Page 209 of Icy Cold Death

He had to burn it off.

It was clear that her husband was having a similar problem.

“Lucian!” she said.

He slowly turned looked up and stared at her. The look on his face scared her.

She felt like prey.

“Did you go back into the static?” she asked.

“Oracle called me.”

It was barely whispered. She almost missed it because he said it so softly.

Then again, she didn’t recall his lips moving, so how had she heard it?

When he reached for her, the second he touched her, she heard him roar in both pain and need.

Only, it wasn’t out loud.

Once more, it was in her head.

That was even more terrifying since she wasn’t psychic and there was no reason she should hear what he was thinking. Something had happened while she’d not been in this room.

She’d bet on it.

As the electricity shocked her, Bishop fell backward, and that’s when it happened.

He was on her so fast that she couldn’t catch her breath. The man above her had no mercy as he trapped her beneath him.

The bite to her neck bowed her body as her husband, out of control and not cognizant, took what he wanted. He was trapped in something she’d never experienced before.

Bishop, he whispered. I need you, Bishop. I need you now. I can’t control the aftereffects.

What was this?

Oracle could talk like this, but Lucian had never had that particular gift.

She blinked, and in that span, her gun slid across the floor, her badge going with it. Then, he tore into her like a wild animal, peeling back the layers of her clothing.

He ripped them from her.

I can’t stop it. I’m sorry, Bishop. God. I’m so sorry. Your aura is mixing with mine, and the energy is calling to me. I was talking to Oracle in the static and something happened. Get away from me. Get Ridge. I need to be anchored…

Bishop couldn’t stop him.

While she was strong, and could hold her own, Lucian outweighed her by a good hundred pounds. He was a large man, and now, she was trapped.

“Lucian, please,” she said, trying to get him to focus on her. It was clear he was out of control and being driven by something. “How can I hear you?”

He roared in more pain, as the energy was wrapping around him, and taking Lucian back under.

My gift. It’s opening. Run!

Only, he didn’t let her go. He held on even tighter.

His towel was tossed, and his wife was trapped beneath him as his hands greedily took anything and everything. They’d been abstaining from sex since she was healing, and it appeared they were breaking that fast.

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