Visions of Heat (Psy-Changeling #2)

Dark Encounter

“I am not a leopard,” he said into her ear, and the sound was so rough she wondered if he’d come back fully from the animal.

“Oh.” Her mistake was no surprise—she knew less than nothing about the reality of changelings. Her world had never been one where they intruded. “I apologize for offending you.”

“Aren’t you curious what I am?”

“Yes.” She was also curious about his human face. “Can I turn around?”

His soft chuckle vibrated along her body and demanded her complete attention. “It’s not that dark, Red—I didn’t have any clothes with me.”

It took a few moments for her brain to work through that statement.

The second she did, she became hyperconscious of the sheer heat of the body aligned so closely to her own.

The part of her that craved new experiences wanted to turn, but she knew that would be sheer foolishness.

This man was hardly likely to indulge her intellectual curiosity about his body.

He’d almost bitten off her head for daring to call him the wrong species.

“Please let go.”

“No.”

The flat no took her by surprise. Nobody said no to her, not like that.

They always tried to couch it in more polite terms. That treatment may have kept her cooperative and rational, but it had also left her no tools with which to deal with the hard reality of a world where people didn’t follow the accepted rules of behavior. “Why?”

“Why not?”