by Nalini Singh
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Her wolf was at once amused and delighted. “Scout’s honor. ” Her parents had been—according to her mother—“deliriously ecstatic” at their surprise pregnancy soon after they’d celebrated the mating of their eldest child.
Indigo had been born a mere four years later.
“Huh. ” A long pause as they peeled. “So, you have a date for the mating ceremony?”
It felt good to be flirted with, to exercise her own rusty flirtation skills. “Are you telling me you’re not taken?”
A shrug. “I didn’t want to make anyone jealous, so I was going to go stag, but now…” A look so charming it could’ve come from a feline. Impressive, given that Sam was human.
She almost said yes—he was adorable and sexy and frank about his attraction to her. But … he was so innocent. In his late twenties and clearly both tough and courageous from what she’d seen of his actions on the battlefield, but not even a little hard. Though the actual age gap between them was likely to be five or six years, she felt ancient in comparison. “I’m not good for you, Sam. ”
His smile faded at her quiet words, his brown eyes velvet soft and intent. “Maybe I’m good for you, hmm?” He peeled another potato, as if waiting for her to say something else. When she didn’t, he issued a dramatic sigh. “Fine, I’ll accept defeat—on one condition. ”
God, but she liked him. “Doesn’t sound much like accepting defeat. ”
“I’m a SnowDancer. ” A sinful grin. “Promise you’ll dance as many dances with me as I want. ”
“Just dancing,” she said, pinning him with a grim stare. It wouldn’t be fair to Sam to permit him to think it might progress any further—not when her wolf remained fixated on another man. The painful, unwanted desire was something she’d conquer, but she would not hurt anyone else along the way.
“Okay. ” Sam’s suspiciously meek agreement was followed by a smug smile.
Adorable, she thought again, knowing he’d definitely try to sneak a kiss if nothing else. “Sam. ” Laughter cancelled out her attempt to be stern. All at once, she felt light and young and carefree, something she’d never again expected to feel.
Dimple appearing to dangerous effect, he touched her boot with his, playful as a pup. “We’ll have fun. ”
“Yes,” she said, her wolf padding happily inside her skin, “I think we will. ”
RESTED and calmed by the time he’d spent in San Diego before returning to the den on an early morning flight, with his parents and their charges to follow that afternoon, Riaz helped set up the sound system for the ceremony—well, mostly he hefted things while the techs told him what to do. “I think they’re enjoying this a little too much,” he said to Elias when he and the senior soldier paused for a water break.
“How often do they get to give orders to a lieutenant?” Elias grinned … and almost tumbled forward when a small whirlwind attacked him from behind, wrapping her arms around his legs.
“Daddy!”
Throwing his bottle of water toward Riaz, Elias reached back to grab Sakura, hauling her up into his arms. “You almost made me do a face-plant, baby girl. ”
Sakura giggled, her fine features painted with the well-known markings of a fictional warrior princess. “Neal was chasing me. ” She peered over his shoulder. “There he comes!” Wriggling out of her father’s hold, she took off around the corner, arms and legs pumping with a strength that belied her thin frame.
A boy her age streaked by a moment later, a fluorescent green water bomb held in hand.
Wolf stretching in amusement, Riaz returned Elias’s water bottle. “Looks like the kids have started the party early. ”
Instead of replying in kind, the senior soldier stared after where the children had disappeared, his expression pensive.
“Don’t worry,” Riaz said, thinking Eli was worried the boy would hurt Sakura. “Drew checked the water bombs. They don’t hit with any kind of impact—it’s just about getting the other person wet. ”
“What? Oh. ” Elias shook his head, shoving a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “No, it’s not that. ” A pause as he drank. “Thing is … I haven’t seen that smile on her face since before the burns. ”
Hit by laser fire in an unprovoked Pure Psy attack, Elias had suffered injuries so severe, he’d been in shock by the time they got him to the infirmary. Little Sakura had been disconsolate—she was the apple of her daddy’s eye, her sadness all the more poignant for being so silent. She’d been this big-eyed, shocked waif it had broken the pack’s heart to see.
Riaz knew both Eli and his mate, Yuki, continued to worry about the long-term impact of the trauma on their child. “It’ll take time,” he said, his mind on another child, another father, “but she’ll get over it. Kids are tougher than adults think. ”
Elias met his gaze. “You sound certain. ”
“My dad was badly hurt in the fighting when Garrick died. ” His teacher father had known he had no chance against the dominants who had turned, but he’d stood firm in defense of the innocent. “It really shook me. ” He didn’t like thinking about it, even now. “Because dads aren’t supposed to get hurt, you know? Best thing my parents did was to not baby or coddle me or my brother afterward—the normalcy helped us settle down. ” And even as a boy, he’d known that he was lucky, so lucky.
