Healer's Choice

by Jory Strong

  A hint of pain snaked through her chest, and yet despite it she didn’t want to stop what they were doing. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him deep inside her, his body joined with hers. But going that far risked her heart and she’d guarded it too long to casually expose it now.

  She rubbed her cheek against his, glad she couldn’t see his face as she said, “I’m not ready to couple with you.” Yet. She heard the unspoken word as clearly as if she’d said it.

  His tongue slid into her ear then retreated. “There’s more to lovemaking than the act of fucking.”

  Her heart did a slow roll in her chest. Was it lovemaking for him?

  She didn’t have the courage to ask, or to face all the additional questions that would come after that one. There couldn’t be talk of a future without a discussion of the past.

  She didn’t resist when he maneuvered them to the sand. Stripping her bra away before pressing her to the ground and positioning himself above her.

  The heat of his cock burned through the thin barrier of her panties. Rebekka moaned at the feel of it sliding up and down along her clit. She shivered with the renewed thrust of his tongue against hers, answered each parry with one of her own.

  Her hands roamed over smooth muscle and firm buttocks. Repeatedly returning to the silky strands of his hair and refusing to let the kisses end until he shifted his weight onto an elbow with a growl.

  His hand went to his cock then, tightened at the base of his shaft as if fighting to keep from coming, and the knowledge she was responsible emboldened Rebekka. She became the aggressor, forcing his hand away from his heated penis so her fingers could curl around it.

  She captured his tongue with her lips. Sucked hard and deep in a sensual battle she was determined to win.

  Pleasure swept through her when he lost control. Arousal poured from her slit as he began thrusting, fucking through the tight clamp of her fist with steady, desperate movements.

  She took his moans, swallowed them as his penis jerked, wet her belly and chest with his seed. He shuddered above her for long moments, finally breaking the seal of their lips, his breath coming in fast pants as he pulled from her grip and lay on his side next to her.

  His eyes glittered as they traveled down to where he’d spent himself on her. His face was flushed, not with embarrassment but with satisfaction. “To steal your earlier words,” he said. “Your turn.”

  Her toes curled as he leaned in, mouth latching onto a nipple. A whimper escaped when his hand cupped her mound, rubbing, pressing in time to the pull of his lips.

  She lifted her hips with each of his sucks, didn’t think to protest as his hand slid beneath the waistband of her panties. A shudder went through her when his fingers grazed her slit, collecting the moisture there before going to her clit. A cry followed as he stroked the tiny head, tormenting her as she’d tormented him.

  Her channel clenched, sending more arousal to soak her panties. She felt the press of teeth against nipple, arched her back at the implied threat of a bite.

  He clamped down harder, to the point pain and pleasure blended, his fingers concentrating on her engorged clit, finding all the ways she liked to be touched.

  Her movements became frenzied. Her heart raced at a dizzying pace while her lungs struggled to get enough air.

  She grew desperate for relief, to feel his fingers slide into her opening and find the spot deep inside her that would make her come.

  Her moans turned into fevered pleas, and finally a breathless “Please.”

  His touches became more devastating, more demanding. He intended to make her as helpless in desire as she’d made him.

  His mouth went to the breast he’d been neglecting. Biting and sucking the nipple, keeping her hovering on the edge of climax as he gave it the same attention as the first.

  Her hands roamed his back. Without conscious thought her nails dug into his flesh, raked over his skin.

  It inflamed him. His head jerked up. His eyes blazed. He brought his face inches away from hers as he fucked into her with his fingers, striking her clit with each thrust.

  She gave herself over to sensation as he watched. His mouth covering hers at the moment of release, swallowing the sounds of her pleasure as she’d swallowed his.

  Twenty

  AS Rebekka dressed she felt shy, uncertain. Defenseless against physical desire and her growing feelings for Aryck.

  She couldn’t lie to herself. Only his need to return to camp and discuss forming an alliance kept them from doing more than they’d already done.

  Despite her internal arguments against it, when he touched her intimately, her resolve not to give in weakened dangerously. They needed to talk.

  She braved a glance at Aryck. He seemed aloof, withdrawn, his thoughts already on other things.

  Aryck felt Rebekka’s eyes on him and looked up. Uncertainty clung to her like a shroud, making him want to close the distance between them and rip it away.

  Was she regretting what had happened between them? Already thinking about leaving him and returning to Oakland with Levi?

  The Jaguar’s silent snarl mirrored the man’s. His scent coated her belly and chest in a primitive warning to all others that she belonged to him. Hers marked him as well, as did the shallow scratches on his back.

  Unable to stop himself, he took the few steps needed to reach her. There was a hint of resistance when he pulled her into his arms.

  The Jaguar reacted badly, thrashing to separate life with a desire for Rebekka’s complete acceptance and submission, demanding Aryck take the skin at the base of her neck between his teeth and clamp down hard enough to leave visible proof of her claiming.

  Aryck fought the urge, already thinking it would be best to bathe before going into camp rather than to openly acknowledge what had happened between them. He needed to speak with his father, to Nahuatl, and, if necessary, the elders, not just about the possibility of alliance among the Weres but allowing Rebekka to remain in their lands and belong to the pack as his mate.

