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  She was panting his name and on the verge of an orgasm when he stopped. He crawled over her. Her scent marked him. He pressed her thighs wide and fitted the head of his cock to her opening. She bit her lip at the burn as he thrust forward, burying his considerable length in her pussy. His thick possession was a pleasurable burn as he stretched her to accommodate his size. He was shaking and growling as though he was fighting with himself. His skin glowed with his untapped energy.

  Keva opened her legs wider, trying to give him what he needed. “It’s okay, Sebastian,” she whispered. “Let go. I can take it.”

  “Can you?” Starting at her hips, he ran his hands up her body. He locked his fingers with hers and pulled them over her head. His eyes when they met hers were lustrous. He thrust, changed his angle, and thrust again. She cried out. He’d found her G-spot. He gave her a superior grin and began fucking her hard, hitting the same spot every time. She wrapped her legs around his and tilted her hips up for him.

  What she’d estimated would take five minutes had already surpassed that. She couldn’t hold on for long though. It had been over two years since she’d been with a man and this was the best sex she’d ever had. Her pussy milked his cock as her orgasm rushed over her like a wave. She screamed his name, her shock at how easily he’d made her come clear in her voice. He stopped moving, allowing her pussy to ripple around him.

  “Bastian,” he said.

  “What?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Call me Bastian. The next time you come on my cock, I want you to call me Bastian.”

  Before she could reply, he was pulling out. Keva wet her lips. “Are we…are we done?” She felt languid from her orgasm, but she didn’t think she’d helped him. He was blue, and she hadn’t felt any of his abilities enter her.

  “We’re just getting started.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Sit in my lap.”

  She did. When she looked up she realized that she could see them in the mirror on the bureau. She began shaking her head. “No.” She didn’t want to watch him fuck her. Forgetting tonight would be difficult enough. She didn’t need visuals.

  He gripped her hips and hauled her back when she would have walked off. “Keva, it’s too late to be squeamish and too early for denial.” He pulled her down onto his lap, his thick erection fitting between the cheeks of her ass.

  She closed her eyes, refusing to watch. That didn’t deter him in the least. His large palms started at her knees and worked their way up the insides of her thighs. He avoided her pussy and moved up her sides. His hands were so large that they practically spanned her waist. She bit her lip as he skirted her breasts. Instead, he wrapped her in an embrace, his arms beneath hers, his hands cupping her shoulders.

  His hot mouth opened over a sensitive spot on her neck. Keva moaned and rolled her head to the side to give him better access. He nibbled and sucked as she panted. She pressed back against his arousal. His hands moved back down her sweat-sheened skin to grip her hips. He lifted her. Her legs were on either side of his so he had only to spread his thighs to open her to his entry.

  She was wet from her earlier orgasm, but it still took a series of thrusts for him to take her. “Mine,” he growled as he filled her to the hilt. He thrust up, one long, slow glorious slide in and out. “So beautiful,” he murmured. He taunted her nipples with his palms, keeping them out of reach for a full caress but close enough to abrade the tips. It was driving her crazy. Her eyes snapped open and her gaze was snared by his in the mirror. His irises were pure platinum. He pumped up into her again and she moaned. He grinned at her. “Look at you, so full of my cock.” The contrast of their skin tones was beautiful. Her caramel body was draped over his paler one like the sweet topping on a sundae. Slowly, she allowed her eyes to drop to where they were joined. It was brutal in its intensity. He kept her legs spread wide so that her vision was unimpeded. Her pussy was stretched tight by a virtual stranger’s thick cock. Heavily veined and an angry red, it amazed her that she could take it all. It was an erotic sight and rather than frightening her, it turned her on even more. Her hips moved with him. She couldn’t stop herself. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “Fuck me.”

  His hands dropped to her waist as they strained together. Her breasts bounced until she cupped them herself, pinching her nipples. The pleasure bordered on pain as he angled her so that he was once again fucking her G-spot. She felt like an animal in heat, a prisoner to this man’s cock. Her head fell forward as she gave herself over to the passion.

  “Keva.” The bed squeaked in protest as he picked up the speed. There was a difference. She could feel his power begin to tap at her mental psyche. It was uncomfortable for her to let him in while they were already so connected. The intimacy of it was more personal than the usual Channel connection and more intimate than the actual act of mating.

  His power rolled over her in a rush, like an electric high. She trembled in his embrace. Sebastian chose that moment to strum her clit. “Come for me,” he demanded. She did, screaming his name. His arms crushed her and she felt his sperm hitting her womb, each splash intensifying the strength of her orgasm. Simultaneously, psychic energy flooded her with the force of a hurricane gale. It built and built into a crescendo and ended just when she thought her mind could take no more.

  When it was over, she lay limp in his embrace, too exhausted from the sex and the connection. “Did it work?”

  “See for yourself.”

  She looked in the mirror. His eyes were back to normal, and he wasn’t glowing. However, her eyes were silver. She blinked, expecting the color to dissipate. It didn’t. “What the hell?” She got off him and crossed to the bureau. “How long will this last?”

  “I don’t know.” He came to stand behind her. “I’ve never done this before.”

  “Then how did you know it would work?”

