Tempting Evil (Riley Jenson Guardian #3)(30)

And really, there was only one avenue of exploration left—my senses.
Or rather, my psychic senses.
There were no cameras in Merle’s room that I could see, and I hadn’t felt the electronic buzz of deadeners anywhere within the mansion—even down here, in either Moss’s or Merle’s rooms. But Dia had mentioned their presence and I had no reason to doubt her. Besides, I’d seen them in the arena, so they had to be elsewhere. And while I had read the guard’s mind with ease, maybe all it meant was that the elevator somehow ran under the radar of the deadeners.
Or maybe my talents were.
The implications of which wasn’t something I wanted to waste time thinking about, though I was more than willing to test the full extent of any supposed increase. I carefully slid aside one layer of shields, suddenly grateful for all the weeks of training Jack had been giving me. Dia might have exposed a weakness in my telepathy skills when it came to attack, but that wouldn’t be a problem here as I had no intention of dropping all shield layers to attack Merle. I just wanted to test whether I could read his thoughts or not.
And I could.
Sort of. His thoughts were there, a distant blaze of color I could see but not quite touch.
But if I could see them, then surely I should be able to read them. I frowned and pressed a little harder. It felt like I was pushing through a wall of thick glue. Resistance dragged on every mental step, but it wasn’t conscious resistance. Wasn’t the sort of struggle that came from a telepath who realizes his mind is being invaded. Maybe Merle was too busy concentrating on satisfaction to grasp the fact his brain was being attacked. Or maybe my talents were simply slipping under his awareness in much the same manner as they were apparently slipping under the electronic deadeners.
But again, the whys of what was going on weren’t important. Trying to reach and read Merle’s thoughts was. The glue seemed to thicken near the center of the mental fence, and sweat broke out across my brow. My training with Jack had often left me mentally drained, but it had never left me physically exhausted, as this was threatening to. God, every ounce of strength I possessed was being channeled into trying to breach Merle’s defenses, and my limbs were beginning to tremble with the effort. If I wasn’t careful, he’d surely notice something other than sex was going on.With the suddenness of a rubber band snapping, the glue gave way, leaving me mentally shaking but floating free in the rush of Merle’s thoughts. Though rush was probably the wrong word to use—and if he was any indication, then men really did think of nothing more than reaching the big O during sex.
I moved carefully through his surface thoughts, past the gathering rush of satisfaction, into the darker areas of non-active thought. The bus Starr had mentioned earlier was indeed the one bringing in fresh bedding meat for the pleasure of Starr’s guests. Who were, as I’d guessed earlier, both the “department heads” of his own organization and the various representatives from other cartels. Surprisingly, Starr had no intention of killing them. He was biding his time, waiting until he had gained enough trust to draw the true leaders of the other crime organizations into his nest. But he didn’t intend just a mass murder, but a mass replacement. Starr was from the Helki pack, and many Helki wolves were also true shapeshifters—they could assume any human shape they desired. Starr would insert his own people as the head of these organizations, and the cartels wouldn’t be any the wiser.
Merle’s body began to grind harder against mine and the fire of gathering ecstasy was greater in his mind—a warning I’d better hurry before awareness returned and he caught me in his thoughts.
I slipped a little deeper, trying to find mention of Dia’s kid or even a location for the labs. Nothing. Either I wasn’t deep enough or Merle was a linear-thinking guy. The sort who only contemplated the things he had to do in the immediate future—which is why I could get so much information on the bus and the other cartels. One thought linked to the other.
Merle began to jerk spasmodically as his orgasm hit, meaning I had to get out, pronto. I pulled back through the glue, the process seeming a little easier the second time around. Or maybe it was simply the fact I was leaving, not entering.
As I opened my eyes, a sharp ringing split the air, just about frightening the shit out of me. My heart seemed to leap up my throat, and I froze like a rabbit caught in a spotlight. Had someone somehow caught my psychic explorations?
