Feline Breeds 2: The Man Within

by Lora Leigh

  “We won’t let them take me, Taber. Together, we’ll be okay.” She pushed his hair back from his face as he opened his eyes, staring down at her, aching with the beauty he saw in her.

  “I won’t let them.” He shook his head. “I will have to kill again…”

  “And I will be right beside you when you do.” She laid her fingers over his lips. “I will always be here, Taber. And we’ll face the aftermath together. Just as we are now.”

  Did he deserve her? Hell, no, he knew he didn’t, but he knew there wasn’t a chance he was going to let her get away from him, either.

  He cleared his throat as he leaned back from her, groaning at the erection suddenly straining between them.

  “I have to talk to Callan,” he sighed. “Then we’ll take care of other things.” He glanced down at his stubborn organ once again.

  Roni moved to turn off the shower then grabbed the large towels she had laid out before leading him beneath the spray of water. He watched her in bemusement as she dried him like a babe.

  “You would make an excellent mother,” he whispered, imagining her bathing their child, caring for it as tenderly as she was caring for him, or more so.

  A soft flush stained her cheeks. “I love children.” She moved behind him, stroking the towel over his flesh as it soaked up the last of the water.

  “Will you be upset when you conceive?” he finally asked her as he cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I should have thought before forcing my first kiss on you. Before binding you so effectively. I should have explained…”

  “Wouldn’t have changed anything.” She came back around, grabbed another towel and dried herself. “I would have wanted you anyway.”

  He stilled, almost uncomprehendingly. “Are you certain, Roni?”

  She paused, then breathed in deeply as wry amusement crossed her face. “Taber, that nice big cock of yours isn’t the only thing I had on my mind when I saw you, you know. It was you I missed all those months. It was you I dreamed of before you ever touched me sexually. It was your babies I’ve always dreamed of having. Otherwise, you would have found my knee driving your balls up to your throat when you did kiss me. Now are you satisfied?”

  He winced. She wasn’t above it. She had done just such a thing before.

  “Understood.” He nodded quickly.

  “Good. Now I know Callan’s waiting downstairs for you. I’m going to curl up on the couch until you get back. Kane and some others were bolting the glass doors in place earlier, so maybe I can still manage a few hours of sleep before this place gets crazy again.”

  She looked exhausted. The constant worry, sexual needs and physical danger were taking a toll on her.

  “Sleep in the bed…”

  She shook her head. “I can’t sleep there without you. So hurry up. I’m getting pretty damned tired.”

  He dressed in clean clothes while she pulled on one of his large T-shirts, the hem nearly reaching her knees, before grabbing a spare blanket from the quilt rack in the bedroom and heading for the sofa.

  “I’ll be back soon.” He bent and kissed her soft lips as she stared up at him drowsily. “Hurry and come back. I’ll need you soon.”

  He could smell the need building in her. He nodded abruptly and turned and left the room. She couldn’t live like this much longer, he thought. She was becoming exhausted, worn down. If she didn’t conceive soon, then he worried that her health would suffer. But what, he wondered, would happen when she did conceive?

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Roni was starved the next morning. She had awakened late, showered and dressed, and headed immediately to the kitchen as she followed the scents of bacon, eggs and biscuits.

  When she entered the sunlit room, it was to find the three women talking softly over heaping plates and steaming coffee. Her mouth watered violently.

  “On the stove.” Sherra grinned at her as she eyed the plates with starving desperation.

  “I feel like someone cut a hole in my stomach,” Roni sighed. “Taber’s going to have to install a kitchen in that damned apartment he calls a bedroom if he insists on spending all his time up there.”

  “It won’t be much longer.” Dawn’s soft, melodic voice had Roni stilling in surprise as she turned to look at the other woman.

  “Excuse me?” she said, confused.

  Dawn shrugged. “You’ll conceive soon.”

  “And you know this how?” Roni asked as she lifted a plate from the center island and moved to the stove.

  “Because I can smell it.”

  “Dawn,” Sherra spoke up warningly.

  Roni glanced over as the other woman shrugged and lowered her head to her food.

  “So what does it smell like?” She frowned, poured a cup of coffee and carried it and her plate to the table.

  “We aren’t certain.” Sherra avoided her gaze.

  “Dawn sounded certain enough. Is it information that can only be given if you kill me later?”

  Merinus smothered her laughter, though Sherra frowned disapprovingly. “No, but maybe something you don’t want to hear yet.”

  Roni glanced back over at Dawn. “Give me a timeline and we’ll see how good you are.” She shoved a forkful of eggs in her mouth as Dawn turned to her in surprise.

  “Within the next seventy-two hours,” she finally said, and as soft as it was, her voice was more than confident. “I noticed it with Merinus, right before she and Callan were forced to run from the Council. I saw her perhaps three days later, and she had already conceived. Your scent is similar.”

  “So how does this scent thing work?” Roni swallowed the eggs and stared back at the other women.

