Ecstasy Untamed (Feral Warriors #6)(58)

Faith glanced up at Hawke as he stepped back to join her. "What's the usual way?"

Hawke lifted an eyebrow, his eyes beginning to gleam. "Sex."

Her eyes narrowed. "No, it's not."

"It is. It's during the moment of sexual release that the mind and body are the most open. With the mind opened, the body is able to expel simple magic. Most Therians know that."

"I was a little young when I was last around Therians."

"I'm not risking a woman with Grizz," Lyon said. "He's too violent."

Without warning, the huge shifter reached between his legs, grabbed his long, flaccid member, and began pumping himself.

Faith gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as her gaze slammed into Kara's. As one, they burst into shocked laughter. And just as quickly turned back to the prison. There was something incredibly . . . intriguing . . . about watching a man like that get himself off. Grizz clearly wanted to be rid of that magic. Immediately.

"I'll ask Ariana to send one of her maidens for Lynks." Kougar's calm tone made it sound as if this kind of thing happened all the time at Feral House. "It's unlikely he'll be able to hurt her even if he tries."

"I would never demand a woman - " Lyon began, but Kougar cut him off.

"The legends are true, Roar. Many Ilinas are highly sexual creatures who crave sex with corporeal males. Not all, of course. Ariana will send one who is."

Moments later, a woman appeared out of thin air, a petite dark-haired beauty in a diaphanous long green gown, her loose hair falling nearly to her waist.

"How . . . ?" Faith began.

"Kougar can communicate with Ariana over any distance," Hawke said. "It comes in handy."

"Phylicia." Kougar nodded.

The woman smiled, a seductive look on her face as her gaze tripped from male to male with eager excitement, landing on Fox. "This one? He's beautiful."

"No." Lyon motioned toward the prisons, toward Lynks, but Phylicia caught sight of Grizz, who was still pumping himself, and stuck fast.

"Warrior," she purred. Suddenly, she was no longer standing outside the cages. She was in with Grizz, pulling up her gown.

"He isn't the one, Phylicia," Kougar said evenly.

"Oh, I think he is. The perfect one." A second later, her legs were wrapped around Grizz's waist, her back against the stone wall as he thrust inside her.

As one, Faith and Kara whirled away, covering their faces.

"I'll never get used to this," Kara muttered, stepping beside her.

Faith's body was growing hotter with each slap of flesh against flesh, with each moan of pleasure. In her mind, it wasn't Grizz and the Ilina but Hawke. And her. And she wanted that, wanted him, with every tight breath she drew into her lungs.

"He's dangerous, Phylicia," Kougar said behind them. "Be aware."

"He's . . . magnificent," she replied.

Faith glanced over her shoulder, peeking at Hawke, wondering if he was as aroused . . . Her breath caught as their gazes collided, his scorching hot. He hadn't been looking at the rutting couple. He'd been watching her. In his eyes, she saw the promise of pleasure every bit as intense as that they were witnessing. And soon.

Phylicia screamed her release. Grizz roared with his own. A moment later, Phylicia stood once more outside the cage, her gown falling around her calves, her face flushed and damp, her smile radiant.

"Ah, that was good. Who's next? Who was it you'd meant me to take?"

"Me!" Lynks was standing, his hands curled around the bars of his cage.

Lyon shook his head. "Wait a moment, if you will, Phylicia. Shaman?"

Once more, Grizz thrust his hand through the bars of the cage. Once more, the Shaman examined him. "No change. The infection held fast."

With an angry growl, Grizz tore his arm from the Shaman's grasp and whirled away.

"We'll find a cure for the magic," Lyon told him. "But until we do, you'll both have to remain here. I'm sorry." He turned to the Shaman. "Has the Ilina been infected?"

A moment later, the Ilina's hand in his, the Shaman shook his head. "She's fine."

Lyon gave her a nod. "Thank you, Phylicia. We need nothing more from you."

The Ilina smiled. "Call me anytime." And she was gone.

"Hey!" Lynks cried.

"Jack off," Grizz snarled.

"I'll not endanger any female unnecessarily." Lyon reached for Kara's hand and started down the passage that led out of the prisons.

Hawke took Faith's hand, and they followed.

"That was . . ." She didn't have words.

"Moving?"

"Yes," she replied huskily. She glanced up at him. Their gazes collided, heat leaping between them. Desperately, she wanted to be in his arms, in his bed, yet she didn't dare let him make love to her. Certainly not in daylight. Unless he was the kind of guy who went at the deed without any additional exploration, he was too likely to see her feral marks. Or feel them. No, she couldn't let him make love to her, no matter how badly she wanted him to.

She turned away, heart pounding, and struggled to change the subject. "Why is Fox different?" she asked as they passed through the gym. "And what are the nine? I'm confused."