Psy & Changelings 02 - Visions of Heat

how much persuasion it would take.
    Her hand rose to lie over his heartbeat. A tentative touch that made the cat snarl for more. “For always.”
    It was the one answer he hadn’t expected, but instinct told him what to do. Closing his fingers over her hand, he raised it to his mouth and kissed her fingertips. Her pulse shuddered, but she didn’t pull away. The cat was pleased. Dropping that slender hand, he turned his back to her. “Jump on.”
    A beat of hesitation and then her hands were on his shoulders. He slid his palms up the back of her thighs and felt her fear, her confusion, her need. But when he pushed upward, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on.
    Exhilaration lacing his bloodstream, Vaughn ran through a forest slowly fading from day brightness—night fell quicker under the canopy. Faith’s weight, even given her small pack and the long distance, was nothing. The jaguar gloried in having her in his territory, in his world, though he knew they still had to extract her safely from the Net. But that could be done anytime she was ready. First, he needed to claim her on a much more primal level.
    He took her deep into DarkRiver territory and then even deeper into his own, not stopping until she was in the bedroom of his lair, the only woman he’d ever brought there. Lowering her to her feet, he let her stretch and explore, able to wait now that she was in his home.
    Her face tried to maintain that cool Psy look, but wonder broke through in sporadic patches. “Your home is amazing. Like we’re part of the forest.”
    He let out a jagged breath. “Do you want me to shower?”
    She froze, eyes flicking to the waterfall behind him. “What?”
    “The run made me sweaty.” The falling night had been cold, the wind crisp, but a fine layer of perspiration covered his skin.
    “Oh.” The answer was soft, breathy. “No, that’s okay.”
    He watched her mouth as she spoke, surprised to realize he’d closed the distance between them without being aware of it. Raising his hand, he rubbed a finger over her lips. “I want to eat you up.”
    Even as her eyes widened, the beast began to haze his brain with unforgiving sexual need. He wanted . And he was through with waiting. Faith was his mate. It was his right to take her. He’d angled his head to claim a savage kiss when out of nowhere, something else kicked in—the protective instincts that would never allow him to harm her. And if he took her now, he might even break her.
    Shaken into civilized thought by that unforgiving truth, he forced himself to do the hardest thing he’d ever done. He took a step back. “I might hurt you if we do this.” He was too much on edge, too hungry, too damn strong to chance a loss of control while in the grip of passion.
    He watched her swallow and the cat wanted to lick at her neck, to hold her pulse in its mouth and feel the power of her heartbeat. It was about sex, not pain. The thought of abusing her was abhorrent to him, but he was afraid of caving in to the violent need of the beast and losing his capacity for rational thought. And when he rose from the animal hunger, he might find that his claws had permanently marred Faith’s skin, that he’d bitten and cut. The possibility terrified him as nothing else had ever terrified him.
    “Vaughn,” she said, “it’s okay. I know you won’t hurt me. It’s my conditioning and the impact it might have that we have to worry about.”
    “I could rip you to pieces if the cat takes over. I won’t think I’m hurting you, but I will be.” His voice held the thickness of a growl—his beast might have saved his life as a child, but the payment it demanded was being a greater part of his consciousness. “I want you too much, so much that I might damage you without meaning to.”
    Faith didn’t move any closer. Instead, she stood watching him, studying him with those night-sky eyes that seemed to shimmer in the dim light of this cavern he called home, which seemed to soothe her. It had surprised him when he’d picked up the signs of relaxation, but now he was glad. At least she could feel safe in this place. His place. He’d never steal that feeling from her by using it as a trap to maul her.
    “The longer we wait,” she said, her voice that of the most practical Psy, but her eyes holding the first flicker of lightning, “the worse it’s going to get. It’s become clear to me that you need touch and I haven’t been giving it to you.”
    He knew