Chapter 1: Double Devotion: A Clone’s Gift
The air in the lab was cool and carried the sharp, clean scent of ozone. It hummed, a low, constant frequency that vibrated through the steel grille of the floor and up into the bones. Ryan’s boots were quiet on the metal as he moved, his shadow stretching long and distorted against a wall of curved glass tanks filled with swirling, amniotic fluid.
Channah knelt in the center of the room, her porcelain skin glowing in the dim, ambient light. Her red hair was a shock of color against the monochrome metal.
“You’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you?” Ryan’s voice was a low rumble. He didn’t wait for an answer. His fingers, calloused and traced with black ink, wove into her hair at the scalp, fisting gently. Not enough to hurt, just enough to possess. “All those patients talking about their problems, and all you could think about was this. My hands on you.”
A shiver wracked her frame. Her breath hitched. “Yes.”
From the shadows behind her, another man emerged. Same long dark hair, same beard, same tattoos mapping identical skin. He moved with Ryan’s rhythm, a perfect, silent echo. Ryan 2.
He placed his hands on Channah’s hips, his touch a mirror of the ownership Ryan claimed from the front. She gasped, her head tilting back against Ryan’s grip, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Open your eyes,” Ryan commanded, his voice soft but absolute. “I want you to watch him.”
She forced her lids open. Ryan 2 was kneeling behind her, his hands sliding from her hips, over the curve of her ass. He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. The contrast of the cool air and his heat made her jump. Then his tongue, slow and deliberate, traced a path up her spine.
Ryan watched her face, saw the concentration there, the surrender. He tightened his grip in her hair, just a fraction, and used it to tilt her head back further, exposing the long line of her throat. He bent and pressed his mouth to her pulse point, feeling it hammer against his lips.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured into her skin.
Her composure, the professional therapist’s calm she wore like armor, was gone. “You. I want you.”
Ryan 2’s tongue breached her from behind, a slick, insistent pressure that made her cry out. The sound echoed off the glass and steel, a raw, unfiltered noise of pleasure.
“That’s not specific, Channah.” Ryan’s voice was a dark tease. He bit her shoulder, not hard, but with enough pressure to make his point. “You have two of us. Be precise.”
The dual sensation was unraveling her. Ryan’s mouth on her neck, his clone’s tongue working her open from behind. The stretch was exquisite, the attention overwhelming. She was losing herself in it, the week’s tensions, the constant need to be in control, melting away under their hands.
“I want you both,” she panted, her body arching. “Inside me. Now. I can’t wait.”
Ryan released her hair, his hand smoothing down her back in a gesture that was almost tender. Almost. “You hear that?” he said, his eyes meeting those of his clone over her shoulder.
Ryan 2 looked up, his mouth glistening. He gave a single, slow nod. There was no jealousy in his gaze, no separate will. Only a shared, focused intensity.
Ryan moved in front of her again, his fingers working the button of his jeans. The hum of the lab seemed to intensify, filling the space between their ragged breaths. He looked down at her, at her flushed skin and desperate eyes, and a slow smile spread across his face.
“Then you’ll have us.”