  It could be done. Perhaps it had been done deep in the past, in a story the elders held in their memories but chose not to share.

  Frustration rumbled through him at not being able to speak openly about the future. To make promises. The Jaguar threatened to claw its way through his gut at the possibility the needs of the outcasts in the brothels might hold the greater power over her.

  Aryck’s arms tightened on her. If she thought to return to Oakland, then she was mistaken.

  He nuzzled her ear and felt a shiver of renewed desire go through her. It soothed the Jaguar.

  “We’ve got to get back to camp,” he told her. “I need to speak to my father.”

  Her arms went around his waist and her body melded to his. She turned her head, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I know.”

  He couldn’t release her without taking her lips fully. Expressing his hopes and desires in the only way he could at the moment.

  She softened further against him. Yielded to the thrust of his tongue. Answered the command of his two souls that she accept, submit.

  Her response calmed the Jaguar’s wild emotion even as she roused the man’s desire to take her fully, hardening his cock in readiness for it. He ended the kiss, released all but her hand, unwilling to let her go completely as they headed toward camp.

  “Jael said something about a human en��”

  “No!” he said, stopping, tugging her into his arms again and touching his nose to hers. Letting her feel the full weight of an enforcer’s stare. “It’s not for you to worry about. The Wolf baited me. Nothing more. He’d no more allow you to go to the encampment than I would. You’re too valuable to risk, and the humans there aren’t to be trusted. Only caution on the part of the alphas has prevented us from attacking and driving them from our lands already.”

  “They’re salvaging?”

  “It appears so. We’re playing a waiting game, hoping they’ll leave when they’ve found what they came for or fo
und nothing of value.”

  He tilted his head, giving in to the temptation to kiss her once, twice, a third time to reduce the sting of the words that had to follow. “This is Were business, Rebekka. Don’t interfere in it.”

  She stiffened and pulled out of his arms, though she didn’t try to take her hand from his. Jaguar and man both churned in discomfort, hating even the tiniest of her emotional retreats. In an effort to recapture the closeness, Aryck said, “Tell me about your life in Oakland.”

  Rebekka shot him a look, part disbelieving and part hopeful. But her voice contained pure challenge. “I live among Were outcasts.”

  The tightness in his chest was immediate. The subject of outcasts was not one a Were took lightly. He managed to keep any hint of it from his voice. “Tell me,” he coaxed, squeezing her hand.

  She did. Describing the various brothels and talking about the vice lord, Allende, who offered protection, but at a price. Speaking of the things that were an everyday part of her life, the injuries she healed. The red zone, the maze that no longer stood. Oakland itself.

  Aryck found himself growing more worried. Not just at the horrors she saw daily and the danger inherent in her life among humans, but at how much she might believe she was needed by those the ancestors had judged. How difficult it might be for Rebekka to leave her world for his.

  It was almost a relief when they neared camp and one of the more private bathing spots. He wanted a few minutes of additional pleasure with her before pack business claimed his attention, a few minutes to convince her body, if not her mind, of how much better a life spent with him would be over the one spent healing outcasts.

  He stopped at where the trail split away, carried Rebekka’s hand to his chest, and rubbed it against his nipple. “This path leads to a stream with a pool. We can bathe together before I leave you at your cabin.”

  She was instantly nervous, shy again despite the intimacy they’d already shared. “I don’t have a towel. Unlike you, I can’t change form to shake myself dry or walk around naked until the air does it for me.”

  Aryck laughed, taking her hand to his mouth and nibbling on it. “No one would object if you wore only skin. In fact, the males would enjoy it.”

  He would enjoy it. And while the Jaguar wouldn’t tolerate another touching her, having others admire her lush form only added to the satisfaction that would come with claiming her fully. “If you insist on a towel, we can come back.”

  Her eyelashes lowered to hide her expression, but she didn’t say no. They continued on, the trail ending at the clearing behind the alpha’s cabin.

  Guilt intruded at once again putting desire before duty, his subconscious choosing this route so he wouldn’t fail his pack. If he slipped into the water naked with her, he wouldn’t be able to leave until she was fully his.

  He realized it would be better for her to bathe without him, for him to wash the most telling scents from his skin elsewhere, then find his father. Aryck stopped, reluctantly releasing her hand. At her questioning look, he said, “You tempt me to forget my responsibilities. I’ll join you when I can.”

  He pointed to an opening several yards to the left. “Take that path, then the first right, followed by the third, and you’ll end up just beyond the cooking pit of your cabin.”

  “If I return to the pool, will there be others bathing there at this time of day?”

  “You’ll know before you reach the deep portion of the stream. It’s a place lovers go and, as you have reason to know, Jaguars aren’t quiet in their passion.”

  She took a step away from him and he found he couldn’t let her leave without one last kiss. He snagged her wrist, halting and turning her in a smooth movement, placing his mouth on hers just as the cabin door opened.

  His father’s dismay slammed into him through their mental link. Melina’s low, savage growl reached his ears.

