Visions of Heat (20 page)

Sex might actually send her into the very seizures she’d been conditioned to expect.

But she felt him on the psychic level, an intimacy he’d never expected. That she could pick up only his most erotic thoughts delighted him. It gave him the best of both worlds—his privacy and the ability to seduce her without subjecting her to touch, which might send her over the edge.

Sensual hunger beating in every surge of blood, he began to think of Faith and all the ways in which he wanted to take her. The jaguar, being a jaguar, wanted to enter her from behind. A view nothing could match, the man agreed. So much to explore, to stroke, while she lay helpless. His body reminded him of the sharp bite of pain that had been her response to his earlier provocation. Maybe not so helpless, he grinned inside. But this was his fantasy and here she was his—submitting, asking to be touched, to be kissed, to be mounted.

Something “pinged” against his mind.

He went predator-quiet as he tasted the touch. Ever since Sascha had discovered the Web of Stars that linked the sentinels to their alpha, they’d been experimenting with its tactical uses. Sascha alone had so far been able to send language—to Lucas—but both Vaughn and Clay had proved able to “knock” in a crude sense.

Vaughn could also sense emotion sent by Sascha but he’d never before “heard” anything else. Sascha remained the sole person who could receive everyone, though it looked like Lucas might be able to train his mind to do the same. As a result of their work with the Web, Vaughn had learned that his packmates’ mental scents were the same as their physical ones. And he knew what they all tasted like.

Definitely not woman and hunger, need and fear, passion and musk.

The cat wanted to purr. Encouraged, he continued with his erotic fantasies, playing with a woman he’d decided was his. Faith might not agree, but Vaughn had never lost marked prey. Now he imagined curving his hands over her hips, stroking that tempting cream and gold skin, the warmth and woman-softness of her. He’d pet her first, he thought, gentle her as he might a stubborn feline. Then he’d lean down and lick his way to her neck, indulging his desire to taste her skin until he reached the savage beat of her pulse.

Another mental push. Much harder. He took it with an inward growl of pleasure. He wasn’t underestimating Faith—a cardinal might not be able to easily manipulate a changeling mind, but she could rip it open and kill him. However, he knew she wouldn’t, knew something she wasn’t yet ready to accept. The consequence of that truth was that Faith couldn’t hurt him.

In his fantasy, he closed his teeth over her pulse. He could maul her very badly, but that he never would, gave her the power. That was something she had yet to learn. As his hand closed over her breast and his fingers found her nipple, he bit down a tiny fraction harder, just enough to mark, to brand.

The next shove at his mind was tinged with desperation. Aware he’d pushed her too far, though it wasn’t anywhere near far enough for him, he let her body fade from his mind and forced himself to think thoughts she couldn’t see. Not knowing the reason for their connection was probably driving Faith nuts. Good. She needed to experience the unruliness of the wild or she’d never break free of Silence. And she had to smash through those walls. She no longer had a choice.

 

Lucas arrived
to pick up Sascha sometime after two in the morning. Watching the vehicle disappear into the darkness, Faith began waiting for Vaughn. She could feel him inside her where no one should’ve been able to go, knew he was close by. She was proven right. He walked out of the forest on human feet a split second after the last whisper of sound from the departing car.

He was naked.

Her fingers clenched on the porch support post, her whole body filled with jagged bursts of lightning screaming for escape. It had been her intention to tell him to stop thinking of her with such brazen heat, to stand her ground against this predator who considered her body
his
in a way she barely understood.

But all she could do was watch him walk to her. There was nothing but lethal grace to him, his every move declaring that he was not human, not Psy, not anything civilized. His hair was loose around his shoulders, setting off those wild, not quite human eyes, and his body was pure lithe muscle.

Her own eyes refused to obey her commands and continued to skate down his body when she knew it was a mistake. He’d see it as an invitation. But still she lingered over the fine hair that dusted his chest and reappeared in a darker shade at his navel. That thin line led downward in flagrant challenge—she told herself to look away but it was already too late. He jutted out thick and hard.

