Too dangerous, Vasic thought, too unpredictable. Now, he saw where Aden was going. "The Forgotten are having the same problems," he guessed. "How did you get Santos to trust you?"

"I think it was a combination of necessity and the fact he's seen the work we're doing to protect the Es." Aden pushed a hand through his hair. "Whether they can adapt our training protocols for their own abilities is an open question, but it's a starting point. And they may develop techniques we can use in turn."

It also gave the squad another ally in the world, the reason why Aden had made time in his brutal schedule for this meeting. "Do you need a teleport?"

Aden shook his head. "I'll walk."

Rabbit stared mournfully after the other Arrow before dropping his new stick at Vasic's feet. Picking it up, he threw it far enough that Rabbit had to race, but the dog caught it, came back with his tail wagging. They played a little more before Rabbit abandoned the game in favor of jumping in the snow again.

"Aden believes our relationship gives hope to other Arrows," he told Ivy. "If he's right, and Aden is always right about the squad, it'll mean the others may be inquisitive about us."

Ivy halted on the edge of the frozen expanse of the Reservoir as Rabbit explored the roots of a nearby tree. "I don't mind-family members are often nosy." Her smile in her eyes, she searched his face. "Does it bother you? I know how private you are."

He put his arm around her, buried his hand in the warm silk of her hair. "I would bleed for the squad, lay down my life . . . but now he asks me to share the one thing that is mine."

"You'll do it though, won't you?"

"Yes." Because he understood what it was to be in the gray, in the nothingness. "You're my hope, Ivy, my beacon home on the darkest night."

"Vasic." Eyes shining wet, she cradled his face in her gloved hands, her kiss heartbreakingly tender.

Vasic didn't know if he'd ever become used to the way Ivy touched him-as if he wasn't stained with blood, as if he had the right to her affection, her care. But one thing he did know was that he didn't want to be out here any longer. He wanted to be alone with her, to strip himself to the skin and press himself to the giving softness of her.

Grueling as the past week had been, they'd found the energy to make love in stolen moments between outbreaks. His favorite part was Ivy's laugh when they got something wrong, like when they'd clumsily b.u.mped noses yesterday afternoon in the heat of pa.s.sion. According to her, they were on training wheels.

He'd never had so much fun making mistakes.

"I read a manual when I couldn't sleep last night," she whispered now, not startled by the sudden 'port back to the apartment. "Are you too tired to let me experiment on you?"

"I told you not to read any manuals yet," he chastised, but didn't stop her when she pushed off his jacket and tugged up his T-shirt. Peeling it off to drop it to the floor as Rabbit gave a long-suffering huff and wandered out to the living area, he stood in place and let her explore.

It was deeply pleasurable torture.

"You are so beautiful." Rubbing her cheek against his pectorals, she leaned back to run both hands down his chest, a sigh leaving her lungs. "I could do this for hours." A glance up through her lashes. "Women called you a *hunk' in the comments to the Signal article."

Vasic might not have had much experience in certain areas of life, but instinct whispered this was treacherous ground. "You don't like the description?"

"I don't like other women salivating over you." A light scratch over his nipples.

Sensation arced through his nerve endings.

"You like that," she murmured and did it again.

Hauling her to him, he kissed her until she was liquid in his arms. "I don't care what any other woman thinks of me." The only time he even noticed another woman was when she was near Ivy-and that was in the context of evaluating a threat. "Call me beautiful again." No one else ever had, ever looked at him the way Ivy did. And she saw inside him, his empath, so if she said he was beautiful, he might even believe it a little.

"My beautiful man." She shaped his torso, kissed the dip of his collarbone, drew in a breath that made her moan. "You smell so good."

Nuzzling at her, he pushed off her coat, but when he went to unb.u.t.ton the thick orange cardigan she wore underneath, she gripped his wrists. "No."

Once he might have halted, uncertain. Now he could gauge her desire in the kick of the pulse at her throat, the flush of her skin. "Why?"

"Because you take over." A scowl. "And I let you because when you touch me, my bones melt and my blood turns to honey."

She may as well have stroked him all over. "I like melting your bones." Breaking her hold without hurting her, he backed her to the nearest wall. "I read about a position I want to try."

Eyebrows drawing together, she glared at him. "Vasic-"

He kissed her complaint into his mouth, her lips lush and sensual, her taste distinctly tart today. Vasic might not care about food, but he could explore the flavors of Ivy forever. "Undo the b.u.t.tons," he said against her lips, stroking one hand down to lie over her b.u.t.tocks, the other braced palm-down beside her head.