  The Jaguar’s hackles rose in reaction to the threat it contained. Aryck ended the kiss and released Rebekka, noting the discomfort in her eyes when they flicked to his father and Melina before she made her escape.

  He hadn’t wanted to so flagrantly defy his father’s wishes when it came to Rebekka, but there was nothing to do about it now. The scent of sex clung to his skin. The scratches marking his back screamed she’d been lying beneath him.

  “Leave us,” Koren told Melina.

  She glowered at Aryck, eyes burning with seething emotion, making him fear for Rebekka’s safety. “Harm Rebekka and you’ll meet me in the challenge circle.”

  “The healer’s safety has been guaranteed while she’s on Jaguar lands,” Koren said, adding weight to Aryck’s warning, though he tempered it by adding, “She’ll be gone in a day or two, as soon as Phaedra gains the knowledge contained in the journal.”

  Melina gave a slight nod, acknowledging Koren’s concession to her pride, and what Aryck thought was his father’s continued support of her as the female who would bear his grandchildren.

  Never. Aryck found it difficult to believe he’d once wanted Melina even as an outlet for physical release.

  She stalked away, gone from his thoughts even before she disappeared from sight.

  “You coupled with the healer,” Koren said, dark anger seeping into his voice.

  As enforcer, Aryck couldn’t claim it was none of his father’s business. And because Rebekka was human, it mattered all the more.

  “Not yet.”

  “Not ever then. I didn’t lose my mate to have you throw away your own life by ending up an outcast.”

  It was a low, ruthless blow. Guilt and fury rushed into Aryck with the reminder his mother had died giving birth to him. His fingers flexed, the Jaguar sheathing and unsheathing phantom claws at the savageness of the verbal attack. “It won’t come to that.”

  “So you’re a shaman now?” Koren asked, his expression unchanging, his body posture all but inviting Aryck to challenge him physically so he could demonstrate why he was alpha and his will was pack law.

  “I believe the ancestors want her to remain here, as my mate.”

  Koren laughed. “You’re thinking with your cock.”

  Aryck snarled, kicking off his shoes in unconscious preparation for a fight. “Without the ancestors’ intervention we wouldn’t have known of her existence. There were others who could have been sent to retrieve her, but it was me who had to go.”

  “You’re rationalizing so you can fuck a female you know is wrong for you. In this you’re my son.”

  “My choice is not the same as yours. Look at the value Rebekka has already brought to the pack. The cubs are healed. The Wolves acknowledge a debt to her. There is more.”

  “Things as enforcer you should have shared hours ago?” Koren said, his voice silky menace. “But instead you failed in your duties, became sidetracked by lush curves and soft skin, by a slick channel and an alluring scent.”

  Aryck bridled at the charge but couldn’t deny it, not when moments ago he’d felt the sting of guilt in the wake of nearly giving in to the temptation to delay further. Only his pride had kept him from seducing Rebekka earlier, taking her with his cock instead of his fingers after she made him lose control and come with only her hand. Had she been willing initially, he would have coupled with her repeatedly, not returning to camp until they were both sated.

  “I told you how it was with your mother. In the end my lack of control cost me. I’ll protect you from yourself to the extent I can. From this moment on, I assume the mantle of responsibility for the healer and forbid you from going near her while she is on our lands.”

  The Jaguar screamed to life, flashing in Aryck’s eyes. He didn’t try to suppress it or hide the truth from his father, that man and beast were unified in their desire for Rebekka as a mate. “And when she leaves our territory?”

  “Then you will have to decide how badly you want her. Whether you desire her enough to follow her to Oakland and lose your position as enforcer, and very likely your place in the pack.”

  The threat
shocked Aryck, making it feel as though ice coursed through his bloodstream and settled in his core. His mind froze for an instant but thawed with the recognition of scent. His father’s worry blended with the sharp tang of anger and frustration.

  “I intend to speak to Nahuatl.”

  It couldn’t be forbidden.

  Koren shrugged, and his emotions fell away. “Do so. If the ancestors have plans for the healer, then they will make them known. Until then your first duty is as enforcer. Or do you wish to step aside and let another claim the position?”

  “No.”

  “Then tell me what happened in Wolf territory.”

  They’d reached a place of both stalemate and compromise. Aryck accepted the opportunity to move past the issue of Rebekka—for now.

  “It’ll be easier to show you,” he said, and, with the touch of his mind to his father’s, condensed the important images and conveyed them in a brief stream of information.

  When it was done Koren said, “You did well to take the initiative and suggest the possibility of alliance. I will speak to Nahuatl and Phaedra first, then to the elders individually, sharing this information with them and drawing on their memories. Take a few others and swear them to secrecy. Search our lands for signs disease has spread here, and for evidence the humans might be responsible for what happened in Wolf territory. Then see if you can draw the attention of the Hyena and Coyote enforcers, and if they, too, might support alliance.”

  It meant a delay in speaking with Nahuatl about Rebekka. It meant his father would speak to the shaman first.

  Aryck pushed away his uneasiness that the ancestors would be influenced or change their minds before he could make his case to the shaman and ask for Nahuatl’s intercession with them, or the guidance necessary for him to face them himself in a Petitioner’s Rite.