A whimper exiting her throat, her hand spasmed around the post. He was magnificent. Never before had she seen a man so unapologetically nude and at ease. Her heart thudded violently enough to hurt. She had to run. She had to watch. Then he was standing a step below her and even then he was taller, stronger, fundamentally, irrevocably male.

Those half-human eyes captured her own. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know.” The answer was raw, ripped from the secret core of her, the unknown part that had the capacity for both chilling horror and the most exquisite hunger.

“You can touch.” His voice was a purr that rolled over her like the softest, most sensual stroke of living fur. “I’ve touched you—this is your chance to get even.”

It was a very bad idea. Would in all probability completely fragment her mind and leave her a splintered mess. “I can’t.”

“Only as far as you want,” he coaxed. “I’ll give you free rein.” Raising his arms, he closed his fingers over the edge of the overhang that protected the porch. “Promise.”

Trust a cat? She’d have to be crazy. “I have to go back,” she whispered, but her eyes were on the sensual fullness of his lips, her mind awash with echoes of his erotic thoughts.

“Not for a few hours. Plenty of time to play.”

Time enough to repair her shields? The ones against the PsyNet were holding, but despite everything she’d learned tonight, she hadn’t yet ascertained a method to protect against the darkness
and
remain safe from punishment for having broken Silence. It didn’t matter. She was already mad. Because she was going to accept Vaughn’s invitation. And she was going to enjoy it. The lightning in her bloodstream was a heated caress, the pulse between her legs an unsettling but exquisite pleasure.

She felt.

Raising the hand not gripping the post, she hesitated, mindful of his animal nature. “Promise?”

He snapped playfully at the fingers hovering so close to his mouth. “Promise.”

“Even if I . . .” She didn’t know how to say what it was she wanted to say.

“Even if you suck on me and leave me without an orgasm. Even then.”

A wave of red fire swept across her vision at the idea of playing with him that way, a way so scandalously intimate she’d never before been able to understand the attraction it held for human and changeling women. What satisfaction could a female get from the act? Now she knew. The thought of having him that much at her mercy, of giving him that much pleasure, was a drug in itself. Maybe too powerful a drug. “I may have an adverse reaction.” To anything they tried.

“I’ll stop you before you go too far. I won’t let you be helpless.”

“Too far” was no longer the solid line it had once been. “I have to trust you.”

“Yes.” No obfuscation, nothing but blunt truth.

Her fingers brushed his lips as he finished speaking and she waited for the rush of fear. Of pain. It came, the conditioned shell of her mind recoiling from the act. Instead of withdrawing, she gave the lightning full rein. It was so extreme, so raw, that it buried the fear and pain under an avalanche of pure sensation. And she was free.

She pressed against his lips and he parted them to allow her to slide a single finger inside. The suction of his mouth went straight through to the pulsing flesh between her legs. “How?” Shaken by the intensity inspired by such a simple act, she began to pull her finger out.

His teeth threatened to bite, but released her after a painless graze. “Because it’s me.”

She wanted to take issue with the arrogance of his response, but there was something about the look in his eyes, something that felt like truth. Sucking in a jagged breath, she followed her fingers as they whispered hesitantly over his shoulders.

He blazed, as if his body burned for hers, as if he’d keep her warm on the coldest night. Startled by the seduction of the idea, she almost jerked back her hand, but she wanted too much to let go so easily. “I am strong,” she said, unaware she’d spoken aloud until Vaughn replied, “Yes, you are.”

Her fingers spread through the golden hair on his chest and she felt the beat of his heart under her palm, strong, steady, a little fast. He was as affected by this wild hunger as she was, but he wasn’t scared. Because he, too, was wild.

