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  Heat filled her. He began to draw away, and she nipped at his bottom lip, wanting more. His eyes darkened to molten fire. The hand in her hair tightened and his wrist twisted again, exposing the graceful column of her neck. He lifted her off the counter by her buttocks. She ran wet as he easily balanced her against him with one hand, her knees clasping the sides of his hips. Giving a smart shake of her head, she waited until he relaxed his hold and pressed her mouth to his neck. Salt and spice exploded across her taste buds.

  Moaning, she reached down to his abs, tracing hard muscle with her hands. Perfect. Male. Strong. She leaned forward, swirling her tongue around one nipple, and fought a smile as he trembled.

  “Cara?” The hand in her hair tugged until her slumbering gaze met pure liquid gold.

  “Hmm?” She reached for his belt buckle, sliding the clasp free. She’d never felt such arousal. It may be temporary, but she wasn’t going to miss out on this.

  “Cara.” He tightened his hold, sending erotic pain down her scalp. “I need to know, darlin’.”

  “Know what?” She yanked his belt free and dropped it to the ground, trying to press her aching core harder against him. She was ready, damn it—and now he wanted to talk?

  He leaned closer, his breath brushing her skin, his gaze boring into hers. “That you accept me, that you accept us. That you want this.”

  Warmth spread through her heart to match that in her loins. “I want this.”

  He grinned, the hand in her hair sliding to cup her scalp. “And?”

  She inhaled his spicy scent and her mind spun. “I accept you right now—the rest we’ll have to see.” Man, if she didn’t get him naked soon she’d die. Or he would.

  “Good enough,” he said.

  Then the world shifted as he tugged her head back, lowering his mouth to her vulnerable neck. “Did I tell you my people mark our mates?” His hot breath feathered over the soft skin, his hand kneading the supple flesh of her rear.

  “Um,” Cara could feel only the delicious friction as he rubbed her core against his.

  The hand in her hair tightened in warning as he stilled their movements, “I asked you a question, Cara.” He raised his head to pin her with a look that dared her to lose focus again.

  “Um …” She struggled to find his words in her mind. “Wait. Did you say you mark your mates?” She stopped moving.

  “Yes.” Satisfied, he started to again lower his mouth to her neck.

  “Wait.” She struggled for release. “No. Wait, Talen. No marking.”

  Talen easily held her in place as he raised his head to within an inch of hers. “Oh, there will be a marking, Cara.”

  “You’ll not mark my neck,” she hissed, even as she pulsed against him.

  “Who said anything about your neck?” With his dark question, he took her mouth with a flash of heat. He turned toward the bed, his strong hands cupping her rear, the sound of thunder directly overhead.

  Fire licked underneath her skin as her knees clasped Talen’s narrow waist, his hands on her, his mouth on her, demanding more. She whimpered deep in her throat. “Hurry up,” she moaned, her entire being on fire.

  A strong arm swept her shirt off her body in one fluid motion, baring her breasts to his flaring eyes. He growled and then, with a mere step forward, she was on her back, and he was on her. With his mouth hot and insistent on hers, he leaned down and ripped her jeans and panties from her body and threw off his own.

  Cara gasped in shock as he penetrated her to the hilt, no preliminaries, no easing, just pure, primitive possession. He instantly moved in and out. Strong fingers dug into her hips, moving her to meet his thrusts. Good God. What had she agreed to? Her body wet and willing, she fought to adjust to his penetration, her breath catching painfully in her throat as he plundered to untouched depths. The orgasm had a life of its own, mercilessly, fiercely bearing down on her and ripping through her entire system. His name filled her head and then there was silence around them when she cried out and stars exploded behind her eyes.

  Still, he thrust. “You okay, darlin’?” His voice rumbled to a tone deep enough to echo along her every nerve ending.

  “Yes.” She pushed up into the hard planes of his amazing body. “Do it again.”

  He may have chuckled, tightening his hold, somehow increasing his speed.

  She could do nothing but hold on for dear life, her legs wrapped around Talen’s solid hips. A painfully sharp desire washed through her again. The wide girth of him filled her to the point of pain, his mouth hot on her neck. She had no control over the pace, no control over her own body as the next orgasm slammed as suddenly as the first. She bit into the hard flesh of his chest as she rode out the waves. She wouldn’t have missed this for the world.

