Wolf Tales VI. Kate Douglas
at least one, if not both, of them to show up within a day or two.
Eve curled her fingers into the palm of her hand and listened to the sound of the shower. Mei was in there now, her slim body naked beneath the spray, her long black hair flowing with the rivulets of water as it sluiced over her shoulders, trailed between her breasts.
A sense of well-being poured into Eve, and she knew she was catching Mei’s thoughts and feelings. She sat back in her chair and closed her eyes. She would think of Mei, of possibilities. Adam was on his way. Eve knew it the way she knew the sun would rise each morning. He was coming and he wasn’t alone. She shivered with a strong sense of premonition. There was power in this room, in the woman blissfully enjoying the shower. Power in the throbbing arousal that surged through Eve’s body at the mere thought of Adam, of Oliver…and Mei.
She wrapped her arms around her waist and bowed down until her head was between her knees. Desire shimmered, hot and sultry, pulsing in her veins, engorging her sex. Desire fueled by images of herself, of Adam and Oliver and Mei, a tangle of arms and legs, slick with the lush dampness of sweat and saliva and all the intimate fluids that bodies produced in the heat of passion.
She’d gone three weeks without sex. Three weeks of easing her own needs but never satisfying them. Three weeks with the powerful surge of arousal that accompanied each shift, growing and spreading with the same rush and power as the blood in her veins or the oxygen in her lungs. Arousal so much a part of her very existence she’d become one living, breathing, pulsing creature of lust.
She’d risked everything to bring two strange men to her room, just for sex. Thank goodness she’d survived that idiotic decision. The risk with Mei was different. With Mei, she could lose another bit of herself. Strangely, though, the need for independence that had driven her away from Adam and Montana somehow faded, now that she’d found Mei.
Even Adam wasn’t as frightening anymore. She realized she missed him, wanted him for more than what he could do to ease her basic sexual needs.
That was definitely a step in the right direction.
Smiling, Eve stared at the closed bathroom door, imagining Mei. Picturing the younger woman’s lean body slick from the shower, imagining Mei’s hot mouth between her legs, licking and sucking, bringing Eve closer and closer to climax.
She leaned back in her chair and spread her legs wide, imagining and calling out silently, in the way of the Chanku. Calling to any mind willing and able to listen. Her breasts ached, her womb clenched and the need built. Eve closed her eyes against the growing arousal that had become as much a part of her identity as her name. She thought of Mei, and then she thought of Adam and Oliver and the things the four of them could do together, in that nice big king-size bed, back at the house in Montana.
But Mei was here, so most of all, she thought of Mei.
Mei closed her eyes as the hot water cascaded over her body. She’d not had a decent shower in weeks, bathing instead in the dirty sinks in public restrooms and quick showers at the occasional homeless shelter when she’d been lucky enough to find a bed. This was luxury unlike anything she’d experienced for far too long.
It felt wonderful. It felt beyond wonderful when she washed her hair with the expensive shampoo on the side of the tub and used the conditioner she’d never once been able to afford in her life. She’d grabbed a new razor out of a pack on the counter and, while she’d never had much body hair, went ahead and took the time to shave what was there.
Sleek and smooth and clean. It just didn’t get much better, especially since there was still plenty of hot water and she didn’t have to get out if she didn’t want to. Suddenly Eve popped into her thoughts and just like that, Mei’s nipples puckered up into tight, sensitive little beads and she felt a rush of heat between her legs.
What was it about Eve that turned her on so much? Mei had never been all that particular about her sexual partners, but she was most definitely heterosexual. At least she thought she was, until she thought of Eve. Eve was definitely beautiful. She was kind, and she smiled a lot. She had a fun sense of humor, but there was something in her eyes, something about the way Mei felt as if Eve were inside her, reading her thoughts, feeling her feelings.
Mei stood there for a moment longer with the water running over her shoulders, pondering the weirdness of it all. Slowly, the water cooled. Sighing, she turned the spigot off, wrapped her long mass of hair in the soft terry cloth towel and grabbed a second towel to dry herself. She glanced at the filthy clothes on the floor and kicked them into a pile.
She paused a moment, staring at the closed door. Was she ready to walk out into the room naked? Even with a towel around herself, Mei knew exactly where it would lead, but that was a good thing, for now, at least, as far as she was concerned. She felt drawn to Eve on so many levels, in so many different ways. Felt a connection to her that reminded Mei of the time they’d been together as children. Now though, there was a major difference. That same connection carried the weight and promise of two sensual women.
She’d trusted Eve then. She would trust her now. And just maybe, they’d still have time to shop.
Eve glanced up as Mei walked into the room. Mei’s green eyes were wide, her skin glistened dark and damp against the white terry cloth towel. Mei looked around with studied innocence and shrugged. “I left my clothes in the bathroom. They’re pretty dirty.”
“No problem. I’ve got things you can wear.” Eve slowly peeled herself out of the chair. Her heart pounded. Her sex throbbed and her nipples had puckered into such tight, needy little peaks that they ached. When she stood up, Mei stepped closer, the movement slow and subtle like a sinuous cat stalking its prey. Eve watched a single drop of water find its path from Mei’s throat to the dark valley between her breasts. It slipped beneath the towel and she imagined its damp trail down the middle of Mei’s belly to the soft thatch of dark curls beneath.
Eve realized she was staring and snapped her chin up. She caught herself in Mei’s green eyes and sensed a pressure behind her own eyes, as if Mei searched her mind. Could she read thoughts? Did she have the Chanku power even now, before the nutrients had had time to work their magic?
Mei swallowed and the sound was loud between them. She blinked slowly and her pupils narrowed. They changed to vertical slits, then slowly returned to their natural round shape. The effect was oddly feline, reminding Eve of a Siamese cat she’d had at one of her many foster homes.
“I don’t understand.” Mei’s whisper was a harsh counterpoint against the pounding of Eve’s heart.
“What?” Eve asked. She shook her head. Her mind felt fuzzy and thick, as if everything moved in slow motion. “What is it you don’t understand?”
Mei shook her head slowly, side to side. “I feel you in my head and my body responds to yours. There’s a sense that we have to have sex, we have to touch and share, but I don’t understand why. I’m not like this. Not usually.”
Eve licked her lips. How could she explain without telling her secrets? Were explanations all that necessary? Now, when all she wanted was to feel, to touch and taste and share her needs and desires?
She didn’t answer. Instead she reached out and cupped Mei’s cheek in the palm of her hand. Drew the woman forward until the damp heat of Mei’s body enveloped Eve. Mei smiled and shrugged, and her towel fell to the floor. She tilted her head and the one wrapping her hair slowly unwound and fell beside its mate.
Naked, she stared at Eve. Then, as if they’d done this many times before, Mei leaned close and kissed her full on the mouth. Her lips were firm, her tongue an insistent pressure against Eve’s mouth. Groaning, her body throbbing with heat and lust, Eve wrapped her arms around Mei and pulled her slim, damp body close against her own.
She smelled of fresh soap and floral shampoo, of need and want and the subtle hint of forest. The mingled scents filled Eve’s head, an aphrodisiac as powerful as Mei’s sleek, wet body.
Eve opened her thoughts. Opened to whatever she could find in Mei’s mind, and she was immediately