Psy & Changelings 02 - Visions of Heat

throat—his claws had sliced out the instant after he’d dragged Faith to safety. Now she lay protected by a human cage and, no longer able to feed on her, the dark thing withered away.
    Vaughn waited until the air was purged of the noxious scent before he dropped his gaze to Faith. Retracting his claws, he used one hand to clear the strands of hair off her face. Her skin was cool, too cool. And her heartbeat was becoming ever slower, as if she continued to fight with all her strength, unaware she was safe. He wanted to do violence. But instead, he slid a hand under her nape and kissed her.
    Only touch affected Faith deeply enough to break through the psychic nature of her mind. Most humans would’ve been shocked at the animal intensity of his kiss, but he wasn’t human. And he wasn’t shocked.
     
    Something sizzled along Faith’s most intimate inner skin and, though it wasn’t painful, it demanded . Fearful that it was a trick, but incapable of ignoring the flaring pain of nerve endings snapping to wakefulness, she uncurled from her protective crouch. And saw energy arcing through her mind, silver and bright, passionate and unstoppable, a lightning storm that burned away the lingering echoes of malignant darkness.
    Her blood began to pump with heat that burned. Around her, a thousand fires sparked to life. She stood in the center, protected but not shielded from the inferno. These flames wanted to caress, to touch, to stroke.
    Unable to take the wild hunger of the storm, to withstand the intensity of the conflagration, she willed herself from the dream and into waking life. But the dream followed her to the outside. Her lips were on fire. Her body exploded with heat. Enfolding her was a stronger flame, skin that seemed to burn with a higher temperature than her own, living heat that lay against her nape, under her thighs, against the cheek she had pressed to a hard muscled surface.
    She tried to suck in a breath, but her mouth had already been claimed. Her lashes flicked upward. Night-gold eyes met hers, brutal, savage . . . and safe. Her lips were freed for the second it took her to gasp a breath and then reclaimed. She found that her hand was on his shoulder, holding on, holding him.
    Her mind spun with too much sensation, but the alternative was worse. In her not-quite-conscious state, she wasn’t sure the darkness wouldn’t return if she broke away from this overload. So she embraced it, shifting to wrap her arms around the neck of the dangerous male in her bed, melding her body to his.
    If it came to madness, she’d rather drown in heat than be sucked into the sadistic cruelty of darkness. The woman heart of her was aware that his hands were on her back, pressing her to him, and that while those hands were big and powerful, they did no harm. Then even that thought was swept under the shock wave of sensation and she became nothing but flesh, a creature who had no mind and no thoughts. Her eyes closed.
    Vaughn sensed Faith’s utter surrender. The cat was ready to take what was his, but the man knew this wasn’t the kind of submission that would ever satisfy him and it might just scar her. She wasn’t giving in to him. She was using him to escape the darkness. Vaughn didn’t mind being used by Faith, but he did mind that she wasn’t conscious of who it was she clung to.
    He broke the kiss and had the pleasure of feeling her nails dig into his skin as she tried to make him return. “Faith.”
    She pressed closer, her eyes remaining shut.
    “Faith.” He made his voice a command edged with the roughness of a growl. It wasn’t difficult. This aroused, he had trouble controlling the beast. It was something Faith was going to have to learn to deal with, but not today. Today was about keeping her safe. “Open your eyes.”
    She shook her head, but her hands slipped down from around his neck to curl into fists against his chest.
    A slow smile spread over his lips. “I’m not naked.” Taking one feminine fist, he pressed it against his jean-covered thigh, then had to bite back a very sexual demand when the fingers of that hand spread and sent sensation straight to his groin.
    “Are you real?”
    It was a question that made it brutally clear how deep she’d retreated into her mind before he’d pulled her out. Leaning forward, he nipped at the skin of her neck. She jerked and opened her eyes at last.
    Silver lightning sparked in their night-sky depths, vivid and wild.

CHAPTER 11
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