Chest rising and falling in a shallow rhythm, she lifted her hands between them. "Next time," she muttered, even as she slipped b.u.t.ton after b.u.t.ton free, "I'm ambushing you while you're asleep and tying you up."

Vasic felt the languorous, s.e.xual part of his nature smile, stretch lazily. "I'll buy you the rope." He kissed and nipped at her throat. "Are you wet for me, Ivy? My p.e.n.i.s is so hard it feels like a rod of iron."

Groaning, she finished unb.u.t.toning the cardigan and shrugged it to the floor. "A gag," she gasped. "I need to gag you, too."

You're welcome to. He shaped his hand over the fragile lace of her camisole, bracketing her breast between thumb and forefinger. She wore a bra under the camisole, but it was of lace, too, and he could almost imagine he saw the dusky pink of her nipples beneath the rich white. Now, undo your jeans so I can tease you with my fingers.

Shivering at the telepathic order, she rose up on tiptoe and bit down on his lower lip. He took the sensual punishment with a smile. It wasn't a smile as other people might think of it, his lips barely altering shape, but Ivy knew, her eyes glowing from within as she flicked open the b.u.t.ton of her jeans.

"Shall I take off my camisole?" She whispered the question against his ear, soft, hot breath and erotic temptation. "I want to feel your mouth on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, want you to suck hard and leave a mark." Her own mouth grazing his jaw. "And your hands." A throaty moan. "You have such big, strong hands, the way you rub around my-"

He growled at her, the sound coming from deep within his chest.

Laughing in the intimate s.p.a.ce between them, she rose up against him, kissed him in sweet little sips, her hands on either side of his face. Every muscle in his body tense, Vasic surrendered to the kiss, to the possession that may as well have been steel chains around his body. When her lips moved down his neck, he shuddered . . . and realized they were about one and a half seconds from being swallowed up by a raging sandstorm.

Chapter 55.

"STAY RIGHT HERE," Ivy said after he 'ported them back to the bedroom. "Don't move a muscle." A kiss pressed to his sternum.

When she ducked out from under his arm, he didn't go after her into the bathroom. Instead, he used the minutes it took for the water to fill the tub to regain a measure of control. And lost it all the instant Ivy returned to her earlier position trapped between his body and the wall.

"Maybe," she said, lavishing kisses on his chest, "we could have a large water tank next to our home."

Our home.

Vasic had never had a real home, and now he was going to have one with his empath. "I'll build it myself," he said through the flood of happiness in his blood.

Licking at him then blowing on the wet, Ivy leaned back against the wall. "Why didn't Tks in the past use the same trick?"

"Probably," he said, as she unzipped her jeans, "because they didn't have the mental training to direct their abilities so specifically." His words came out harsh, his breath ragged. "The damage caused was often significant."

"I guess Silence did have some good points." Toeing off her shoes, she began to wriggle out of the jeans.

He should've pushed back, given her more room, but he liked the fact that she kept rubbing up against him in the confined s.p.a.ce. Jeans off, she nudged them aside and tugged off her socks to rise to her full height clad only in lace.

"Now this." He touched the strap of the camisole.

Slipping it off over her head, Ivy drew her hair away from her face.

He pressed one hand against her abdomen before she could make any other move. "Let me look."

Hands flat against the wall and b.r.e.a.s.t.s feeling swollen and taut in the confines of her bra, Ivy gave Vasic what he wanted. Molten silver, his eyes lingered on her lips, her throat, the tight points of her nipples . . . lower. Biting back a moan, Ivy watched him raise the hand he'd placed on her abdomen, tuck a finger under the strap and stroke downward.

"Vasic."

"Hmm?" Kissing her as he repeated the maddening caress, he pulled a bra strap off her shoulder. Another ravenous kiss before he turned his attention to her breast, reaching to tug the cup farther down so her nipple was exposed. Then, before she could ready herself for it, he lowered his head and closed his mouth over the sensitized tip, licking and sucking at her as if she was a decadent treat.

Fingers locked in his hair, Ivy could feel her body undulating in naked pleasure, the wall at her back, and the hard muscle of him in front of her. Unable to control the movements, she gave in, her panties so damp with her arousal that when he raised his head from her breast, his nostrils flaring, she knew he'd caught the musk of her scent. The silver of his eyes shifted to pure black. No whites. No irises. Just a wild, endless night that told Ivy her Arrow's hunger echoed her own.

