Specimen

“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!”

I freeze my actions. My entire body tightens, and my dick throbs in my shorts.

It’s too much. I need this. I need her.

I don’t move.

“You have to let go of me.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and withdraw my hands only enough to release her. I keep them close enough to still feel the heat from her body and detect the shift of air when she moves. She uses her hands to push herself backward on the bed, away from me.

The muscles in my legs shake. I’m so wound up, and I can’t let it go. The tension becomes painful and the need for release so prevalent, I can no longer think. I grip the edge of the bed until my knuckles turn white. As soon as she pulls her legs back and pushes herself off the edge of the bed, on the side opposite me, I grab the bed and throw it, smashing it into the mirror.

I glare at my reflection, and the strange dark eyes glare back at me. The unfamiliar lips are curled up in a snarl, and the unkempt beard creates a frightening image. Everything about the man looking back at me is alien.

Didn’t I just shave last night?

“Jesus, Sten!”

I meet her eyes, see her shock and horror, and shame rushes through me. I didn’t intend to scare her, but the insides of my body feel like they’re going to erupt into a plume of molten lava. I’m shaking all over, and I don’t know what to do. Pressure builds behind my eyes, and my throat tightens until I gasp.

“Why am I like this?” I scream at her.

“Calm down, Sten.” She takes a small step toward me and stops. She glances at the mirror and gives a slight shake of her head. It’s a signal to whomever is behind there. She thinks she can handle this.