  He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I just did.” He ran his hands through his long hair. “Thank you. What you did…it was an incredible sacrifice.”

  What she did… She trembled. She’d let him fuck her. And it was the best sex she’d ever had. How sad was that? The consequences of her actions tonight…She wouldn’t think of it. There would be opportunity enough for worry later. “You’re welcome,” she said softly. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she cleared her throat. “Um, I had an injection to prevent pregnancy a few years ago.”

  He smiled. “I know. I also know we’re both disease-free.”

  Wet from herself and him, she needed to clean up. She could feel his come running down the inside of her thigh. “Um, where’s your shower?” He nodded his head toward a door. She scooped up her clothes and made a beeline for the bathroom. She made the water as hot as she could stand it. Shock was setting in. She’d fucked a stranger. She’d saved him but this definitely crossed the line of what she expected to do for her job. And she would never do it again. Which meant she needed to find out what Sebastian’s ability was and get him to start using it so that the regular methods would work for him.

  She scrubbed herself, leaning back from the spray so as to keep her hair dry. The lips of her pussy were tender and bruised. He’d been so large. God, how was she ever going to forget this? Especially since he’d made her see how great they looked together. How was she to forget the sight of him surging up into her body? His bronze skin against her caramel tone was sexy and beautiful.

  Dressed once more, Keva screwed up her courage and reentered the bedroom. Sebastian had put on a black T-shirt and jeans. He’d pulled his hair back into a ponytail. He was sitting on the bed. The still rumpled bed. He stood when he noticed her. “Um, I talked to Ken and Mike. They want to thank you, too.”

  “You can thank me by coming back to IOP with me.”

  “Why?”

  “So that we can test you and find out your talent. This will happen again if you don’t get a handle on it.”

  “No.”

  “No? Sebastian, what will you do if this happens again?” At his silent perusal, she crossed her
arms over her chest. “No. This was an emergency. It will not happen again.”

  “I don’t think either of us will have a choice in the matter.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He crossed to the corner and picked up a violin. She hadn’t noticed it there before, but she’d been too distracted by Sebastian to notice much of anything else in the room. “I got this when I turned fourteen.” He ran the bow across the strings and she winced. Obviously, he needed more practice. “I can’t play,” he said in the understatement of the year, “but when my powers are at their height, I’ve been told that I’m a virtuoso. When I was sixteen I was fed up with my abilities interfering with my life, so I chucked this. Two weeks later, I woke up with it beside my bed.”

  She frowned, not getting his meaning. “And this relates to this situation…how?”

  “Keva, when I want you, I’ll come for you and nothing you or I do will stop it from happening.”

  * * *

  Keva bit into the peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich Mike and Ken had provided her with as dinner. They hadn’t thought to bring anything other than the most basic food supplies. Having already eaten, they were playing video games. Though the door to the kitchen was closed, she could hear them trash talking one another. Sebastian sat across the table from her. She was pissed at him. How could he have let his situation become so dire? She’d learned that he’d abandoned using his psychic powers after his parents had disowned him. It was a stupid thing to have done since he was a level A and definitely on the high end. And now he’d dragged her into this mess. Her appetite fled despite the fact that she hadn’t eaten anything but a fruit salad at lunch. That meal had long since burned off.

  On top of that, her connection with Sebastian was unlike any she’d experienced prior to this. Her eyes were still silver. She kept getting vibes off objects that she touched. Mike and Ken’s emotions were bombarding her. She could feel that they were happy that their friend was safe but they were concerned about the cost to her. As soon as the effects of the connection wore off, she was going home.

  Sebastian ate his sandwich in silence. When he finished, he said, “You can stay the night if you want.”

  Keva wasn’t sure what to make of him. He was quiet and almost shy. He was certainly not the same man who’d made her watch as he skewered her on his dick less than an hour ago. A pained expression crossed his face and she realized he could read probably her thoughts or emotions.

  “Both,” he murmured, responding to her unspoken question. “When I was younger, it was just mood. I thought it was something everyone could do. I can block it when I’m not overwhelmed. I have been blocking it. But I can’t do that with you right now. It’s like we’re…” He paused to clear his throat. “It’s like we’re one person.”

  She felt her cheeks grow hot and hoped that the blush wasn’t noticeable. She had to stop thinking about sex. “I’m not getting anything off you.”

  “I keep a tight rein on my thoughts and emotions.”

  He was repressed. She believed it was a direct result of having such narrow-minded parents. Keva would like a few minutes alone with those monsters. She’d have a few choice words for them. How could they disown their own child? He couldn’t help that he was psychic.

  Sebastian picked up his glass of milk and drained it. She watched the muscles work in the strong column of his throat. She wondered how a guy who was so handsome could be so reserved. “What do you do for a living?”

  “Currently, I’m a Web-site designer.”

  “Do you own your own company?”

  He nodded. “In a way. I’m freelance.”

  “And that works well for you? You earn enough money?”

  He gave her a sardonic smile. “What is it you want to know, Keva? What are you getting at?”

  “Your friends said that women are always throwing themselves at you.”

  He cast a glance at the door. “Yeah. So?”

  “Do you have someone special in your life?”