Steam curled into the air behind him, coming from the bathroom, but it was the steam they'd generated between them that scalded. Acting on instinct and need, she slowly pulled down the other strap of her bra, baring the begging pout of her nipple. "Please."

Hitching her up onto his waist with muscled ease, her legs wrapped around him, he used one hand to further plump up her breast. Then he gave her what she wanted and took what he needed, his pleasure in her intoxicating. Rubbing the juncture between her thighs against his abdomen, she tried to get lower, craving the friction of his arousal, but the position made that impossible.

Then Vasic took her hand from his shoulder, situated it so her fingertips were just under the elasticated waistband of her panties. "Touch," he murmured, eyelids lowering as he looked down. "I want to watch."

Lungs working overtime and skin shimmering with perspiration, she inserted her hand between them, the hard ridges of his abdomen separated from her skin only by a fine layer of lace. Not sure quite what to do, she tentatively stroked, shivered.

"It feels good," she whispered, having the courage to do this only because it was Vasic. Her Arrow. Her lover. "But I like your touch better."

His breathing had lost its rhythm, his voice gravel when he said, "I like watching you. Do it for me, Ivy."

All at once, her body was tighter, wetter, more wound up, each caress creating a heady rain of sensation. Moaning, she closed her eyes . . . and Vasic pressed up tight against her, trapping her hand as he kissed her with such unleashed pa.s.sion that all she could do was take it. The wall vanished from behind her, but it was back before she could lose her balance, the bedroom a misty landscape painted in steam.

His hand around her throat in a gentle, protective hold that made the nerve endings in her skin ignite, Vasic kissed her into an oblivion of pleasure. Ivy rubbed and arched against him, her nipples deliciously abraded by the muscled silk of his chest. A groan came from deep in him. The vibration traveled through her near-painfully aroused nipples to the engorged folds between her thighs.

"I want you," she got out between kisses, and it was half entreaty, half demand. "Inside me, Vasic."

Shifting back without warning, he allowed her to remove her hand from her panties before dropping her to her feet, his hands on her waist keeping her upright when her knees threatened to crumple. Startled because she'd a.s.sumed he wanted to enter her in their previous position, she gasped when he flipped her around so she faced the wall.

"Brace your hands against it." The words were so rough, she wasn't surprised when the wall disappeared a second later, the desert in front of her. The wall was back in a single heartbeat. He was getting faster at the switching, she realized before all thought was lost as Vasic pulled down her panties.

Leaving them tangled around her thighs, he squeezed one cheek with a blatantly possessive touch, then dipped his hand between her legs. "You're liquid." Crushed rocks and s.e.xual heat, that was his voice.

Ivy's answer required no thought. "Because it's you."

Movement behind her, the back of his hand brushing her b.u.t.tocks. The sound of a zipper. Fabric being pushed down. And then he was gripping her hips to tilt her farther forward as he pushed into her with relentless focus. Making incoherent sounds of need, she was hardly aware of the world altering between sand and the wall and back over and over. Every cell in her body was focused on Vasic, on feeling the thick intrusion of him stretching her flesh.

This position permitted nothing else.

He slammed home to her body's convulsive rippling, stroked out, thrust in. Again and again and again. It was harder and faster than he'd ever before ridden her, his fingers bruising in their grip. When he rasped out her name, she knew it came from between gritted teeth.

"Yes," she said, afraid he was going to stop, to slow down. "Yes, yes, yes, yes-" Her words ended in a hoa.r.s.e scream as he increased the speed of his possession, his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es slapping against her with every thrust.

It made her mindless, her fingernails trying to dig into the wall. The o.r.g.a.s.m caught her unaware, demolishing her into a million shards of unbridled ecstasy. But it didn't hurt, felt wonderful, because Vasic never let her go, even when his own o.r.g.a.s.m turned his body to living stone, his seed pulsing wet inside her, the intimacy absolute.

a a a THEY came to lying on the floor, Ivy on top of Vasic. Her panties were tangled around one of her ankles, her bra twisted. Vasic wasn't in much better shape. Running her foot over his leg, she found her way blocked by jeans he'd never actually fully taken off. She glanced down, laughed a silly, delirious laugh. "You're still wearing your boots."

