The Primal Connection by Alexander Dregon Page B

in control of, but they turned, nonetheless, as he mulled over what he could do with that kind of reverence from his constituency. With a little planning, he could stay in office for years just off of this guy’s work if he was successful. And if he wasn’t, they could blame whatever they wanted on him.
    “If you’re so sure this guy can help, fine. But I want it clear he reports directly to me. Not the press, the FBI or the police. Whatever he finds comes through this office. Either you or…no, just you. I don’t want anyone else to even know that we know him. I don’t want any hint of this to get out, clear?”
    Crane wanted to ask why but decided against it. Besides, he’d already won the war. He just had to keep this pompous ass from realizing it.
     
    * * * *
     
    Back in Montana, Terry moved to the bed quickly. Charlie’s priming had keyed him up to a fever pitch, and Traci’s had seemingly done an equal job on her. Both of them were almost panting like school kids on a first date, minus, of course, the fumbling and fear of the unknown. Both of them knew what they were doing and both of them were anxious to get to it.
    On the nightstand next to the bed, condoms sat conspicuously in front of the phone and alarm clock. Terry ignored them. Traci looked at them for a minute but made no move toward them as he thought about one other advantage he had with Charlie. Thanks to his ability to read bioelectric fields, he could diagnose the health of anyone from a distance. One of the requirements Terry had for one of their playmates was that they be free of any diseases. And Charlie was more than happy to oblige.
    Traci’s Chrliti apparently had his own agenda along those lines. As such, he also analyzed her clients to insure their physical health. Knowing such, he had then used whatever suggestive powers he had to alleviate any fears she had. Pregnancy was no issue as one of the Chrliti’s abilities was to stop any unwanted reproduction easily.
    So the rubbers stayed on the nightstand as Terry laid down on the bed, pulling her to him gently as he began to kiss and suckle at her throat.
    She came willingly, her eyes half closed as she let the excitement build. She could feel her pulse quicken as Terry lowered his head to her left breast and began teasing her dark rosewood-colored nipple.
    In the initial throes of passion, Charlie felt their desire like it was his own but sidestepped it to seek out his counterpart. He could experience it through Terry’s memory of the moment later, but for now, he longed for contact with one of his own kind.
    Though sex was a non-entity among his people, like gender, Charlie often wondered if their evolutionary track had taken a wrong turn somewhere. Even as he tried to ignore the sensations running through Terry’s body, he still found them…titillating.
    Terry, meanwhile, had managed to put Charlie out of his mind completely as he laid Traci on the bed and slid his fluttering tongue down her stomach. She opened her eyes to stare down at him. Most of her clients were not inclined for such given her line of work, no matter how clean she seemed, but as Terry finally reached his goal and began to assault her vagina orally, she closed her eyes and allowed all the luscious feelings to overwhelm her.
    Her breath escaped in a low moan that stimulated Terry and excited Charlie to the point he had to halt his search for a moment literally to hold onto his mind for a moment for fear he would get caught up in the intensity of their entanglement. Her mind seemed to wander as she let the pleasure envelope her almost totally.
    As Terry let himself slip into the moment with more than his normal fervor, licking and sucking on her clitoris as though expecting milk, Traci began thrusting her hips upward to meet his lips as though trying to force more of herself into his mouth. Her enjoyment of sex after she had made the choice to be a hooker had diminished somewhat, so that she rarely got any real