  Talen growled when her teeth penetrated his flesh. When the waves stopped tearing through her, he reared up and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, pumping his hips the entire time. His thrusts increased in speed and strength and her last image of his strong face burned into her memory—the sharp angles set into brutal lines of desire, his thick, dark hair wild around his shoulders.

  She groaned as he pushed her shoulders to the bed, one hand moving up to tangle in her hair, the other clenching her hip as he rode her. Burying her face in the soft quilt, she sobbed his name. A stirring started deep within. It spiraled out into a sensation that stole any breath she might have kept. It strengthened to a pinpoint sharpness. She teetered on a fine edge, fighting against falling over, fighting against the unknown, when, with a fierce twist of his hips, he forced her over. She gave a sharp, keening cry as her pleasure spiraled higher and hotter until her world exploded. She could only open her mouth in a silent scream. Intense waves of ecstasy rippled through her.

  She came down with a whimper, her eyes shut tight, her body slowing relaxing. He continued to pump in and out. His roar filled her head when a nearly painful release tore through him, echoing throughout her own body, her empathic shields in tatters.

  He remained full and hard inside her. A strong hand gripped her shoulder to guide her limp body upright while his other hand burned like hot coal on the front of her hipbone. He held her before him on her knees, her back to his damp chest. He clasped long fingers through her hair, pulled her head to the side, exposed her neck and growled, “Mine.”

  With a quick strike, he bit.

  Chapter 8

  The large screen fizzled from deep black to static grey in front of Dage’s eyes. Sometimes the reception in his underground headquarters left something to be desired, though the pure oxygen that flowed through the well-lit caverns and reinforcements to the granite walls ensured not even a quake from Mother Earth herself would harm the inhabitants here. Several meters under the surface, where heat-seeking missiles or scopes would never penetrate, he let the pure scent of earth and rock ground him.

  His shoulders had been in a relaxed state since Talen’s check-in the previous night—he and his new mate were safe. Dage figured it’d taken his brother less than an hour yesterday to reclaim and protect the woman. Pride filled the king.

  Dage focused, and the picture cleared to reveal furious activity surrounding the nearest Kurjus camp.

  “Sir.” Chalton, his computer expert, looked over his shoulder. “They want to talk.”

  Dage straightened in his chair and punched a series of buttons on the control panel to his left. A large image immediately filled the screen.

  “Kayrs.” The figure moved closer to the screen and coal black eyes hardened. “It has been awhile.”

  “Not long enough.” Dage acknowledged the current Kurjan ruler with a bored nod. “Sorry to hear of Lance’s death.” He studied the iron ore and taconite making up the blank rock wall behind Lorcan. The headquarters could be anywhere from Russia to Brazil. Though his money was still on Minnesota, and when his intuition whispered, Dage listened.

  “Yes, well.” Lorcan had pulled his bloodred hair back from his pale face, showcasing the blackness of his eyes. “A
ccidents do happen.” He shrugged and gestured with a slash of sharpened nails. “I was named Ruler last week. Things are about to change, Kayrs.”

  “Really?’ Dage asked as another Kurjan moved into view to whisper something inaudible to Lorcan. “I don’t think so.”

  Lorcan nodded at his subordinate and lifted his head, his dark eyes gleaming. “You have the child.”

  “What child?” Dage kept his voice neutral as Chalton ran fast fingers across the keyboard to gain information. He better not have a security leak. Though chances were the Merodize gang had already reported back to Lorcan.

  “You know what child,” Lorcan hissed, his naturally red lips contrasting with the pasty whiteness of his skin. “Our Oracles have seen her destiny. You must turn her over to me now.”

  “No transmissions in or out the last day,” Chalton mouthed silently, his hands tapping across the control panel. “No breach on our end.”

  “There’s no child here, Lorcan. You might want to reevaluate your informants.” Dage’s bored façade remained in place. “Plus, what could you possibly want with some human child? Are you starting a school for humans?”

