Chapter 217

Zoey’s face had indeed been reddening as Rosalie pressed Delta for details on her shadow skill. By the devious twinkle in her purple eyes, Delta knew exactly what had inappropriately invaded her thoughts.

“N-Nothing,” Zoey stammered. “What do you mean?” She squirmed in place, not wanting to out her rather inappropriate thoughts. Delta grinned, seeing through her, until she eventually took pity and rolled her eyes.

“Here,” she said. “I’ll let you find out yourself.”

The shadow put her elbows onto the table, leaning forward so that her face closed the distance to Zoey. Impassive black eyes looked at her, not unnerving exactly, though certainly lacking the normal warmth found in Delta’s.

“Go ahead,” Delta said. “Touch her.”

Growing more flustered by the second, Zoey glanced at Maddy and Rosalie. Embarrassingly, they were just looking at her, confused; they didn’t understand what was going on. Yes, Zoey was definitely the most perverted of them. They were just fascinated by how incredible the skill was for its intended purpose. They didn’t understand what she and Delta were talking about, or why the shadow had leaned forward across the table.

At least one other person was guilty. Zoey doubted it had taken Delta long to be curious in that way, either.

Unable to help herself, Zoey reached out and gently poked at the shadow’s forehead. Like before, she went cross-eyed as her gaze focused on the digit pressing into her. Zoey found herself amazed, though not surprised, that the shadow felt fully realistic, just like the shadow-dagger had. She moved her finger down, tracing the bridge of her nose, then poked at her cheeks. Soft skin met her touch, as sensually accurate as a real person.

Quickly losing herself in fascination, Zoey’s thumb found its way to the shadow’s lower lip, and she tugged, exposing the soft, slick underside as it curled down. Again, all accurate, including her teeth, and the slippery feel of her lip’s inside.

The shadow let her jaw fall slowly open, revealing the full interior of her mouth. Zoey couldn’t help herself: she kept exploring. She ran her thumb in a full sweep along the inside of her lower lip, then swapped fingers and delved deeper with her pointer finger, poking at the girl’s tongue.

Abruptly, the shadow closed her mouth around the invading digit and, with a pouting expression and her eyes locked firmly to Zoey’s, started sucking.

Zoey froze there for several long seconds, feeling Delta’s shadow-tongue slip and slide against her finger, sucking in a very intimate way.

To her side, a squeaking noise interrupted the reverie Delta’s clone had put her under. Zoey’s attention turned to Maddy, to see her staring at the display with a brilliantly red face. Rosalie’s cheeks had likewise darkened, understanding finally dawning—thanks to the blatant show Delta was putting on. Embarrassed, Zoey pulled her hand back, the motion producing a popping noise as she escaped the shadow’s sucking mouth.

“So the answer is yes,” Delta said, her grin having grown devilish. “It works like you think. She’s accurate all the way through. And I mean all the way through.” She waggled her eyebrows.

“Wow,” Zoey said. She tried to find her words, something more eloquent than that, but just ending up repeating herself. “Wow.” She swallowed. “That’s, uh, pretty cool.”

“In fact,” Delta continued. “I kind of want to test a few things myself. Need to start training my control with her, right?”

Delta didn’t let them wonder what that meant for long. She got straight to demonstrating. Seizing control of the shadow, she made the figure slouch down the back of the booth—which then kept sliding, until she had slipped out of view, leaving her seat empty, hiding herself underneath the table.

“Oh,” Zoey said, heart abruptly slamming. “Are you, uh, sure we should—?” Her words cut off abruptly as hands started playing at her waistband.

The button to her pants popped open.

“Ah,” Delta said, seeming satisfied. “I’m getting better with the dexterity of her fingers. It’s harder than you think, undoing buttons. That kind of fine control.” A loud zipping noise filled the air. “Zippers are a little easier, at least,” she said.