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Avelyn poured shampoo into her palm, then started rubbing her reddish blonde hair. “No, I think you’re better off in your office, thinking about me.”
“So cruel…”
Avelyn could almost hear him growl, and she sensed his arousal. The thought of him growing hard behind his desk, while trying to work, sent a shiver up her spine.
“You have no idea how my mind works, sweetheart. I can think of many things you could be doing under the shower when I’m not there to do them myself.”
“What sort of things?” Avelyn had finished washing her hair, and she was now running her soapy hands all over her body. Her fingers inched closer to her pus
sy, and she tried to send Max an image of what she was doing. She wasn’t sure it would work, as they had only communicated through clearly formed thoughts until then.
“So cruel and naughty… Torturing me like this, keeping me away but letting me know exactly how you’re touching yourself.”
There was silence for a couple of seconds, then Avelyn’s mind was invaded by an image she hadn’t expected: Max’s hand rubbing his hard cock through his jeans, the feel of the hot, firm flesh under his fingertips. It was more than an image; it came with powerful sensations, as if Avelyn was there, in his office, in his chair, touching him herself.
“So it worked…” she thought.
“What?”
Avelyn let her hands fall to her sides and stood still under the warm water. She tried to clear her mind of all of the naughty thoughts the unexpected scene had brought with it. “Nothing,” she said. “Actually, I’m going to finish showering and come down so we can talk about it.”
“Talk about what?”
Her change in attitude had taken him by surprise. Could it be that he hadn’t noticed the way they exchanged mental images, not only thoughts?
“There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be in your office in a couple of minutes, okay?” Avelyn didn’t expect Max’s answer, and she tried to close the link so she could finish her shower faster. She couldn’t wait to talk to him about their telepathic connection. He probably knew more than he had told her, or maybe too much time had passed since he used it, and he couldn’t remember exactly how it worked and what they could do with it. There were so many things Avelyn still had to learn about being a werewolf, or a hybrid, to be more exact, and her curiosity had no limits. But when it came to telepathy, things were not that easy, as no one could tell her much about it because no one had used it in a very, very long time, if ever. Not even Christine had been able to tell her anything concrete about this unusual gift. However, instead of feeling frustrated, Avelyn felt excited. It meant that she and Max would have to experiment with their connection and learn everything there was to know about it together.
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Max’s sharp hearing caught the sound of Avelyn’s soft steps even before she reached the landing of the first floor. He opened the door for her just as she was getting ready to knock, and was greeted by her beautiful smile and bright blue eyes. She fell into his arms, and her full lips attacked his with a long, passionate kiss.
“Mmm… So delicious…” he muttered when they paused to catch their breath. He squeezed her generous waist and pulled her inside the office. “So, what did you want to talk about?”
Avelyn could feel his erection pressing against her stomach, and for a second she almost forgot why she had hurried to finish her shower and get to his office. She could hardly focus on anything else but his hard, well sculpted body.
“Well…?” Max lifted her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles, never taking his eyes off her face. He could lose himself in those deep, blue eyes.
Avelyn sighed in pleasure and tried to gather her thoughts. “Earlier, when we were, you know, talking… Telepathically?” She wasn’t sure how to explain her theory. “Anyway, I was thinking that there might be more to this connection. I mean, sometimes it feels like we share more than thoughts. It feels like we can share images, feelings, sensations.” She searched his eyes, trying to figure out if he had already heard about these things, or if they were new to him.
Max raised a thick, black eyebrow in curiosity. “Go on…”
“I’m not sure how to explain… Everything is so new to me, and this whole telepathy thing is so fascinating and scary at the same time. For instance, sometimes I feel like you are sending me more than thoughts, if that makes any sense. Earlier, it was like I was here with you, inside your body, feeling exactly what you were feeling.”
Max took a step back and leaned against the desk. Avelyn realized she was feeling a bit tired after having descended the stairs in a hurry, so she sat down on the large, comfortable sofa.
“You might be right,” he said. “Truth is I haven’t used the gift since I was a child, and I can’t really remember how it works. That is, if I ever knew.”
“But, didn’t you feel it?”
Max thought for a second. “Now that I think about it… When we communicate like that, I can’t make the difference between thoughts, feelings, and images. What I get is a full experience, a full message. It might be that it’s different in your case because it’s the first time ever when you use telepathy, or because it is an acquired gift, not a native one.” He shrugged his shoulders, and sat down beside her. “In all fairness, I have no idea what I’m saying. This gift werewolves have has not been properly researched because we all prefer to avoid it. Many of us don’t know how to use it, and if it happens at any time in our lives, we use it instinctively. I can try to explain how it seems to work in my case, but it might not be of much help because you’re not a werewolf, you’re so much more.” Max took her hands into his and squeezed them. “You’re a hybrid, Avelyn. You might be the first hybrid in the world. It’s so wonderful, that sometimes I can’t even wrap my mind around it.”
Avelyn smiled and guided his hands to her round belly. She felt his fingers massage her lightly through the thin fabric of her long dress, and heat gathered between her thighs. His eyes sparkled with lust, and she knew he sensed her arousal. His fingers traveled up to her heavy breasts, and soon his large hands were cupping them, even though they had no chance of covering them completely. Max growled low in his throat, his mind suddenly clouded by the desire to rip her dress off and attack her hard nipples with his hungry mouth. Avelyn threw her head back and thrust her chest into his palms, an invitation to do whatever he wanted. That was all Max was waiting for.
He tugged the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders and revealed her round, heavy breasts. To his delight, Avelyn had chosen not to wear a bra today. He caught a hard nipple between his lips, and twirled the other one between his fingers. Avelyn moaned, and a shudder ran through her body, her flesh responding to his possessive touch. He sucked on her nipple, bit it lightly, then moved to the other one. Avelyn spread her legs, inviting him to lie between them. Max followed her lead, and soon they were both lying on the sofa, his body covering hers almost completely. His hands and lips moved lower, leaving her breasts and exploring the soft skin of her stomach. He made sure to tug her dress out of his way, and the garment soon ended in a bundle under her curvaceous butt. He caught the hem of her black panties between his teeth and pulled lightly, playfully, making her chuckle.
“You’re tickling me!” She squirmed under him, trying to shy away from his soft beard. She loved the way it highlighted his strong jaw, making him look so manly and deliciously sexy, but sometimes it was a pain because it tickled her whenever he kissed the most sensitive parts of her body.
He looked up at her and smiled mischievously when he saw her disheveled hair and flushed cheeks. She truly was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he had every intention to let her know. He tugged again at her panties, this time pulling them down her thighs. Avelyn’s breath hitched, and she wiggled her hips, helping him remove her clothes completely.