  “Funny. This girl is special. She has the gift of sight we’ve been waiting for and is to be mated on her twentieth birthday to my eldest son, Kalin. The Oracles have declared the future that must happen, if any of us are to survive what’s coming.” Lorcan’s eyes gleamed to rusted purple. “And the mother is mine.”

  Dage lifted an eyebrow at his brother’s certain response to that claim. “Really? Something’s coming, huh? You know, I’ve always wondered why each Kurjan successor is just a bit nuttier than the one before. Is there some sort of lunatic criteria you guys try to meet?” And God help them all if that nut job Kalin ever took office. Dage hadn’t met him personally, but his nightmares told of a possible fate none of them would survive.

  “Silence!” The force of Lorcan’s bellow sent his subordinates scurrying back a foot or two, and Dage watched impassively as Lorcan’s eyes morphed to a pinkish purple. “You will not mock the Oracles. They have seen the future to arrive. For even your people, the shifters will end us all.” Lorcan visibly struggled to control himself, his canines grinding like a rock crusher. “Turn the child and mother over now, and you will avoid the war you’ve run from the last three centuries. Last chance.”

  Dage smiled the predatory grin he was known across the Realm for. “Fuck you.” He nodded to Chalton to arm the weapons stored deep below the earth’s surface.

  Lorcan failed to hide an uneasy swallow. “Fine.” He moved back from the screen, apparently not willing to start his war at this time. “But you won’t be able to concentrate on human women for long, Kayrs. In fact”—Lorcan’s yellow teeth gleamed in the semi-darkness—”I think you’ll be occupied with more important matters. Soon.” With the last word, the screen went black.

  “Damn it Chalton!” Dage keyed several commands into the console at his fingertips. “Contact our scouts and find out what the hell is going on.”

  “Yes, sir,” Chalton replied absently, his gaze on the computers.

  Dage sent out a message for his brothers to contact him. Jesus. Kane was across the ocean, Talen raced through the U.S. with a mate in tow, a mate. And Conn. Man, Conn had to get his life in order—distraction rode him hard these days. They all knew that red-headed distraction practiced powerful magic in the land of the faeries, magic they might all need soon.

  Rubbing his hand across his eyes, Dage sighed. He couldn’t order Conn to reacquire his mate, especially since they’d probably have to go to war for Moira ever to leave the green isle. He grinned. He’d liked that spunky witch from the get-go.

  A request sounded through his earpiece, and he pushed a button to let the door slide open. Janie bounded inside and hopped to perch on his lap. “Hi, Uncle Dage.”

  He settled her safely into place. “Hi, sweet girl.” Determination flowed through him to protect the perfect child. Her blue eyes gazed with adoration as she showed him the drawing she carried. “I made a monkey.”

  Well, maybe. Or a dog with long arms. “It’s perfect.”

  She grinned, giving a happy squirm. “Whatcha doin’?” Her world had apparently righted itself last night when he’d informed her that Talen and Cara were safe.

  “Working.” He glanced around the rock wall surrounding the quiet cavern—only Chalton worked busily on his computer, his blond hair tied at the nape and out of the way.

  “This is almost an empty room,” Janie said, grinning at Chalton. She gave him a tiny finger wave that pretty much ensured an excellent Christmas present from the computer expert. He gave her a half smile and mock salute before turning back to the console. Did Chalton just smile? Dage hadn’t known the guy had teeth.

  Dage tweaked Janie’s pert nose. “Yeah. We just use this room for teleconferences.” Maybe the chamber was too stark for a little girl. He didn’t want anything to scare her. Ever.

  “What’s a telie, a teliconf …” She pursed her tiny mouth in question.

  He grinned. “It’s like a telephone but with a screen.”

  “Like TV?”

  “Yeah.” Except the monsters on television weren’t real. He fought the frown that wanted loose. Janie needed to believe in the security and safety of her world.

  “Are you worried about the war?” she asked, her small hands clasping together.

  The frown won. “The war? It’s over, sweetheart.”

  “No.” She shook her head, patting her prized picture. “Not that one. The one that’s coming.”

  Awareness and something close to dread slid through his body. His muscles tensed. “You know about that one?”