Chest heaving as if he'd just run a long-distance race, he didn't answer except to stroke his hand down to splay over her b.u.t.tocks. Feeling lethargic and pleasured and adored, she looked up at his face to see his lashes shading his cheeks, his gauntleted arm above his head.

She flicked out her tongue over the flat disk of his nipple, licked up the salt and s.e.x of him. When she bit at his pectoral muscle a little, he squeezed her where he held her but didn't otherwise protest. Finding a new vein of energy on the realization she finally had him at her mercy, Ivy managed to kick off her panties and unhook her bra.

Then, rubbing her naked body over his, she began to kiss her way down his chest. Only when she reached the bottom of his ridged abdomen did he react-to twine his fingers in her hair. She hesitated, glanced up. His eyes remained closed, the tension in him a quiet hum, nothing urgent.

Returning to her pleasurable task, she licked along his hip bone, pushing up on her forearms to admire the V shape created low on his body by some very nice muscles. She didn't know what they were called, but she'd already decided it was one of her favorite parts of his body.

To be fair, she licked the other side, too.

His hand tugged at her hair in reaction. The tug came again when she curled her fingers around his p.e.n.i.s, which was already semihard again. Fascinated by the differences in their bodies, in the way he responded to her touch, she rested her cheek against the hair-roughened skin of his thigh and stroked him, testing to see what he liked, what made his breathing alter, his hand flex in her hair.

And found her own legs getting restless, the place between her thighs slick with renewed wetness. When he hauled her up and flipped their positions, she didn't argue. Taking a second to get rid of his boots and remaining clothing, he sank into her pleasure-swollen flesh, his forearms braced on either side of her head and her arms around his neck.

They kissed; said soft, intimate words; rocked together. The o.r.g.a.s.m was quieter but the intimacy no less potent. Mine, she said, mind to mind. You are mine. Every breath, every scar, every perfection, every flaw, every light, every darkness. It's part of you, and it's mine.

Vasic shuddered and collapsed onto her. The man I was, the man I am, the man I will be, the man I want to be, they all belong to you. Always.

Despite the visceral power of their vow, Vasic's mind remained separate from hers on the psychic plane. Ivy's chest ached, but it wasn't from hurt. She knew what he was doing, her Arrow. He tried so hard, but he couldn't stop protecting her . . . especially against the consequences of his possible death.

No, she said silently, no. But it was getting harder and harder to forget the lethal countdown to a highly risky surgery. Then, in a vicious reminder, Vasic's gauntlet malfunctioned again a half hour later. A cool blue laser shot out, scored the same wall Vasic had repaired after the attack by Ming's men.

The feedback from the laser caused a minor overload, but he was worried only about her, wanted her away from him. "The weapons capability might spontaneously reinitialize again. I could hurt you."

Ivy wasn't about to budge. Swallowing her tears, she sat him down on the bed and, using the advanced first aid kit Aden had quietly dropped off three days ago, took care of the burns on his arm and rib cage. "Mine," she whispered again, pressing her lips to the thin-skin bandage that protected the healing skin.

His hand stroked through her hair. "Ivy."

Refusing to look up, her hold on her emotions fragile, she said, "It's time we hunted down Samuel Rain."

a a a VASIC took her to Haven, but the engineer refused to see them. According to Clara, he'd been shut up inside his room for days. "He accepts food through the slot he sawed into the bottom of his door"-the manager pointed out the mangled hole-"but will reply to no one."

Wanting to scream, Ivy disobeyed Clara's orders and banged on the door. "Samuel!" she yelled, slamming her fists against the barrier. "Open this right now! Samuel!"

"Stop, Ivy." Vasic enclosed her in his embrace.

Angry and infuriated, she kicked at the door, her words directed at Samuel Rain. "I will make your life unbearable if-" She couldn't complete the threat, couldn't acknowledge the fear. Trembling, she held on to Vasic's strength, unable to imagine a world where he didn't exist.

A kiss to her temple. "Shh." His heart pumped steady and powerful in his chest; the idea it might stop was one her brain just couldn't process.

After leaving Haven, they went to see the surgeon-who told them that the chance of Vasic surviving the surgery was eight to ten percent.

"One in ten," Ivy said afterward. "It's not so bad if we put it like that. One in ten." She repeated that over and over to herself, cupping the meager shield it provided around the flickering candle of hope in her heart. Never would she let that candle go out. Never.