Her own pulse was everywhere. In her head, in her mouth, in her chest, in the heat between her legs, in every inch of her perspiration-damp skin. She knew she was pushing herself and she didn’t care. Her mind filled with the earthy scent of Vaughn as she leaned toward him and breathed deep. It was a rush, an addiction she hadn’t even been aware of having. Her nipples had tightened long ago, but now they seemed to burn hot, rubbing against her bra as if her breasts had swollen and there was too much pressure.

She had the urge to squeeze her own flesh and ease the ache. Under her palm, Vaughn’s pulse kicked hard. She looked up to find his eyes glowing from within, dark knowledge in their depths. “Let me,” he growled, and it
was
a growl. She should’ve been afraid of the animal so thinly covered by his human skin, but she was long past doing what she should.

“No.” If he touched her, it was all over.

He growled again, low in his throat, but didn’t break his word. The muscles of his upper arms stood out in sharp relief as he gripped the roof edge even harder. So much strength and it was at her command. The power was heady, or was that desire turning her blood to fire?

Returning her attention to his body, she finally released the death grip she had on the post and slid both hands down his chest. He made her want to lick her lips. Lick him. Nothing, no one, had ever prompted such hunger in her.

“Do it,” he ordered.

She knew what he wanted—the thick length of him was furious with blood. It was her own hunger that surprised. But not enough to stop her. Unconsciously moving closer, she left one hand on his ribs while the other slid down to skim lightly along his erection.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his body thrumming with tension. Captivated, she repeated the movement.

“Don’t. Tease.”

She barely heard him through the blood fury of pure sensation as she traced the proud evidence of his maleness one more time. His body bucked. And she curled her exploring fingers to hold him.

Faith found herself
unable to close her fingers completely around him. How could anything so thick fit in her body? And why was she consumed with the curiosity to find out?

He hadn’t said a word since that last barked command, his entire body supple stone that beat for her alone. In her hand he was almost unbearably silky, the skin covering his hardness delicate, surprising her. She hadn’t thought her jaguar would be delicate anywhere. That was the last coherent thought she had.

She ran her closed fist up and down his engorged length, indulging the animal inside her, the primal being that knew only hunger, need, and sex. Her breasts hurt so badly that she ached to rip off her clothing and rub herself against his chest, but that would mean releasing him and she didn’t want to. All she wanted was to squeeze and stroke over and over. And over again.

“Stop, Faith.”

She shook off the unwelcome interruption and thought of the million other things she wanted to do to him. First, she’d place her mouth over the dark gold of his chest and taste the sweat and heat so temptingly close. Maybe she’d even take off her own clothes as a prelude to pasting her body flush against his.

“Baby, stop.” A hand knotted in her hair.

She tried to pull away, but he was too strong. Then another big male hand covered the fingers she had around his erection and attempted to ease her off. She reacted by digging the nails of her free hand into his chest while squeezing his erection harder.

His snarl raised every hair on her body. She expected him to bite her. That was fine with her. What she didn’t expect was for him to tighten the hand he’d placed over hers, pressing until she thought he’d cause her to hurt him.

“No!” She let go.

He stepped out of reach with jaguar speed, so quick that she had to grab the post to keep herself upright. Her head swam. She found her free hand reaching out for him. “Vaughn.” It was nearly a sob.
“Please.”

“Shh.” He was behind her before she even saw him move. “Let me ease you down.”

“Down?” Need crawled over her skin, pushed at the walls of her mind. But when she would’ve turned, he used his hands to hold her in place. Struggling with the frenzied rage of a wild thing, she twisted and kicked, her mind having no memory of its offensive capabilities. Right then, she was a wholly physical creature and in that arena, he was far too strong.

“No! No!” Turbulent clouds of anger gathered over the lightning.

Vaughn continued to hold Faith in place with his grip on her upper arms, while ensuring that no other part of his body touched hers. “Put up your walls, baby.” The jaguar fought his choice, but a promise was a promise.

“No!”

The word was so violently obstinate, he knew that whatever was driving her wasn’t quite sane. “See the forest in front of you?”

A sullen silence. Then, “Yes.”

“There are others there who might see us.”