And there it was, in the absolute and utter center.
She’d thought she’d linger over this, but she couldn’t. Ithurt too much. Saying a soft good-bye, she reached out and sliced through it in a single fatal stroke.
Everything ended.
For one microsecond, she was the only thing in the universe, the only light in the darkness, the only living being in memory. Nerve endings screamed in agony and she felt her physical body jerk in hard spasms that threatened to tear muscle from bone. Life couldn’t exist in a vacuum and she was—
But someone was holding her safe.
Someone else breathed.
Someone else lived.
Someone else blazed bright in the utter black of nothing.
She came awake with a gasp as her mind shoved through the lone avenue left to it—the bond to Vaughn. A flood of color, an overwhelming rush of scent and sound, fur under her fingertips and the sharp claws of animal passion, it all thrust into her heart and began to dig.
Then someone kissed her.
And that someone washersin a way no one else would ever be. She comprehended that he was the fury and the passion, the male heat and the rich earth. She even knew his name.“Vaughn.”
The soft whisper into his mouth kick-started Vaughn’s heart with a vicious jolt. He’d never been as terrified as he’d been the moment he’d felt Faith just stop.
No heartbeat.
No breath.
No life.
It had been less than a second, but he’d almost died. Then had come the avalanche of loneliness crashing into him with the violence of a freight train going downhill at full speed. It had nearly torn out his heart. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.” Kissing her again and again, he fed his need for her downthe bond, letting her know that she wasn’t alone, that she’d never be alone again.
Murmuring wordlessly, she wrapped her arms and legs around him in a desperate movement. Her kiss was that of a woman trying to convince herself of his existence. He let her take what she wanted, would’ve given his life had she asked for it. But what she wanted was his passion, his hunger, his heat.
So he gave her that, moving his hands to caress every inch of her creamy skin, branding her with his touch and his kiss. She wouldn’t unclasp her body from his. Not willing to break the contact either, he found a way to love her as she was, sliding his hands under her bottom to position her above his erection, his skin stretched so tight that the pleasure was exquisite pain.
He meant to go gently, but she wouldn’t wait, pushing down hard and taking him into her body like the most perfectly crafted glove. He held her tight and flipped them over, her body lush and welcoming under his. Bracing himself above her with one arm, he used the other to grasp her hip.
“Faith.” It was a warning she responded to by dragging her nails down his back and biting hard on his shoulder.
Growling low in his throat, he thrust into her. Deep. And again.
She was liquid fire in his bloodstream, sheer woman heat, and when her closed eyes flashed open, he saw jagged sparks of white lightning.
Faith layin Vaughn’s arms and listened to his heartbeat. Real, true, steady, it anchored her. But despite that and the fact that it was close to dawn, her mind continued to race. She had to see the new world in which she lived. Unlike for the changeling who was the most important being in her life,the mental plane was as much a reality for her as the earth and the sky, the trees and the forest.
She’d rather know now whether that plane was barren, and she’d do it while Vaughn was asleep. She didn’t ever want to hurt him by intimating that it wounded her to not be part of the PsyNet, cut off from a facet of her existence that was central to her identity as a Psy.
Closing her eyes on one plane, she opened them on another. But she couldn’t step out, couldn’t bear to face the endless darkness.
“Open your eyes, Faith. Look at the Web of Stars.”
How had he known what she was doing? He wasn’t Psy. But he was her mate. “The Web of Stars?” she asked, standing poised on the doorstep of her mind. His answer was a kiss placed carefully on the pulse at the curve of her neck.
Finding strength from the power of that simple caress, she took the next step and looked. There were no stars on black velvet, no isolated lights burning like blades, no black spaces. Her breath rushed out of her. Not because this place was barren, but because it wasn’t. There was color everywhere, multicolored sparkles that flickered rainbow-bright and teased the eye with quicksilver speed.
Heart thudding, she looked past the stunning beauty that threatened to hold her spellbound and found Vaughn’s mind. He was cardinal bright but hot and golden, wild and passionate. A fragile-seeming gold thread linked her to him, but she knew it to be unbreakable. When she looked further, she saw that he was linked to a central mind by another thread, but that thread was different from the bond that tied the two of them together.
Her Psy mind was at home here. It somehow understood that the other bond could be broken. That it wasn’t, was its strength. More minds linked out from the core. Not many, but enough to sustain her without draining anyone. Morethan enough. These minds sparked with so much energy, it was as if each was more than it seemed. Tears falling inside her most secret heart, she searched for the source of those brilliant, beautiful sparks that she, a child raised in the dark, had never imagined might exist.