  “Yeah.” She frowned, her pretty blue eyes darkening as she met his gaze.

  Regret filled him now. “I’m trying to keep it from happening.”

  A wise smile much too old for her young face slid across it. “I know. But, it’s gonna happen and we need to fight.”

  He shook his head. “I’ll fight, sweetheart. You won’t need to.”

  She put both of her warm hands against his face, effectively immobilizing the ruler of the most powerful beings in existence. “I will need to. You know that, Uncle Dage. You do.”

  God. Not while he drew breath. Fate was in for a beat-down in this case, and he needed to get back to work. Punching a code on his earpiece, he waited. “Jase? Meet me in the rec room, we need to plan.” Who would’ve thought his youngest, wildest brother would become the most dependable—at the moment at least. What the hell was his world coming to?

  Several states away, Lorcan nodded to a subordinate to flip off the screen. Long nails clicked against the keyboard until only overhead fluorescents lit the underground control room. A black screen covered the rock on one entire wall with two consoles on either side—sterile and giving no clue as to his whereabouts. The thick Minnesota mountains provided safety from interlopers, enemies, and the sun.

  He turned toward the door and swept into a long hallway furnished with priceless Picassos the world didn’t know about. Fucking Kayrs. The bastard was only fifty years older than Lorcan’s three hundred, yet an ancient wisdom rested in the king of the Realm. Bastard.

  The plush white carpet muffled Lorcan’s heavy footsteps, and he inhaled the pure lilac scent he had infused into the air each morning. Almost as good as being aboveground or even outside. Almost.

  Kayrs had no right for such superiority—most of the nonhuman creatures alive today were about the same age. Their ancestors had procreated quickly during the war, knowing that death was likely and a possible treaty prohibiting contact with humans on the horizon. Prohibiting contact with potential mates. Human ones, anyway.

  Lorcan grinned as he opened the door to his private office. Not that he’d adhered to the treaty. Proof of his defiance lounged in a thick leather chair watching an ultimate fighting championship.

  His son flipped off the television and turned to face him, deep purple eyes anything but interested. “You
wanted to see me?” Boredom and just a hint of insolence coated the words.

  Lorcan straightened his spine, shutting the door. He walked around his massive onyx desk, putting himself in the position of power with his chair raised. “Yes.” The bubbling of his six-foot long tropical fish tank failed to provide its usual distraction from its place against the side wall. “I understand you nearly killed Jastin during training yesterday.”

  Kalin shrugged a large shoulder. “So.” He rested one broad hand on the arm of the leather chair, relaxed.

  The casualness sent a shaft of irritation through Lorcan. Damn kid could at least pretend to be in fear of his father. His ruler. Lorcan studied his young son, noticing the way the black jeans and white shirt gave him an older, more dangerous aura than a fifteen-year-old should have. He’d tied his thick black-red hair off his neck, throwing the sharp white planes of his face into prominence. His coloring was muted, more subtle than most. Lorcan tried to hide all emotion from the boy, knowing any weakness would be instantly exploited.

  Kalin rolled his eyes. “He’s weak.”

  Lorcan fought a chill at the nearly blank look in those unusual purple eyes. Most of his people had purple eyes, but Kalin’s were a purple almost mixed with green. Unnerving. Eyes should be purple, red, or black. Not the color of the hottest of fires, the green at the bottom of a polluted lake. “True. But, you’re going to lead him someday.”

  “Then he should learn to fear me now.” Not by one decibel did the inflection change.

  Lorcan cleared his throat. “Also true.” He reached forward and shuffled some papers on the desk. “I also wanted to discuss the fact that another woman has gone missing from St. Paul.”

  “Really?” Black eyebrows lifted. “St. Paul’s a big city, father.”

  Damn if pride didn’t infuse him with his siring of the little sociopath. “Yes. But we need to keep a low profile for a while. Not that I’m accusing you, son. But—”

  “Accusing me of what, father?” Kalin leaned forward, his deep maroon lips creasing in a smile. “Of taking that woman off her back porch and carrying her into the forest? Of laying her down and stripping those silly yoga clothes off her lush body?” Sharp canines flashed in what could never be considered a smile.