Again.
Chapter Five
Falynn’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t
know what else to do. She stared at her ex-mentor, once the GU’s most feared,
successful and mysterious assassin, a man who had disappeared from existence
three years ago, after embarking on a hit shrouded in secrecy.
No. She stared at the two of him. It wasn’t her eyes
or mind playing tricks on her. There really was two of him. “I don’t…”
The words stumbled in her throat and she shook her head. “What the…what is…”
The man between her legs, the original Corvan,
smiled, the corners of his mouth curling upward. “I am Phase, Proserpina.”
The other Corvan stepped behind her, his warm breath on her
neck as he smoothed one hand down the curve of her back and over the line of
her ass to place his fingers on her pussy. “As am I,” he whispered, his
intimate touch making her heart thump and her cunt constrict.
Falynn stared at the man before her, the pulse in her neck
pounding. Phase? A Dimensional Operative? It wasn’t possible. The Phase were a
myth.
The hand between her spread thighs stroked the damp slit of
her sex through the thin material of her suit, threatening to destroy any hope
she had of comprehending the situation. She sucked in a deep breath, and wished
she hadn’t. Corvan’s potent musk was intoxicating enough when there was just
one of him, but two? It threaded into her being, more concentrated than ever. So
powerful and undeniable she almost came there and then. Kiirs, she needed to
get control of her body before it took control of her mind.
“But the Phase are a legend,” she said, struggling to ignore
the squirming tension threatening to overwhelm her. “A fabrication. The
impossible, insane invention of a deranged deep-space explorer who lived
millennia ago. I mean, c’mon, as if any being is capable of moving
through different dimensions and time at will. It’s absurd. Too fantastical to
be anything but a myth.”
The hot, hard body behind her pressed closer to her
suspended form, long fingers she knew so very, very well tracing the throbbing,
swollen folds of her cunt.
“Does that feel like a myth, Proserpina?” Corvan
studied her from between her legs, eyes ablaze.
Warm lips brushed the side of her neck, nibbled on the soft
pad of her earlobe as her right breast was cupped and squeezed by a hand just
as familiar as the fingers on her sex. “Does this feel like an invention
of insanity?”
The other’s voice was just as low, just as smooth, just as
sensual as that of the Corvan before her. A wave of liquid electricity rolled
through her, radiating out from every place their bodies touched hers. She
suppressed a moan, stare fixed on the Corvan still gripping her ankles, holding
her legs spread. “Which is the real you?”
A slight smile played over his lips. “Both.”
Falynn licked her lips, nervous curiosity nibbling on her
building arousal in the same way the Corvan behind her nibbled on her earlobe.
“Explain,” she ordered on a ragged breath.
“Phase govern the dimensional and temporal tapestry.”
Corvan’s eyes became unreadable. “Our Upper Echelon monitors and corrects any
abnormalities in the time and space continuum. Specifically, those that occur
when any living entity tries to pervert the temporal threads of any parallel
dimensions.”
His gaze moved to her chest, watching his other self roll
the nipple of her right breast between his knuckles with increasing pressure.
“Every living entity creates the possibility of multiple existences based on
each decision they make,” he continued with a distracted tone, his attention
focused on the hand on her breast. “Those existences form temporal threads,
each existing in their own temporal dimension.” His fingers curled harder around
her ankles and his jaw bunched. What he saw obviously affected him. “Phase can
journey through and into those threads. Exist in them, affect them. Change them
if
Chapter Five
Falynn’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t
know what else to do. She stared at her ex-mentor, once the GU’s most feared,
successful and mysterious assassin, a man who had disappeared from existence
three years ago, after embarking on a hit shrouded in secrecy.
No. She stared at the two of him. It wasn’t her eyes
or mind playing tricks on her. There really was two of him. “I don’t…”
The words stumbled in her throat and she shook her head. “What the…what is…”
The man between her legs, the original Corvan,
smiled, the corners of his mouth curling upward. “I am Phase, Proserpina.”
The other Corvan stepped behind her, his warm breath on her
neck as he smoothed one hand down the curve of her back and over the line of
her ass to place his fingers on her pussy. “As am I,” he whispered, his
intimate touch making her heart thump and her cunt constrict.
Falynn stared at the man before her, the pulse in her neck
pounding. Phase? A Dimensional Operative? It wasn’t possible. The Phase were a
myth.
The hand between her spread thighs stroked the damp slit of
her sex through the thin material of her suit, threatening to destroy any hope
she had of comprehending the situation. She sucked in a deep breath, and wished
she hadn’t. Corvan’s potent musk was intoxicating enough when there was just
one of him, but two? It threaded into her being, more concentrated than ever. So
powerful and undeniable she almost came there and then. Kiirs, she needed to
get control of her body before it took control of her mind.
“But the Phase are a legend,” she said, struggling to ignore
the squirming tension threatening to overwhelm her. “A fabrication. The
impossible, insane invention of a deranged deep-space explorer who lived
millennia ago. I mean, c’mon, as if any being is capable of moving
through different dimensions and time at will. It’s absurd. Too fantastical to
be anything but a myth.”
The hot, hard body behind her pressed closer to her
suspended form, long fingers she knew so very, very well tracing the throbbing,
swollen folds of her cunt.
“Does that feel like a myth, Proserpina?” Corvan
studied her from between her legs, eyes ablaze.
Warm lips brushed the side of her neck, nibbled on the soft
pad of her earlobe as her right breast was cupped and squeezed by a hand just
as familiar as the fingers on her sex. “Does this feel like an invention
of insanity?”
The other’s voice was just as low, just as smooth, just as
sensual as that of the Corvan before her. A wave of liquid electricity rolled
through her, radiating out from every place their bodies touched hers. She
suppressed a moan, stare fixed on the Corvan still gripping her ankles, holding
her legs spread. “Which is the real you?”
A slight smile played over his lips. “Both.”
Falynn licked her lips, nervous curiosity nibbling on her
building arousal in the same way the Corvan behind her nibbled on her earlobe.
“Explain,” she ordered on a ragged breath.
“Phase govern the dimensional and temporal tapestry.”
Corvan’s eyes became unreadable. “Our Upper Echelon monitors and corrects any
abnormalities in the time and space continuum. Specifically, those that occur
when any living entity tries to pervert the temporal threads of any parallel
dimensions.”
His gaze moved to her chest, watching his other self roll
the nipple of her right breast between his knuckles with increasing pressure.
“Every living entity creates the possibility of multiple existences based on
each decision they make,” he continued with a distracted tone, his attention
focused on the hand on her breast. “Those existences form temporal threads,
each existing in their own temporal dimension.” His fingers curled harder around
her ankles and his jaw bunched. What he saw obviously affected him. “Phase can
journey through and into those threads. Exist in them, affect them. Change them
if
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