She peered down into the cavernous darkness that apparently led to a basement. The sound of a hoarse voice raised in an echoing roar filled her ears. Then there was another flash, lights dimmed and brightened, and she could hear the buzzing vibrations of electrical energy. She could smell the hot sizzle. Was someone in trouble? Had Athan been hurt?
Carefully, with as much speed as she could gather, lifting the soaked hem of her gown high enough so that she wouldn’t trip, she slowly descended the stairs, scanning first the ground and then the ceiling, searching for any signs of naked, damaged wiring that might be the cause of the electrical surges.
It didn’t have the smell of a dank, damp basement. There was dryness to the air; electrical static seemed to fill the atmosphere. The flashlight clattered to the stone floor as she rounded a corner and entered a large room, finding another opened door that appeared to lead to a tunnel. She followed the path of light, the passageway leading downward, until she came to another room. A shocked gasp escaped her.
“My God, what is this place? Athan! What are you trying to do?”
A surprised glance around the room told her this was a laboratory, far removed from the main house. Unable to take her eyes off of the man hooked to some sort of machine in front of her, her sense was of bottles and tables, books and notes. There was a computer on a desk off to the side and an examining table and a machine of some sort that Korrie had never seen before.
Suddenly, like a veil lifted revealing a wealth of knowledge, she saw it all.
Athan was hooked up to the machine by wires and electrodes, clamps bolted into place. His eyes opened and he saw her across the room. What seemed like massive amounts of electricity were surging around and through his body. Cuffs were attached to his arms and his ankles, wires running to pads placed over his nipples, a band of metal surrounding his cock with wires leading from it. Another pad across his heart; two more at his temples.
“Stay away,” he ground out. “Do not come closer.” His words were hoarse and stuttered as the electricity encircled and blasted through him. She couldn’t leave him like this. He was going to kill himself if she didn’t try to stop what he was doing. He shuddered and shook beneath the immense power, like a man suffering with convulsions. Yet the look on his face was not one of purely pain. There was more to it than that ‑‑ almost a look of agonized pleasure. That was the only way to describe it.
The bands of electricity radiating through his body slowly dispersed and Athan dropped forward. The smaller metal bands at his wrists, ankles, and cock sprang open of their own accord. The band at his chest remained in place, apparently holding him up.
With a shaky hand he reached across and flipped a switch to release the band. He yanked off the nipple pads and the ones at his temples. He inhaled deeply before straightening his spine.
And then he looked at her. The being that gazed back at her was not any mortal man. What stood before her was a being that went far beyond human.
“Athan?” She pressed a hand to cover her thundering heart and fell back. Distantly, she heard the clatter of the poker as it fell from her hand.
Electricity surged from every pore of his body. Her gaze was drawn helplessly to his rigid cock, lines of lightning encircling and surging through its stiff length. His pectoral muscles bulged, his abs tight and steely, his body glistening with sweat.
So much came into sharp focus for her. The narrow white scar running the length of his chest, the secrecy he seemed to maintain, and now she could smell the strong scent of predatory male pheromones ‑‑ the tendrils of primal male on the hunt for his mate.
She recognized the scent, an age-old understanding drawing her across the room toward him. She saw the look of primitive lust in his flashing eyes, the flare of his nostrils, and the set of his jaw. Something ancient grabbed hold of her in a way she’d never experienced before.
A growl erupted from her throat as she ripped at her wet garments.
Take him. He’s yours, Korrie. You belong to each other. I give him to you.
She heard the words, yet ignored the instinct screaming inside that he belonged to her. She didn’t need anyone telling her that. Her whole being acknowledged the fact. Like a springing lioness, she vaulted, and he caught her against him as she cemented herself to him, wrapping her long legs around his lean hips.
She felt the sparks snap and bristle against her flesh, driving her sexual delirium higher. She rubbed her body against his.
“Take me now, Athan. Oh, God!”
There was no turning back. She knew that once he claimed her there would be no return trip. And she was about to experience personally what Sheba had written about so passionately.
Chapter Eight
She shouldn’t have been there. When he looked up and saw her standing in the doorway as he was caught up in the throes of the surges, he knew there would be no hiding what he was. He needed to expend, and there was no way he’d be able to hold back the urge, to let her go, to find another willing recipient.
He had been shocked when she jumped into his arms, but he would not refuse her. The electrical current undulated, raging through him. Just after the electrophasm treatment he was at his most vulnerable, submissive to the primitive drive of his body’s needs. He had to fuck her, he didn’t have a choice. It could turn on him if he didn’t expend.
Usually he indoctrinated his lovers slowly to the electrical impulses. He built their stamina bit by bit. No one had ever taken a full burst of passion the first time except for the Ransoms. Could Korrie handle the surges of electricity that would beat through her body?
He ground his mouth against hers, shoving his tongue deep inside. He felt the static shock as their tongues dueled, tiny jolts that drove straight through him. It was almost as though she was a conductor to his need, magnifying the responses. She did not simply accept, but responded in kind. And it was something he’d never experienced before ‑‑ not even with Dr. Sheba.
