What right do you have to call me anything? You, with your prejudice and your self-pity.
It made him want to bare his teeth, but not in anger at her - he'd been acting like an ass and she'd called him on it. But there was one thing he couldn't understand - the way she wouldn't go to her son. He'd offered to take her again this afternoon. She'd refused.
Yet even that disquieting fact wasn't enough to temper his hunger where she was concerned. Lucas was right - he was snarling at her because he wanted her as he'd never before wanted a woman. His leopard was constantly fighting him for control, trying to overrule his humanity. It was strong. Getting stronger. So strong that Dorian had begun to wonder if a latent could go rogue in the true sense of the word, losing his humanity and surrendering completely to the savagery of the cat... becoming a leopard on two legs, a man who cared nothing for a woman's fragility, only for her submission.
Her eyes opened.
Locked with his.
"Why are you watching me?" Her eyes, he saw, were not blue, not truly. They were a vivid pale gray with blue shards coming in from the outer ring to hit the pure black of her pupils. Strange eyes. Wolf eyes.
"My leopard is fascinated by you." By her sensuous, flawless skin, her wild hair, her damn curves. He leaned in and blew a gentle breath that made a rebel tendril dance. "I dreamed of running my tongue across your skin." He spoke to release some of the tension, to leash the beast before it broke its bonds. "Of exploring you in long, slow licks."
She didn't break the deeply intimate visual connection. "You're crossing lines again."
Hell, yeah. It was either that or go insane. "And your heartbeat just got erratic." The cat smiled, pleased. Ashaya Aleine wasn't as immune to him as she liked to pretend. "What would happen if I tasted you? If I took a bite out of you?"
Another spike in her heartbeat, music to the leopard's ears. But when she spoke, it was to say, "Nothing."
He gave her a sleepy-eyed look that he knew screamed challenge. "Then come here."
"You're disturbing me."
"Good." He smiled, playful and wicked, realizing he had the advantage - Ms. Aleine wasn't used to playing with cats. "I don't like being ignored."
"Get used to it," she said, surprising him, delighting him. "I'm working."
"Oh?" He was genuinely interested. "I though M-Psy saw inside the body and diagnosed illnesses." His family had consulted several when his inability to shift had become apparent. All had been brilliant, but not one had understood what it meant to a changeling to be denied half of who he was.
Ashaya's gaze skimmed down his body. "Isn't that an uncomfortable position?"
He'd listened to her body, knew she was aware of him on a level she'd never admit. It soothed the cat, even as it ratcheted up his need. "I'm fine, sugar," he said, fighting the urge to sink his teeth into the delicate curve of her neck. He tended to like his sex slow and intense, but right now, with this woman, his body wanted hard, furious, a little rough. Reining in the leopard's territorial instincts made sweat bead along his spine. "M-Psy?"
She became very still, as if she'd sensed his tenuous control. But she didn't retreat. If she had...
"Like all Psy designations," she said, "medical, or M, is an umbrella term that covers a wide range of specializations. It includes those unusual few who can actually heal - "
"Anything?" He'd never heard of a Psy with that power.
She shook her head. "No, their scope is limited. Some can reset bones, while others can seal wounds - the types of things that might be needed in the field. The healing abilities apparently appeared in children born during the Territorial Wars, though there's no proof of that. As far as I know, no M-Psy can psychically cure diseases or reverse hereditary conditions. May I continue?" A scientist's cool question.
He wanted to bite her. "Go on."
"The scanning you mentioned is the most well-known and prevalent manifestation of the M designation. My ability is a subset of that - I can't see broken bones or diseased organs, but it's because my mind sees too deep."
"How deep?"
"To the DNA level."
His cat's attention was momentarily diverted from the seduction of her skin. "No one can do that. It would make you a walking DNA scanner."
"Yes," she said, not seeming to realize she'd maintained constant eye contact. "Only a very small percentage of the M designation possesses the ability. Even fewer master it to the level where we become more accurate than the machines." Her eyes traced his lips and his entire body grew taut with the caress - she might not call it that, but that's what it was. She was stroking him. Purring inwardly, he didn't move, didn't break the spell.
