Well, I could try to steal a ship and get out of here, she thought. The controls of his ship—which she had studied as he flew—didn’t look that different from the ones on her own little Kindred shuttle.
But it’s not like I can just grab a ship and fly right back down to Earth, Alli thought despairingly. We’re in a whole different universe here!
And the one control on his shuttle she had no idea how to work was the trans-dimensional wormhole generator. But what if she somehow did get it to work and made a wormhole and it took her into a whole other parallel universe? Theoretically, there could be hundreds or thousands or even an infinite number of universes, all overlying each other like the thin layers of an onion.
How would she ever know which universe she was actually in or if it was the right one? And if she got into the wrong one, would she mess up the space-time continuum? Would she screw up the flow of time in one universe and maybe start a domino effect that toppled all the others?
Alli knew she was no theoretical physicist. She might mess up the Multiverse just trying to get home—or else get herself hopelessly lost in time and space.
No, for now anyway, she was stuck here, she decided. She would just have to wait and see what happened. So far Kane hadn’t hurt her—it didn’t seem like her pain was what he was after.
It’s your pleasure, I want to taste, baby…
The low, rumbling voice in her ear made Alli spin around, one hand pressed to her heart which was suddenly thundering in her chest. But there was no one there—she was alone in the empty room.
So how had she heard his voice? And how could he read her thoughts?
She thought of what Commander Sylvan had said, about the Kru’ell Ones being able to read the innermost desires of a female and make them reality. It must be a special ability of their kind of Kindred—the same way Blood Kindred could heal their mates by licking their wounds or Touch Kindred could touch their mates using their whisper fingers.
For whatever reason, it seemed like Kane—she refused to refer to him as her “Master”, at least inside her own head—had access to her thoughts, both conscious and subconscious. That was a scary idea because Alli had no idea what was going on down there in the unknowable layer of her psyche—she guessed no one did.
Kane had claimed to know what was there though—had claimed that he could read the desires lurking there that she had hidden, even from herself. Was he telling the truth?
Alli guessed she would find out but she couldn’t help shivering at the thought. She still remembered Commander Sylvan’s words to Sophie.
“Some dreams are better left unrealized. Not everyone can face up to having their fantasies made into reality. It can break you mentally and emotionally if you’re not strong enough to withstand the intensity of your own desires.”
Was she strong enough? Alli supposed she wouldn’t know until it happened. Until Kane did whatever it was he planned to do to her. He—
“Well, right now what I plan is to bathe you. So why haven’t you undressed?”
Nine
This time the voice wasn’t coming from inside her head.
Alli whirled around again and saw Kane standing there. He was bare chested now, wearing only a pair of long, silky black trousers that looked like sleep or lounge wear. Alli had bought something similar for Douglas and tried to get him to wear them. But there was no question that the big Kru’ell One filled the trousers out better than her fiancé had.
Alli couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering from his broad shoulders and muscular chest, down to his ripped abs. He had a small patch of curly black hair in the center of his chest which ran down his flat belly into the low-slung waistband of his black sleep trousers. Below that, she saw a definite bulge in the silky material.
Her eyes widened. God! He appeared to be packing a much larger caliber than Douglas was. She wished she could see it to be for sure—to see exactly how big it really was…
“Like what you see, baby?” The smirk in his gravelly voice made Alli jerk her gaze up to his face as she realized she’d been studying his crotch for the past thirty seconds or so.
“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she muttered, feeling her cheeks get hot. “I never…I wouldn’t.”
“Oh yes you would, because you just did.” Kane frowned. “Listen, while you’re with me, we’re going to speak openly about what you want. No more euphemisms like ‘conjugal visits’ and ‘going downtown.’ If you want to see my cock and find out how much bigger it is than your lover’s—ask me and I’ll show you. You want me to lick your pussy? Tell me and I’ll do it. But only if you say it right.