Each thrust of his tongue against the roof of her mouth unleashed another shower of sparks that had her shuddering against him. He felt her wet pussy clutch and surround his burning prick, enfolding him into her heat, and he thrust his hips against her. She shuddered, and the purring growl that had been emanating from her throat deepened to a cat scream of release as she orgasmed.
She arched back, pressing his cock deeper into her crevice, driving him closer. He had to be inside her when he came, he had to fill her with his seed. Savage instinct took control of his body.
Dropping to his knees, he pulled her down to the floor, opened her, and dove quickly into her slick channel. Opening his eyes as he sucked at her lips, he looked into her dazed depths.
He knew by her dilated pupils that she was beyond coherent thought, caught in the tumult of lust-induced need and the surging scent of his altered pheromones. He wished he could let her go, wished she hadn’t been drawn into his world. Once he took her, mated with her, there would be no going back. Would she survive the spend? He could only hope it would not scar her for life. That she would not hate him for what he must do.
Slowly Athan pressed inside her, felt the jolts that threaded through her sheath as his cock slid against her tight, silky walls. God she felt wonderful. He watched her for any signs of fear or revulsion. He attuned his body to hers, alert for any signs of distress.
He gazed down at her. “I cannot stop this.”
Korrie reached up to cup his jaw. “I don’t want you to. It seems I have wanted you forever.” She arched up against him. “Deeper. I’ve never felt anything like this. The surges, the shocks. They make me…need you, have to have you. I’ve never experienced this primitive need. Not like this.” Her lids fluttered closed. “I’ve waited for you all my life.”
She was so tight, so wet, so willing. Two thrusts and he was buried deeply inside her, shuddering and expending. She stiffened. Her eyes flashed open in shock ‑‑ but not fear. He felt the bolts of his seed fill her. She shuddered and he felt her climax. It surrounded h
im, clutched at him, bonded them.
“Yes, Athan, oh God, yes.”
It was not a look of fear and revulsion that crossed her face, but one of wonderment and pure ecstasy, almost as though she had known what to expect. She exhaled on a long breath, her teeth chattering as she sank back against the floor.
But he knew it was far from over, the energy too fresh to stop now.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, and the golden sparks flashed brightly between them. “I need more.”
Her attention focused on him. She studied him for a moment, her hands fluttered over his back, causing him odd sensations of connection. “I am your vessel, Athan. Fill me to overflowing.” She arched her hips, driving his stiff rod deeper. “Fill me.”
Athan again began to move inside her, slowly at first, circling and sliding over her entrance and driving inside her. He felt the energy that sparked between them, and it drove him faster. Korrie was right there with every thrust, meeting him, greeting him, and accepting him in a way only one other person had ever done for him.
It was the clarity in her beautiful eyes, the complete acceptance, and an innocence twined with knowledge and understanding he’d never experienced before. He tried to be gentle but the electrical current pulsing throughout his body wouldn’t allow for it. Not yet.
He lifted up, trailed a hand over her tight, dusky puckered nipple, drawing a line of sparks along her body. He reached down between them, circling her clit, and she screamed as she climaxed once again, more powerfully than before.
One thrust, two, and he was over the edge once again, filling her with his energized seed. He gasped for air as he poured himself inside the precious cup of her womb. A moment of profound tenderness enveloped him as he gazed down at her in awe.
Who was this woman? She was someone who now held the power of life and death over him. Could he trust her? Could he not?
And then she smiled, and it was as though she lit up not only the room but every corner of darkness inside him. Her tenderness, her sweetness, her acceptance ‑‑ this was a perfect human.
Without warning, she rolled, and he was flat on his back beneath her, still fully lodged inside her moist depths. She placed her hands on his chest and rose above him.
“I don’t think you’re finished yet, do you?”
He looked up at her in surprise. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to ride you. I’m going to do it slow and easy. These shocks you send through me…do you have any idea how amazing it feels to me? I never knew sex could be like this.” She looked down into his eyes and tilted her head. “Tell me how it feels to be inside me, Athan. What does it feel like to you?”
She rose up and slowly wiggled down over his cock, and it was the most astounding thing he’d ever felt. “You’re torturing me.”
“But in a good way. You’ve climaxed twice, one right after the other. You should be weak as a kitten and ready for a nap. But you aren’t. And neither am I. Tell me how it feels.”
“Is this the scientist asking, or the woman?” Dr. Sheba had always remained a bit of the scientist when they fucked, and Dr. Cornelius always the scientist, never letting up even for pleasure.
Korrie flexed her hips. “It’s the lover who wants to know what the delicious man beneath her feels like when he penetrates her vagina.” She leaned closer, her hair trailing over his chest. “What does it feel like to be buried so deeply inside my cunt?”
His cock surged at her words. No one had ever spoken so plainly to him during sex or wanted to protract the experience. With the women and men of the village, once he expended and brought them to climax, they wanted him gone. It was as though the enhanced pheromones held them in a trance long enough to be pleasured and when it was over, the haze lifted and they scurried away as quickly as possible. Even Paul had not wanted any true intimacy.
But Korrie was different. In so many ways.
