Psy & Changelings 01 - Slave to Sensation
her shocked ones. Heâd never spoken to Tammy like that. âNate, if you want your mate to last the night, youâd better get her under control.â He wasnât kidding. There was only so much he could take and Saschaâs keeping a secret had pushed him over the edge.
Iâm not going to let you kill yourself . . .
What did the wolf know that he didnât?
âDonât talk to Tammy like that,â Sascha ordered.
âIâll talk to my pack however the hell I feel like. You donât get to have a voice until you explain yourself to me.â Grabbing her hand, he began to haul her up the stairs.
A psychic blow hit his chest but he was expecting it and took it with a grunt. âYouâre not that powerful a Tk, kitten.â He was in the grip of the pantherâs instincts and there was nothing civilized about them.
âDamn it, Lucas. Let me go!â She tried to pull her hand away and kicked out at his shin.
Fed up with her wriggling, he bent down, threw her over his shoulder in a firemanâs carry, and ran up the stairs. Her weight was nothing to his changeling strength, her fists on his back mere caresses. She was yelling and screaming by the time he got her into the bedroom and locked the door.
When he put her down on the floor, she took a swing at him. Only his lightning-fast reflexes saved him from a black eye. He pinned her hands behind her back before she could try again. Furious eyes met his. The woman in his arms was pure fire and heat, as different from the Psy heâd first met as night was from day.
Desire sparked deep and low in his gut, brought to life by the stunning brilliance of her emotions. This was a fit mate, the panther in him growled. This female would never let herself be crushed by his demands and needs. Sheâd meet him more than halfway. And sheâd fight to the death for him like his mother had fought for his father.
âIf you donât let me go right now, I swear Iâll knock you unconscious,â she threatened. âI have enough Tk for a blow hard enough to rattle your thick skull.â
âIâm not budging until you tell me what Hawke meant.â The scent of her infiltrated his lungs, fuel to the inferno of his possessiveness.
âYou donât need to know.â
He swore. âHow do you think that made me look down there? My own mate keeping secrets from me?â
She looked discomfited for an instant. âHe shouldnât have known. Nobody should know.â
âBut he does and I have a right to. Youâre mine .â
âDonât pull this alpha thing on me, Lucas. Youâre not my alpha!â
He had no desire to dominate her that way. âBut Iâm your mate.â Leaning down, he nipped sharply at her jaw. Goose bumps appeared on the exposed skin of her neck. âI have certain rights.â
âYouâre not my mate,â she protested, but her voice was weak.
âTell me, kitten. You know Iâm not going to let it go however much you want me to.â
Her eyes darkened, ebony spreading over the light. âWhy?â she pleaded. âWe canât let that girl die if I can save her. If I tell you everything, youâll try to stop me.â
âYou think I wonât stop you right now?â
âYou canât.â Her eyes were almost pure black. âI can work the PsyNet from behind bars.â
He used one hand to keep her wrists under control, still not sure she wouldnât go for his eyes like every other pissed-off female he knew. With the other, he clasped the back of her neck. âYeah, but can you do it while unconscious?â
âYou wouldnât.â It was an outraged whisper.
âTo keep you safe, Iâd do worse things than knock you out.â
Her eyes narrowed. âWeâre going to have to talk about this dominant streak of yours.â
âItâs not a streak. Itâs all of me.â For her, heâd try to be reasonable occasionally. Except on this one point. âAre you going to talk or are you going to make me put you under? Do you know how much itâll hurt me to have to do that to you?â
Her entire body softened. He finally chanced letting her wrists go free. Instead of hitting out at him, she put them on his chest, palms down. âLucas.â Her eyes were pure black now, so dark that he could see nothing but his own reflection. âThe PsyNet isnât a
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