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theory were right, it’d be projected into her theta state, just as his dreams had. She would fight him, of course. Maybe he could chain her to the floor instead of giving her one of the pills. He visualized her on her knees, hands and feet pulled apart by iron clasps.
    He climbed over her, positioning her panting, waiting body. He leaned his weight on one hand as he nudged her open for him. He pushed.
    A hiss of sheer bliss escaped his lips. The virtual reality program felt so damn real. Determined, he focused how good it had felt to be inside her. His whole body shook as his virtual self responded to his fantasy. He thought of making Helen come while she lay under him, with him deep inside her like this. She liked it slow that night. He’d keep it slow now too and he’d rock back and forth slowly. Like this. Till she was close to coming. Then he would—
     
    The buzz came through, disturbing the monotony of the theta waves. Helen heard herself moaning.
    “No…”
    She didn’t want it to stop. Not yet…
    Just a dream. Why was she dreaming? She had set the alarm to stop at theta and not allow her to go to REM, rapid eye movement, the dreaming stage of relaxation.
    Her whole body was on fire and she tried to kick off the sheets tangled around her feet. She gave a soft and low frustrated growl as she tried to hold on to her dream.
    The sound waves were so loud. She frowned. She remembered now. She had programmed it to keep resetting itself back to theta, to keep her brainwaves constant…but why was it so loud?
    She could feel her mind giving in to the sound, as she’d trained it to do so many times before. But she was supposed to stay in theta, so why was she dream…
    Her lips moved in protest even as her mind let go.
     
    “If you want it, you have to call my name, Elena,” Jed whispered as he reset the BE machine.
    The imprintee had to acknowledge the imprinter as the one she sexually needed. No ifs, ands, or buts.
    Her moans came through loud and clear. It was happening. Somehow, with their brainwaves in sync, she was able to telepathically experience his fantasies.
    There wasn’t time to sit back and marvel at this phenomena. Knowing that if he started analyzing he would begin to feel uncomfortable about someone being in his head, Jed took in a deep breath, working on the relaxation techniques he’d studied. He needed to stay in control. He had to visualize himself in charge of her again. Tantalize her to come closer, to look for him.
    His lips quirked wickedly. She’d asked for a session in the CAVE. He’d give her one now.
    Again, he thought back to when he’d entered her room in darkness. He’d taken off her tee shirt and felt her naked skin for the first time. He’d thought about doing exactly that for months and so he’d leisurely given himself free rein of her body, his hands tracing the soft curves of her hips, then stopping to linger at her breasts.
    They filled his hands perfectly. He’d kissed each nipple softly as he freed her of her clothing. He hadn’t known how exactly she’d made his sexual dream part of hers, calling out his name at the crucial part, and waking him up, but he wasn’t going to question it then.
    Her voice calling his name—they had mostly conversed through electronic and virtual means while training—was velvety honey. Her soft little gasps aroused him even more. He’d licked her satiny skin, tasting the real Elena. Nothing virtual about that little cry coming from her lips as he licked lower, exploring and discovering parts that couldn’t be conveyed virtually without real experience of the woman. He remembered how eager she’d been for him already. Wet for her lover. Aroused and ready.
    The woman on his screen ran her hand down her bare stomach. She turned sideways, crossing her legs.
    As if that could stop his fantasy. Not after their night together. Not after tasting the real thing. A man could bring up certain details that turned him on about a woman. He