“You wrap around me like the best-made hand-tooled leather glove, conforming to my size. So wet and silky and perfect.” He thrust his hips and she sighed; her eyelids fluttered, but she kept his gaze. “You are my vessel, but so much more than that. You are the lips that suckle me, the hungry mouth that drinks eagerly of my seed.” Her juices dripped down, the sounds of slick mating surrounded them, her scent filling him.
She jerked forward and in seconds she was convulsing over him. And then he was again filling her with his charged sperm. She collapsed against his chest when it was over. He slipped from her well-lubricated vagina and cradled her against his chest. Within moments her breathing grew more rhythmic and he knew she slept.
Carefully, he rose from the floor and, with her in his arms, carried her upstairs to his bed. He spooned around her, holding her in his arms. Within an hour he was awake, needing to expend again. He kissed her shoulder, turned her, and suckled at her breast. Her eyelids fluttered open and a smile curved her lips.
He separated her legs and pressed inside, slid within their combined juices, jolts of electricity shifting through him in waves. He lifted one of her legs and sank deeper; her keening was laced with pleasure and need as she gripped the bed sheets, twisting as her climax met his, his fluids melded with hers. Her scent intertwined with his.
Again, he dropped beside her. She curled up next to him. He couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t understand how this had come to be, why she had come to him on this night when he was at his most vulnerable.
As the dark hours sped away, he filled her time and time again, until the gray wisps of dawn curled down around the land and drew in upon them. When he awoke, he knew something was different. The bed was empty beside him. He shot up and then he saw her standing in all her naked beauty just outside the window of his bedroom, staring up at the rising dawn, the pale mists stroking her skin. He opened the French door and padded outside. The air was still damp and clinging. The dew sparkled against the lush, green lawn.
“I’ve never seen the dawn before. Not through these eyes,” she said quietly, almost in a sense of awe. “She was so right about you.”
“How is it different?”
“You filled me to overflowing last night, Athan. I felt like a bottomless cup with a heavy thirst that could not be quenched completely. Even now, as your semen drips onto my thighs after a night like I’ve never experienced before, I want more.” Finally she turned her head to look at him. “You have instilled an appetite in me that won’t be easy to contain. And I’m not sure how to deal with it.”
He drew her back against his chest, trailed a hand down across her abdomen, cupping her possessively over her dripping pussy, his fingers splayed over the wet curls of her mound. An odd sense of completeness, and of satisfaction, filled him as he felt the slick evidence of his seed upon her smooth flesh.
“I can’t answer that for you, Korrie. I don’t know how you came to be here last night, but I’m glad you did. Do you hate me for what I did?”
She whirled around. “Hate you? Heavens, no. That’s not it at all. But I think I’ve uncovered at least one of your secrets. You aren’t just a caretaker here, are you? You are Sheba’s Athan.”
He was shocked at her words. “How do you know?”
“I’ve wanted to find you for years. I never thought it could be possible. This is like a dream come true. I’ve read her journal.”
“Her journal? How?”
“Years ago, when my father was a young man, on a dare he snuck past the gates into the mansion and found the journal. He photographed pages from it. Reading them made me so hungry to find you. And now I have,” she finished softly.
She turned back around in his arms and gazed out into the mist. “Does Paul know the truth?”
He hesitated before answering, unsure how much he should share about his relationship with Paul. How much could she accept of his last lover? “Paul knows none of my secrets.”
“Why me, Athan? Someone here wanted me to discover the truth.”
“What do you mean?” No one l
iving knew the truth. Not even Mrs. Grippen, although he suspected she knew something odd was going on and understood more of the truth than she would say. She had come to the Ransom estate as a young woman, and now she had reached her golden years, yet Athan had remained the same. She never questioned. But had she said something to Korrie to make her investigate?
“Someone woke me. I didn’t see who it was, but the voice followed me, made certain I would come to this cottage last night. Someone wanted me to find you. Someone wanted me to be with you.”
A feeling of presentiment bolted through him. Who would have sent her to him?
“Do you know what I think? I think it was Sheba.” Finally, she turned to him once more and looked up at him, and he saw the knowledge expressed there. “She’s been trying to find you a mate and that’s why she sent me to you.”
* * * * *
It was that last entry she had read, just before falling asleep, that made Korrie realize in a flash of insight why Sheba Ransom had allowed her to find the journal. She had wanted Korrie to know as much about Athan as possible.
Sheba had made one mistake in trying to find a partner for Athan, and she obviously didn’t want to make another.
June 15, 1944
Journal of Dr. Sheba Ransom
Adele was not the right woman for Athan. I knew it at the time, but the need was so great. She did not understand his special requirements. She did not understand our little family. She was too delicate and I’m not certain she realized the depth of commitment we would demand of her.
Adele was not like the other alley cats who constantly scratched at our door looking for a quick tumble with a virile tomcat. Adele was quiet and deep, a butterfly yet to reach her lush, succulent maturity. Athan realized it as well and maybe that is why he was so drawn to her.
After several revealing conversations with Adele, she became an intimate part of our family. It wasn’t until much later that I realized she hadn’t known the complete truth. Not about Athan. And that secret would be her destruction.
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