Psy & Changelings 02 - Visions of Heat

changelings?”
    “I don’t know. I can’t sense anyone else—is there anyone else here?”
    He smiled, aware it would make her want to spit. “You know I can’t tell you that.” Matter of fact, Clay was very close, having come to take over this section of Vaughn’s watch. They’d traded off half an hour ago, but the leopard had stuck around to ensure Faith and Vaughn made it out safely. Something feral in Vaughn calmed at Faith’s inability to feel the other sentinel. “Never know what you might use the information for.”
    “What do you want me to do?” she demanded, her tone cold enough to burn. “Write my loyalty in blood?”
    “Temper, temper.”
    “I don’t have a temper. Are you planning on standing there all night? I don’t have time to waste.” Turning, she started stomping her way through the forest.
    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,