the tips of her fingers, touched the bead of perspiration running down his left cheek and brought it to her mouth. He tasted of salt and man, and she wanted to taste more of him, all of him.
“You know me. Better than you realize.” He kissed away her confusion until Lisa forgot the question. Slowly he thrust his hips forward, pulled them back. Rocked back and forth, giving her time to adjust, picking up speed with each sway of his hips so that his heavy sac hit her butt with more force on each penetration.
She was crying. Crying so hard she could hardly breathe, but Lisa knew she was smiling at the same time because this was the first man ever to show her stars, the first one to bring her to climax with nothing more than his cock in her sex. The age-old link of man and woman was finally working for Lisa Quinn.
She felt the abyss yawning beneath her again. His size meant he dragged his length across her clit on every inward thrust, connected again each time he withdrew. Lisa thought he went deeper on each downward stroke, and she reveled in the solid pressure of his balls against her buttocks, the surprisingly silky sweep of his pubic hair over her mons. She trembled when the broad head of his cock pressed against her cervix. At that moment, he leaned close and took her nipple between his lips. Sucked hard as he pressed deep.
A charge of pure sensation raced from breast to clit to womb, a shock unlike anything Lisa had ever felt. Shuddering, she hurled herself over the waiting abyss and screamed as her world exploded.
Still Tinker filled her. Harder now, faster, his cock sliding easily through the slick walls of her clenching sex, his strength superior to that of the muscles trying desperately to hold him. Again she peaked, again her body convulsed with the powerful spasms of climax, and still he took her higher, plunged deeper, filled her completely.
Completed the woman who had felt forever fragmented.
Filled a life that had always been empty.
Showed her love, gave her completion, treated her with tenderness and respect. All new, all so unexpected on this day where all had begun as every day before it.
Everything except the memory of last night. The night she’d finally connected with her wolves. An omen? Perhaps. Later. When her mind was no longer fragmented, her body no longer caught in the rhythm of her climax. Later she would try to understand.
Exhausted, sexually depleted yet still caught in the power of her orgasm, Lisa felt Tinker’s groan as much as she heard it, a deep, painful sound from deep in his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist, tying them together as best she could, holding him close. Tinker stiffened in her embrace. She felt the pulsing energy of his ejaculation deep inside, and then something more. Something unbelievable yet magical, impossible but too real to deny.
She felt his orgasm as if she were Tinker, felt the tightening in his balls as he pumped his seed into the condom’s reservoir, felt the constriction of her vaginal walls around his cock—only it was Lisa’s cock, Lisa’s balls, Lisa staring through his eyes, into the eyes of a woman he would love forever. His mate.
Chanku.
The sensation passed, suddenly eclipsed as if a shade had been drawn over the images flashing through her mind. She lay back, wide-eyed, as Tinker fell forward, supporting himself with his elbows before rolling carefully to one side. He slipped out of her, removed the condom, and tossed it into the wastebasket next to her bed. Then he lay beside her and covered his eyes with his forearm.
It took him a minute to catch his breath. Still breathing heavily, he tilted his head to one side, grinned at Lisa, and kissed her. She was hardly able to make her lips respond to his brief touch.
Tinker rolled back over on top of her, using his elbows to keep his weight off her, and gently trapped her legs between his strong thighs. “Okay,” he said, smiling broadly. “Now that we have that out of the way…”
Lisa reached up and touched his lips with her forefinger. “What just happened? Who are you?”
Tinker’s smile slipped away. She felt his chest rise and fall against her breasts with his sigh. “I don’t know. What happened?”
Lisa shook her head slowly from side to side. Her voice sounded scratchy, foreign, but she finally managed to get her thoughts together. “The sex was…”
“Magnificent?” Tinker smiled and kissed her, though she noticed he still had that guarded expression on his face.
She couldn’t bite back the smile that spread across her face. Didn’t want to. “Well, yeah. Of course it was magnificent. Beyond that. I…” Lisa shook her head. It sounded crazy. “I felt like I was in…in…”
“Ah.” Tinker grinned as if it all made sense, whatever it was. “We linked. I felt it but wasn’t sure if you’d recognize it or not.” His hand swept the tangled hair back from her forehead. The look in his eyes melted her heart. “If I needed any more proof of who and what you are, that was it.”
“I don’t understand. What’s going on?” Lisa wriggled out from under Tinker’s heavy leg holding her thighs and sat up against the headboard. She pulled a pillow against her middle like a soft shield and wrapped her arms around it. Tinker propped himself up on one elbow, tugged the pillow out of her grasp, and traced patterns on her naked belly.
This was not conducive to a serious conversation. “Are you going to explain what the fuck is happening? I really would like some answers.” She folded her arms across her chest, covering her breasts. At least she felt a little less naked this way. A little less vulnerable. She really wanted her pillow back.
Tinker nodded, still smiling like the cat who ate the canary. “That’s the whole reason I’m here, you know. To give you answers. Mostly to questions you’ve never even known to ask.” He rolled over and scooted up to lean against the headboard next to Lisa. He stuffed her pillow behind his back. She felt the heat radiating off his big body, saw the pulse in the large vein at his throat, and it took all her willpower not to touch him again.
“I’ll start at the beginning, okay? Just hear me out. I really am not nuts, though what I intend to tell you will convince you I must be.”
Lisa grinned at his silly but serious admission. If anyone was nuts, it was her, letting a strange man into her bed only minutes after meeting him. She never did things like this. Never. “Okay,” she said, nodding seriously. “I’m listening.”
“Okay.” He took a deep breath, and Lisa was reminded of a little kid getting ready to recite a memorized speech. She managed to keep her opinion to herself.
“Before recorded time, there was an ancient race of people who lived on the rugged plains in Tibet, an area known as the Himalayan Steppe. No one knows where they came from, if they evolved independently or were maybe part of some alien race that got stranded or planted there, but for whatever reason, they lived in that rugged area for millennia before eventually emigrating to other places. They were unique on this planet, though, because they had the ability to shift from one form to another. They called themselves Chanku.”
Lisa blinked, remembering. “You called me Chanku. I heard it in my head when we…uh, when…”
Tinker chuckled softly. “When we climaxed together. That’s when the bond between partners is the strongest, at the height of orgasm. I was sure then that you were one of us, that you share the same DNA as me and the other Chanku.”
“What do you mean? Like shapeshifters?” Lisa blinked the minute
