Catherine is straddling my hips, her expert hands caressing my body as she rocks against my hard bulge. The lust scorching through my blood responds immediately, and I groan from the contact.

"That's it," Catherine whispers, leaning in to kiss her way up my neck, "you're mine, Xander."

That sounds every kind of wrong. She's sliding her hands into my clothes as she moves faster against me, and I can feel my thoughts going fuzzy with pleasure. It's hard to think straight, but I fight through the haze of lust, my mind grappling for one name.

"Allison," I say. "Where's Allison?"

"That doesn't matter," Catherine responds. "Just lean back and...