  “You want to know if I’m a cheater?” He laughed, and it sent a shiver down her spine. It was a husky, sensual sound. She’d never known a man with such a sexy laugh. “Do you really think any woman would want to be with me on a permanent basis? Shit, I scare the hell out of myself sometimes.”

  She looked him over and thought it very likely that a woman would stand by his side despite everything. “You don’t have to live this way, afraid of yourself and what you might do. You can come in. We’ll test you. Give you access to psychics with the same abilities and teach you to handle your powers responsibly.”

  He arched one thick black brow. “Do you get commission for rounding up the freaks?”

  “You know that’s not true. You know I don’t think of you that way.”

  He looked down at his hands. “I know that. You’re a good person, Keva. Too good for the way I’ve treated you tonight.” He cleared his throat. His eyes were full of meaning as they met hers. “I’m sorry I was so rough with you.”

  She shook her head. She didn’t want to think about that or talk about it. “You didn’t hurt me,” she said briskly. She nibbled her bottom lip. “I’m just glad that you’re okay. That it wasn’t for nothing.”

  He inhaled. “Listen, I would appreciate it if in your report you didn’t reveal my identity.”

  She frowned. “Why?”

  “You trust IOP, but I don’t. I’ve been there and they didn’t help me. I got really bad vibes about the place. I’d prefer to stay off their radar.”

  She thought his paranoia was unwarranted but understood the reaction. It couldn’t be easy to trust when he was so often persecuted. “I’ll enter ‘not provided’ in the name section.” She would have to alter the report at any rate. If she was truthful about the method of therapy she provided to Sebastian, she’d be fired.

  “Thank you. Your eyes are brown again.”

  “Then I guess I should be going.”

  “It’s late. You’re welcome to stay.”

  “I’d rather sleep in my own bed.”

  “I wouldn’t…expect anything further of you.”

  She stood. It was best not to go there. “I’ve got business cards in the car. If you need me, you can call me directly. Please call me before it gets to this level again.”

  “Would I need to come to IOP?”

  “Um, yes. We come out in emergencies, but it’s not advised.”

  He shook his head. “No, Keva.”

  She sighed. “Sebastian, I want what’s best for you. I don’t understand the full extent of your abilities. Are you aware that you asked to be called Bastian? It’s as though you’ve got a second personality.”

  He lowered his lashes. “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s not a second personality. I’m sure as fuck not possessed.” His jaw clenched. “After what you’ve done for me, I feel I owe you an explanation. When I lose control, the worst of me comes to the fore. I become an arrogant, insensitive bastard. I’m aware of what’s going on, but I can’t control it.”

  “I wouldn’t say the worst. After all, Bastian’s a virtuoso at the violin. Who knows what other talents you may have?”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” he muttered.

  Chapter Three

  Keva keyed in her notes, frustrated that she’d been having difficulty concentrating the entire day. She kept making mistakes and having to correct them. Her day had started out with Dr. Garcia grilling her about the emergency call two months ago. She’d been so surprised that she was sure she’d gotten some of the details wrong. She could barely recall what she’d put in that report. And today had been a busy one. She hadn’t had time to review it so that she could check. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she’d thought the doctor seemed suspicious.

  Amy made her gum pop. She blew a bubble and then sucked it back in her mouth. “I’m bored,” she said. “The only appointment I’ve had today was with a faker. A damned illusionist. I’ll admit he was good, but whoever scheduled him is in a hell
of a lot of trouble.”

  Dean laughed. “Sounds more fascinating than my day. I’ve had nothing but lowly C levels. It’s a wonder they needed my services.”

  Keva tuned him out. Dean could be a bit of a snob about his time. Everyone knew it stemmed from jealously. Even the lowest-level psychic still had a talent that Dean longed to have. She closed out her notes on her last client and then delved into the archives to find the information she’d entered about Sebastian. She found the file but found that it was flagged for review. Not only could she not alter any inconsistent details, she could not open it without a password. “Damn,” she muttered.

  Finished for the day, she shut down her computer. “See you guys Monday,” she said. Though they each had apartments on the upper level of the IOP facility, Dean and Amy tended to spend their weekends with family or partying in Vegas. Keva had no family in the area and her fascination with Vegas had waned after three years. When she’d moved to Nevada at twenty-three, she’d enjoyed going to clubs and seeing the shows. She still attended the occasional concert but for the most part, she was over it.

  She rode the elevator up to the private floors. The car stopped and Dr. Larsen got on. He smiled at her. “Hey, Keva. Haven’t seen you today.”

  “Yeah. I’ve been as busy as a bee.” She studied him. He was one of her favorite doctors here. He treated the talent with respect and not like a research subject unlike some of her coworkers. “Dr. Larsen, I had a file flagged. Do you know why?”

  He seemed to ponder it. “There are several possibilities. If the information is vague, it can be flagged. Unusual circumstances will get you a flag. Lack of a name is a big red flag. The higher-ups always want to know who we’re helping. Oh, and if they suspect misinformation.”

  Keva felt her heart sink. The situation with Sebastian would have raised flags on each of those points. If she’d known, she would have been more careful with her report, perhaps made up a name.