Visions of Heat

'Why do you know about cooking? In the books I read prior to approaching DarkRiver, predatory male changelings were always portrayed as being very dominant and unwilling to learn domestic tasks.'

'I never said I liked cooking. But I can do it if the situation demands.'

'What were you saying about the Psy?'

'That the way you mix it up would be more impressive if it was actually human-to-human contact. Instead, it's all done on a genetic level. Unless your parents fell wildly in lust and created you in pleasure?' He watched the concentration with which she did such a simple task as cooking and found it strangely arousing. He had the feeling Faith would do everything with that same level of concentration.

'You know Psy don't feel lust or pleasure.' She pulled off the bacon and put it to the side.

He ran his finger down her cheek again. 'If your body feels sensation, then lust is always a possibility.'

Lucas watched Sascha pace around the bedroom and enjoyed the view. It wasn't bare skin but it was delectable nonetheless—his practical Psy had fallen madly in love with lacey feminine underthings in the months after dropping out of the Net.

'I can't believe you talked me into leaving Faith with Vaughn.' She put her hands on hips barely covered by a pure white slip and glared. 'He was behaving completely wild last night.'

'We're all wild, Sascha darling.' He wondered if she'd put her panties back on. 'Come here.'

'It's six a.m. We should be heading out to check if Vaughn managed to keep from driving her into complete insanity overnight.'

'I thought you liked Vaughn.'

'I do, but he's a little too much for Faith to handle—we might as well have left her with a rabid tiger.'

'Vaughn would take exception to that.' He liked fencing with his mate, enjoyed seeing fire in eyes that had once held only cold Psy focus.’

'I'm serious, Lucas.' She finally crawled back onto the bed beside him. 'I'm worried about Faith.'

'Vaughn won't harm her.'

'Not purposefully.' She put a hand on his chest. 'But he doesn't understand exactly what it is that he's dealing with. Changelings think touch is always good, but it isn't, not for someone like Faith. I've been thinking about it and I think she really could break under the strain.'

He frowned. 'She's that weak?'

'No.' Sascha's hand pressed down as she rose to a kneeling position. 'But she's lived her entire life in a vacuum. What do you think will happen if you suddenly expose her to the air?'

'Shit.' Lucas sat up. 'Let's go.' He trusted Vaughn implicitly, but Sascha was right—the jaguar had been acting unusually aggressive ever since they'd found Faith. He might unknowingly thrust the redheaded Psy over the edge.

Faith sat in the bedroom dressed in her day clothes. Eating with Vaughn had been an adventure. He hadn't touched her again after she'd threatened to leave midway through the meal, but she knew the promise had ended the minute they'd finished breakfast. If she exited this room, he'd start pushing her again.

The odd thing was, she didn't want to remain in here until Sascha arrived. What Vaughn was doing threatened her sanity, but it also ... stimulated her. For the first time in her life, she felt alive in more than the mind alone. Her body had always seemed like something that wasn't quite hers, but now it was very definitely a part of her—Vaughn stretched every one of her senses to the extreme.

And he made the darkness go away.

Getting up, she rubbed her palms on her thighs. There was no logical reason to walk out that door, but Faith decided that today, logic wouldn't help her much. She was in changeling territory, predatory changeling territory. They lived by different rules.

He wasn't waiting for her in the hallway as she'd half expected. Neither was he in the living room. Thinking that he might have stepped out, she walked to the porch and sat down in a chair-swing she hadn't noticed the previous night. The motion of the swing was soothing, but the fact that she couldn't see Vaughn left her unable to fully relax.

The scrape of claws on wood.

She sat perfectly still as a large jaguar walked around the corner and prowled over. The eyes that watched her out of that savage, wild face were familiar, but no less dangerous. He walked past her, rubbing the side of his heavy, warm body against her legs.

The sensation was indescribable.

Her mind tumbled as it tried to process the new information. The slide of fur over clothing, the heavy nonhuman heat, the sheer beauty of the creature so close to her. Part of her wanted to reach out and touch, the part that had lived a life inside of walls so thick there had been no other living presence within touching distance. But another part of her wanted to run. Because this predator had very sharp teeth and he hadn't decided whether she was friend or foe.

He turned and rubbed across her legs once again. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart slamming hard against her ribs. And she knew she'd reached overload level. Her mind was about to go critical—the false sense of security that had allowed her to fence with him this morning was gone under the looming reality of a mental cascade. She pulled her feet up onto the swing and wrapped her arms around her knees. Desperately fighting the closing wings of darkness, she heard a low, throaty growl.

She refused to open her eyes, refused to allow any more sensation into her mind. She had to stop hearing, stop feeling, stop seeing. Maybe then she could control the nerves going haywire inside of her. That was when human male hands cupped her face and everything snapped.

Vaughn felt Faith go completely motionless under his touch. A split second later, her body spasmed with such violence that he knew she'd lost control of it. The second time, he barely caught her before she hit her head hard against the back of the swing, but she was already unconscious.

'No,' he whispered, voice raw. He would not allow the Council to win and if he left Faith alone and untouched, they would. It had become imperative to him that this Psy became strong enough to make choices other than those mandated for her.

Deciding against taking her inside, he was about to stand when he heard the distant noise of an approaching car. Identifying it from the sound of the eco-engine, he used his considerable speed to go into the house and pull on some clothes. He was outside on the swing with Faith in his arms by the time Lucas and Sascha pulled up. Sascha almost leaped from the vehicle and ran up the steps.

'Oh, God, Vaughn!' Her rapidly darkening eyes moved over Faith's silent body. 'How could—'

'I know what I'm doing.' Sascha might be an E-Psy, but the jaguar wasn't budging on this one point. The cat knew something she didn't, knew it on the deepest, most primitive level. If anyone had asked Vaughn to explain, he wouldn't have been able to put his certainty into words, but that made it no less strong.

'She's so deeply unconscious that I can't reach her and you think you know what you're doing?' Her words were bullet fast.

'Lucas,' Vaughn said quietly.

The alpha's eyes met his. 'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

Sascha turned furiously to her mate and when she didn't speak aloud, Vaughn knew she was yelling at Lucas mind-to-mind. Lucas couldn't broadcast speech, but the two had discovered that he could hear her perfectly fine. It made sense given that Lucas's great-great-grandmother had been Psy.

The alpha winced and caught Sascha around the waist to haul her up against his body. 'He's a sentinel. He protects. Leave it be, darling.'

'He might protect, but that protection doesn't stretch to Faith.'

'It does now.'

Everyone went silent. 'Since when?' Lucas asked.

'Since I decided.'

'Fine.'

Sascha glanced from one male to the other then shook her head in obvious frustration. 'Let me see if she's doing any better.' Wiggling out of Lucas's grip, she came over. 'She's like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon.'