VISIONS OF HEAT

Vaughn whistled under his breath to signal Clay that everything was okay. A low growl traveled back to him and, to his surprise, it held the faintest tinge of laughter. “Watch it, cat,” he muttered, too low for anyone but a changeling to hear. “I’m the only one allowed to be amused by Faith.”


Another growl, this one closer, and then silence. Clay was doing his job now. Usually it was the soldiers who patrolled the edges of DarkRiver’s considerable home range, with the sentinels concentrating on the alpha pair’s defense grid. However, it had been decided that this area needed to be under closer surveillance. Even if Faith proved entirely trustworthy, she wasn’t a soldier or a sentinel and could unknowingly lead the enemy to their door.

Vaughn smiled again at the thought of his Psy, a Psy who was mad as hell but unwilling to admit it. It was clear that her conditioned responses had begun to collapse one by one. He was damn glad. Neither half of him particularly liked spending nights aroused with no relief in sight. He was impatient and more than willing to push her down the right path. The cat saw no reason to play fair when it was obvious she wanted a long, slow taste of him, too.

Catching up, he walked a little behind her, just far enough away to admire the sway of her hips. She was shaped exactly right—though short, she wasn’t too thin, her body having more than enough curves to satisfy and tempt. He wanted to watch that pert bottom moving on him. Given their height difference, the best position to enjoy that view would be with him seated and her taking him in, back to his chest. A groan threatened to erupt from his throat.

Faith looked over her shoulder. “Stop it.”

“What?” He wondered if her skin was that creamy gold all over, lusciously lickable. Bitable.

“You know what you’re doing.”

“The question is, how do you?”

“I’m Psy.”

“You’re an F-Psy, not a telepath.”

Her eyes narrowed and he knew she wasn’t aware of the giveaway gesture. And while he gloried in it, he’d have to warn her about it before she returned to that prison she called a home. “I’m a woman. We’re born with those sensors. So stop it.”

“Why?”

“Why?” She gave him an arrogant Psy look. “How would you like it if I thought of you as you’re thinking of me and my body?”

He grinned. “You know how I’d like it.” Something in her comment made him pause. “Are you saying you can actually see what I see?”

Her cheeks shaded to a dull red and he watched, delighted. The physical conditioning was starting to erode on a far deeper level than he could’ve hoped for—Psy did not blush. “Yes. I don’t know why when I can’t read anything else off you. None of my blocks seem to be working. So restrain yourself.”

He pondered that as he took the lead and brought her to the car. The new blindfold was sitting on the passenger seat—a strip of black silk he’d purchased specially for her. Spine stiff enough to snap, Faith put her things in the backseat before lifting it up. “Make it quick.”

He laid the strip against her eyes and moved until his chest pressed against the provocation of her breasts. “I like it slow.” He deliberately imagined what it would be like to sexually tease her while she was blindfolded. “At my mercy.”

“I told you, I’m not as powerless as you think.” They were fighting words, but her voice was husky. Despite her insistence that she was Psy, Faith was no longer fully bound by Silence. That was going to mean trouble. But right now, Vaughn was concerned about pleasure.

“Illusions don’t scare me, baby.” Taking his time to tie the knot, he let his mind fill with images of her blindfolded and naked, hands braced on the headboard of his bed and legs parted to keep her balance. And then he imagined how he’d stroke that creamy skin, how he’d run his tongue all over, how he’d sink his fingers in the lush flesh of her bottom and hold her in place as he took her.

Electricity zapped his fingers where they touched her skin. “Son of a bitch!” He jerked away with a snarl. “That hurt.” But the sharp shock of pain was even now receding from his fingertips.

“You should listen to me next time.” Faith slid inside the car without hesitation and pulled the door shut.

Vaughn wondered if he should tell her that what she’d done made her more, not less, attractive to him. Jaguars liked their women tough. Smiling, he rubbed his fingers against his jeans and walked around to take the driver’s seat.

Faith said nothing until he’d started up the car. “Did I really hurt you? I’ve never used the ability against a living being before.”

His Psy, the one who didn’t feel, was experiencing tinges of remorse. “If you did, I deserved it.” He ran a finger down her cheek. “Doesn’t mean I’ll stop, but I’ll be a bit more careful about how I tie you up.”

“I should’ve shocked you harder.” She folded her arms across her chest.

He began driving. “Sascha never mentioned that kind of talent. Does it fall under a separate designation?”

“Why should I tell you? You don’t tell me your secrets.”