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“Are you more comfortable now?” she asks.
My dick isn’t.
“Can I ask you something?” I look into her eyes. She hesitates a moment before nodding. “When you’re near me, everything makes sense. That’s not an accident, is it?”
“No, it isn’t,” she says.
“I’m drawn to you.”
“I know.” She turns her hand over and grips my fingers for a moment. “It’s part of your design. You are extremely powerful, and we needed a way to make sure you could be tempered.”
“You mean controlled.”
She stares at me a moment. I don’t need her to answer the question to know I am right. She’s left alone here with me, but she has no fear for her own safety. I could kill her in an instant—there would be no way someone could get in here in time to stop me—but I would never hurt her.
“It is necessary.”
“I get that.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “You can’t exactly have your super soldiers running around unleashed, can you?”
“Something like that.” She sighs. “We have to be sure you’ll be able to complete your training effectively. The implants are only part of it. The chemical compounds introduced into your blood stream can induce intense emotional reactions to stimuli. It’s for your own protection as well as ours.”
“How does it work?” I ask. “What is it you’re injecting me with? Is it just you, or will I feel like this toward everyone?”
“One thing at a time,” Riley says as she runs her hand up my arm.
I feel myself relax, but I’m more aware of it now. My response is reflexive—autonomic. My knowledge of this doesn’t change the facts. Whatever her request, I will comply. Whatever she wants, I will acquiesce.
“There are two primary compounds introduced,” she explains. “TST provides you with added strength and energy. It heightens your senses, but that can have drawbacks. Your emotions can run very high. When in battle, this will keep you focused on your goal. The second compound is called FOG.”
“Those are abbreviations for something,” I say. “What does all that stand for?”
“TST stands for Transanabolic Synthesized Testosterone,” she tells me. “The other is Furioquel-gamma, or FOG for short. It’s an immune booster that also allows you to metabolize nutrients very slowly, reducing your need for caloric intake. It also contains another substance, one that reacts to a compound I ingest. It creates a pheromone-like response in your system, specific to the chemicals in my system.”
“Your scent.”
She stares at me for a moment.
“Can you actually perceive it?”
“Yes.”
“That surprises me. Even though all your senses have been heightened, I would have expected it to be undetectable.”
“There’s more to it though, isn’t there?”
“What do you mean?”
“That TST stuff—it’s testosterone based?”
“Yes.”
“That’s why I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”
Her eyes widen, and she quickly looks away from me. She stands and starts to pull her hand away, but I push myself off the bed and grasp her arm before she can go anywhere. Our bodies touch, and I reach one arm around her back and pull her tightly against me.
I cup her face with my hand and run my thumb across her lips. Her scent is all over me now, and I want to experience her with my tongue. Would her taste resemble her scent or complement it? I have to know.
Pulling her closer, I press my open mouth to hers. Her body stills, and she grips my shoulder with one hand as the other presses against my chest. Her mouth is warm. I can feel her breath as my tongue slides inside. Her taste is indefinable, smooth like sweet liquor I can’t recall ever tasting.
There is a shift inside of her. It can’t be seen or heard, but I can smell it and taste it. The smell of her skin becomes darker, thicker. I feel her flex her fingers on my shoulder as she tilts her head to allow me to deepen the kiss.
How would her scent change if I were inside of her? What sounds would she make when she comes? Would she muffle her cries or be loud enough for all those watching us to hear? How would it feel to come inside of her? What sounds would I make?
I don’t even know if I’m a virgin.
Reaching behind her, I shove whatever is on the side table to the floor, lift Riley up, and set her down on the edge. I grip her hips and pull her against my stomach. The table is too high. I can’t fuck her from this angle. I break the kiss, lift her effortlessly, turn, and drop her ass to the edge of the bed.
“Sten, stop!”