Riley had lost his parents.
Hawke had lost his father … and not long afterward, his mother.
So many other friends had been made orphans or been left with only one parent.
“Just love her,” he said. “That’s all she needs. ”
“I’ll never forget what the den was like back then, after everything was over. ” Chill shadows whispered into the warmth of Eli’s eyes. “How eerie, how quiet. So many of the strong were dead. I was a novice at the time, and terrified the pack was going to shatter around us. ”
But SnowDancer hadn’t broken. It had grown stronger. Until tonight they celebrated the mating of the boy who had given up his childhood to lead the pack out of the darkness. Nothing and no one, Riaz thought, his own wolf fierce in its loyalty, would ever sway the pack’s devotion to Hawke. “Come on,” he said to Eli, “the megalomaniacs called the techs are gesturing for us to hurry up. ”
It was two hours later that the other man said, “Done! Don’t know about you, but I could do with a beer. ”
Picking up the T-shirt he’d stripped off earlier, Riaz used it to wipe his face as he nodded. He draped the T-shirt around his neck as they left the Pack Circle, and wasn’t really paying attention when a group of female packmates walked past, carrying small boxes loaded up with decorations.
Until a wolf whistle pierced the quiet.
Glancing back, he found himself being observed by a sexy dark-eyed beauty with curly blonde hair to the middle of her back. She cocked the box on her hip, her full breasts pushing against the cotton of her navy blue tee, her smile an invitation. Most hot-blooded males would’ve closed the distance between them to accept it, but Riaz shook his head with a gentle smile to soften the rejection, and continued on his way.
Elias didn’t say anything until they’d passed out of the heavily forested area immediately around the Pack Circle, and to an otherwise empty section of track. “You already have a date?”
“Not interested. ” His wolf peeled back its lips in a snarl that exposed razor-sharp canines—because the words were a lie. There was one woman who interested him a whole damn lot.
A short pause. “Do you … er … swing the other way?”
Riaz halted, stared. “What the hell, Eli?”
Elias shrugged, unabashed. “Word is, the women are starting to wonder why you keep turning them down when it’s obvious you need to share skin privileges. And don’t shoot me, but Lara’s apparently been asked a few pointed questions, too. ”
“Great. ” Riaz gripped the ends of his T-shirt, twisted. “My cock is fixated on a woman who makes my blood boil”�
��a fixation that kept shoving Lisette into the background—“and the pack thinks I’m either gay or incapable. ” He didn’t know whether to roar his aggravation or break something.
“The one you want”—unhidden curiosity—“she in the den?”
“Doesn’t matter. ” He wouldn’t allow it to, regardless of the fact that he’d woken up with a hard-on as rigid as stone this morning, his mind filled with the husky voice and erotic taste of the woman he’d almost fucked against the cold metal of a car door.
“Fair enough. ” Elias’s genial words broke into the teeth-clenched intensity of his thoughts. “Though you should know—I have a feeling a number of the single women are planning to ambush you tonight and get an answer once and for all. ”
“I should’ve seen that coming. ” He was a strong, eligible male without a partner. It would’ve been more surprising if he hadn’t been playfully stalked. He was also dominant enough to scare them all away, but just because he was in a shit of a mood didn’t mean he wanted to ruin the night for women who were only behaving as their natures dictated. “Why the hell did I come back to the den?” It was a snarl.
Elias slapped him on the back. “You know you love us. ”
Yeah, he did. So he’d swallow his irritation and frustration, and dance every dance if it came down to it—each with a different partner, so no one would get ideas about staking a claim.
The one woman he would not be dancing with was Adria.
It shamed him to the core, destroying everything he thought he knew about himself, but he wasn’t sure he could touch her without shoving her to the earth and ripping off her panties to thrust himself into the scalding tightness of her body.
Chapter 15
HAWKE CAUGHT AN unexpected scent on the breeze when he stepped outside with Judd, wanting to get some fresh air after the comm-conference they’d just had with Lucas, Sascha, Nikita, Max, and Anthony. It was the second time in a week they’d all connected, unusual for their strange alliance, but necessary given the growing volatility of the PsyNet.