"Because of available equipment," she continued, "it's a fairly redundant ability in itself. You have to pair it with study - it was my knack for working with nanotech and implants that made me of interest to the Council. My ability gives me an edge with technology at that level of miniaturization."
He wondered what she'd do if he gave in to temptation and flicked his tongue along her full lower lip. "How does your gift work?" he asked, curling his hand into a tight fist. "You see me and know my genetic blueprint?"
She shook her head. "Not quite. Depending on what I'm searching for, it can take hours, days, weeks, sometimes months, to tease apart the DNA."
"Why tell me all this?" He was a leopard sentinel. Even half-insane with this unwanted craving, his brain cells were working just fine. And he knew there had to be a reason for her unusual openness. "What do you want?"She bit her lower lip.
His blood rushed to his cock. The roaring in his ears was so loud, he almost missed her next words.
"I want your DNA."
Chapter 20
A kiss is a melding of mouths. I've considered every aspect of this form of affection since the last perplexing dream, but I still don't see the point of it.
- From the encrypted personal files of Ashaya Aleine
Surprise hit Dorian hard. "You obviously weren't this blunt with the Council."
"I can play political games if necessary." Cool voice, jittery heartbeat. "It's not who I am."
He believed her. "Are you planning to mutate my DNA?" he teased.
"Obviously not." She straightened out her legs, stretching until her toes touched the clear glass of the French doors.
He looked at her primly cut, unpainted nails and felt another urge to bite. Then she said, "If I planned to get rid of you, I'd do it silently and with such efficiency that everyone would think you'd died a natural death."
If any other woman had made the threat, he'd probably have grinned and said something about never making her mad. But this wasn't any other woman. Ashaya was a scientist who'd spent years in the arms of the Psy Council. She was also the only female to have ever threatened his control. "You could try." It was a soft, lethal threat.
Ashaya hadn't expected that response, though why, she couldn't say. It just seemed wrong on a fundamental level. "Would you kill me?"
"No. There are other ways to break a woman." An answer that told her nothing, but tore a ragged hole in that primitive core Dorian alone seemed to awaken. She staggered under the mental injury, scrambling to regather her defenses.
And in that instant, Amara found her again.
Naughty, naughty, Ashaya. Trying to hide.
Ashaya broke the connection with the frantic speed of experience, knowing she was only patching up the cracks, only delaying the inevitable... but she didn't want to kill her twin. Because no matter what else she'd done, Amara had upheld the bonds of sisterhood - she'd never revealed Ashaya's secrets.
Feeling psychically battered, she raised her head to find Dorian scowling at her. "Your eyes just bled to pure black," he said, looking at her with a quiet intensity that reminded her of the predator he was.
"I didn't expect you to threaten me," she said, but couldn't stifle the urge to ask, "Is Keenan still safe? You haven't had any reports of problems?" She didn't care what it betrayed, she had to know her baby was okay.
"He's fine - I checked. Cell phones are functioning again."
"Thank you." She wanted to beg for more information, but swallowed the need. To know too much would be the same as going to see him - she'd lead Amara right to his door.
Dorian continued to stare at her. "Were you playing with me?"
"What?"
"The crack about the natural death."
She didn't know how to answer him. So she told the truth. "You weren't being serious. Neither was I."
He blew out a breath. "I'm sorry I snarled." When she just stared at him, too surprised to respond, his expression turned into a scowl. "How much DNA do you need?"
She blinked, staring into the extraordinary blue of his eyes. He was so beautiful it seemed impossible that he should exist. "Aren't you curious as to why I want it?"
"To see my abnormal genetic structure."
Her guard immediately went up - he was being far too cooperative. "Yes," she said warily. "I want to see why you are as you are."
"Why not steal my DNA? Easy enough to come by."
"Because," she said, not trusting the strange light in his eyes, "as telepaths don't cross certain ethical boundaries, neither do I. And I just need a minute fraction. Give me a moment."
Making a quick trip to her room, she grabbed the small scientific kit she'd found hidden in a side pocket of her pack - Zie Zen knew her well - and returned to her previous position. "A slide," she explained to the cat who'd waited suspiciously patiently for her. "It's the only one in the kit, so I'll have to get it right first time. A drop of blood would probably work best - white blood cells 'show' better to my mental eye."