Psy & Changelings 01 - Slave to Sensation

to see Sascha. Here she is.”
    Sascha pushed at his back until he shifted enough that she could meet the wolf’s gaze. It was as far as he was going to go.
    â€œI know you don’t trust me,” she said. “I even know that you hate the Psy on a level that’s so deep, it has no end.”
    Hawke’s mouth tightened, his eyes going glacial.
    â€œBut you don’t have to trust me in this—you have to trust Lucas.”
    Hawke snorted. “He’s your mate. He’s hardly likely to be unbiased.”
    Lucas waited for Sascha to dispute their mating, unable to do anything to warn her.
    Her hand slipped around to lie against his stomach. The panther wanted to purr. “Do you really think he’d mate to someone who’d endanger his pack?”
    â€œYeah, wolf.” Relief at her acceptance ran through Lucas like fire. “Just how much do you trust me?”
    â€œHow do you know she hasn’t fucked with your mind?” It was a harsh question.
    â€œBecause you know as well as I do that the Psy can’t hold on to our minds for longer than a few minutes.” Lucas tracked Hawke’s every movement, leaving Indigo and Riley to the sentinels. He had a feeling Riley was the more dangerous of the pair—like Dorian, he’d lost a sister to this killer. “She would’ve had to manipulate not only my mind but those of the sentinels as well.”
    â€œPsy never work alone.” Hawke watched them both without blinking.
    Sascha’s hand clenched on Lucas’s abdomen. “Psy also don’t feel emotion.” Stretching, she kissed the hard angle of Lucas’s jaw from behind his shoulder. “Yet I feel so much, it’s threatening to destroy me.”
    There was no arguing with her statement. She was sensually, beautifully female, her body’s hunger for Lucas a siren song. The unmated males could no more ignore that than they could stop breathing.
    Every instinct in him quivered, wanting to take her, right here, right now, and show everyone that she belonged to him. Fighting the animalistic urge merely served to heighten the craving, until the panther’s fur rasped along the inside of his skin.
    â€œThen those eyes of yours mean nothing.” Hawke crossed his arms across his chest. “You’re weaker than the ones we’re fighting.”
    â€œYou’re calling emotion a weakness?” Tamsyn was trying to get past Dorian without success. Nate stared at her from across the room, obviously willing her to be silent, but the healer had never been good at following orders. “Emotion is what makes us strong!”
    â€œShe’s not one of us,” Hawke said. “Her strength comes from feeling nothing. If she feels, it means she’s damaged goods. We can’t trust Brenna’s life to a defective Psy who could crumble at any minute.”
    Lucas felt the panther’s claws cut through his skin. “Be very careful what you say about my mate, Hawke. I’d hate to have to kill you.” The warning lingered on the air.
    Both of Sascha’s arms wrapped around his middle. “Lucas, he’s right. If I were weak, I’d be of no use.”
    â€œYou’re not weak.” He held her hands flat against him, luxuriating in the public gesture of belonging. This Psy was his and he wasn’t going to let her escape. Ever.
    â€œNo,” she said, “I’m not. I’m a cardinal E-Psy.”
    Hawke’s gaze reflected a bright flash of shock so deep, it couldn’t be hidden.
    â€œWhat do you know, wolf?” Lucas wondered what Sascha had learned that had enabled her to make that statement so confidently, but he wasn’t going to ask her to explain in front of the SnowDancers.
    â€œI want to see her face,” the wolf demanded.
    Lucas felt his muscles lock. Sascha’s hand smoothed over his body as she drew back. “Let me, Lucas. This is my time to fight.”
    The anguish in her tone got through to him, cutting past the possessive beast to the man within. He let her move until she stood slightly in front of him, where he could quickly haul her behind his body. “You or your lieutenants even blink wrong and I’ll slash you wide open.” It wasn’t a threat, just simple fact.
    Hawke nodded. “Fair enough.” Nobody played games with mates.
    â€œWhat do you want to see?” Sascha tipped her head slightly to the side, her