Merle swore under his breath and climbed off, and I realized the ringing was a telephone, not an alarm of some sort. I blew out a relieved breath, then sat up and hugged my knees to my chest. Drawing deep breaths to ease the trembling that was part exhaustion, part fear, I looked around. And noticed, on the dresser near the bathroom doorway, a small set of keys.
The elevator I’d come down in had key locks. I had the code, so having the key was the next step forward. Whether the key that controlled the elevator was amongst those on the table was anyone’s guess, but I had every intention of finding out. Of course, snatching those keys and getting them out without being caught wasn’t going to be easy. Especially when I had no clothes and basically nowhere to hide the keys. 
Well, there was one place. But shoving them up there wasn’t exactly practical—and it would be more than a little noticeable given the maneuvering it would take.
Though cold steel was in some ways preferable to Merle’s foul flesh.
Merle grunted and slammed down the phone. He didn’t even look at me, just grabbed some clothes from the pile on a nearby chair and began dressing.
“Iktar,” he said, as he pulled on his shirt.
A spirit lizard appeared in the doorway. Whether it was the same one that had been in Moss’s room, or another, was anyone’s guess. These things really did all look the same.
“Escort her back to the upper levels.”
I shoved on my best outraged expression. “What? No ‘thanks for the great time’? Not even a damn shower?”
He snorted as he swept up the keys I’d been eyeing and shoved them in his pocket. “No. Now get your butt out of here.”
I flounced off the bed and out of the room—a fine piece of acting no one seemed to notice. The black thing led the way out of Merle’s colorless rooms and down the sterile corridor, then key-coded the elevator. A soft chime indicated the elevator’s arrival. As the doors opened, Merle stomped down the hall toward us, his expression dark as he stopped at the set of doors opposite. He inserted a key, then punched in a code and pressed his hand to the scanner pad. No bell chimed, but those doors opened to reveal, as I’d guessed earlier, another elevator.
More than that I had no chance to see as the spirit lizard all but pushed me inside our elevator.
My shoulder hit the wall with enough force to cause a grunt, but I quickly regained my balance and turned around. The spirit lizard pressed the ground-floor button, then turned to face me. Lust burned in his eyes, and his cock was out and erect.
I crossed my arms and feigned indifference. “Looks to me like the servant wants in on the action.”
His smile was every bit as cold and as dangerous as Merle’s or Starr’s, but it was the astute glint in his eyes that made me think something was going on—something other than just the need for a bit of sexual relief.
“Which,” he said, his soft tones barely audible over the hum of machinery as the elevator began to ascend, “I will get, or I shall inform my masters just what it was you were doing while you were being fucked.”
Panic rose, swift and hard, but I forced myself to ignore it. If he’d been intending to report me, he would have done so by now. I clung to that belief, to the feeling that he wanted something more than sex, and said, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
His smile grew. As did his cock. A tremor ran down my spine. God help me, part of me wanted what he was offering. Wanted to feel his dangerous flesh inside.
Damn Merle and his selfishness.
“They can see, but not hear us, you know.”
Like I was going to trust his word. I merely smiled.
“As long as this elevator is moving, they cannot hear conversation. The machinery interferes with the signal and they cannot fix it. And the guard who currently watches the monitors does not lip-read.”
I still wasn’t trusting him, so I simply asked, “And why are you telling me this?”
“Because I can taste the use of psychic power, as much as you might taste the scents carried by the wind. I know what you were up to.”
Oh, fuck. I should have done as Jack asked, and scouted things out before going full steam ahead. What the hell was I going to do now? I glanced down at his cock. The thick spines lining it. Not fuck him, that was for sure.“Yes,” he continued, obviously catching my look if not the actual direction of my thoughts, “I can taste auras as well as telepathy.”
My gaze rose to his. “You bring that near me, and I will kill you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And what makes you think you could get close enough to kill me before I rendered you unconscious?”
The mere fact I’d killed his like before—but that wasn’t exactly something I could admit.
He glanced up at the floor indicator. “We have ten seconds left. I want you to meet me near the front of the zoo in half an hour. If you don’t, I shall report your activities and you will be killed.” His dark gaze met mine. “Deal?”