  It was intriguing how easily the Breeds could pick up such senses. They were completely human, no matter the propaganda Roni was certain was being spread. But the gifts their animal DNA gave them were amazing.

  “It’s just a change in the pheromones.” Dawn shrugged. “As though a special, delicate fruit is slowly ripening. It seems whatever change is being made to the ovaries and the eggs, it produces this scent as it progresses.”

  Roni looked to Merinus. Ovary change? Her stomach dropped with a sudden, overriding fear.

  “The baby is completely normal.” Merinus laughed. “We’ve had several sonograms done and all the prenatal tests show everything is fine. You’ll conceive a normal baby boy or girl. I promise, no kittens, as Kane is wont to tease us with.”

  Fury flashed in Sherra’s eyes.

  “Excuse me. I have work to do.”

  Roni watched her in surprise, almost missing the regret that flickered across Merinus’ face as Sherra rose to her feet and deposited her plate in the sink.

  “Tell Callan I’ll be on patrol if he needs me,” she told Merinus as she walked from the room. “Tell Kane to get fucked.”

  Roni winced.

  “That’s his problem,” Merinus sighed as she glanced at Dawn. “She won’t let him touch her.”

  “I don’t blame her. And it’s time for me to go as well. I have detail on Mr. Andrews in just a few minutes. We don’t need him getting any more transmissions out.”

  Roni stilled, her coffee cup poised at her lips as her eyes widened. She set the cup down carefully as the ramifications of those few words hit her like a fist to the stomach.

  “He’s the reason they knew which room we were in,” she realized painfully, swallowing tightly as the food she had eaten threatened to come back up. “He told them where we were.”

  Merinus sighed heavily. “We can’t be certain, Roni. They’re still tracking the transmission.”

  “He sent a transmission out yesterday and last night we were attacked. The men found every weakness in security the estate possessed by sheer luck, I guess?” she snapped bitterly as she rose to her feet. “He nearly got us all killed and he’s still here, given the chance to try again.”

  Rage roiled through her chest. Dear God, what would it take to neutralize the threat her father had always been within her life? He
was only growing more determined now to destroy her than he had been in the years before.

  “Roni. Callan and Taber are taking care of it,” Merinus said gently. “Let them do what they have to do.”

  Roni speared her with a hard, vengeful look. “I don’t think so, Merinus. Not this time. Not again.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Roni was none too pleased with Taber. His refusal throughout the day to get rid of Reginald, or to allow her to find out what the hell he wanted only stroked her fear higher. He was dangerous—to her and to Taber. He had already proven that. The battle she had fought with Taber earlier only drove home the fact that Reginald was growing more conniving, more evil, than ever before. They couldn’t prove he had made the transmission. They only suspected it. To effectively put a stop to any threat he represented, they had to be certain. Just as they needed to know for certain who he was working with.

  The men who had attacked last night were no more than hired guns. Sometimes they worked for the Council, sometimes they worked for other sources. There was more than one source popping up in the world that had decided the Breeds didn’t deserve life. Reginald, if involved, was only one of many.

  He was her father. He was the man her mother had loved. Her sweet, gentle mother. Roni laid her head against the cool glass of the balcony door and fought the pain ripping through her chest.

  Margie Andrews had been one of the kindest, gentlest souls. Roni barely remembered her, but she remembered how her mother sounded, the soft lullabies she sang to her, the whispered promises of a better life. And she remembered her mother crying.

  It was one of her strongest memories from childhood. Her mother’s cries, muffled, pleading, as she begged Reginald for mercy. Please, Reggie. Please don’t hurt me…

  Roni flinched as the words echoed through her mind. It was her last memory of her mother. The last words she had heard Margie speak. The next morning her mother left for work, an hour later she was dead.

  “Weak bitch,” Reginald had muttered at the funeral. “She didn’t fight enough.”

  Roni had never been certain what he meant by those words, but as she grew older, they had stayed with her. Had he been behind her mother’s accident? Or had it been another of his muttered ramblings in regards to her mother’s frail health?

  She had been alone then and she felt alone now. She stared into the darkness fighting the old fears, the old wounds. She could feel the brink she stood on and it terrified her, the knowledge slowly building inside her.

  Her mother had loved Reggie with a single, driving obsessive emotion that had terrified the young Roni. It hadn’t made sense to her, how easily her mother would bow to his demands. She’d push aside her own wants and needs in deference to him. Even more than that, she pushed aside her daughter’s. How many nights had dinner been a meal of cornbread and the meager amount of potatoes her mother had grown in the backyard because Reggie had taken all the money for himself? Or the times she had watched him slap her, scream at her, because they had eaten the last of the groceries in the cupboard, leaving him to fend for himself?

  Her fists clenched. She had sworn she would never need a man so desperately. Had sworn she would never let herself be used, broken, because she loved. And here she was, unable to break away from the man who had that very power.

  It didn’t matter then that Taber had always held her with tenderness, had always given her heat and security rather than his fists. Her fears raged inside her as hot and bleak as the heat that throbbed in her pussy.

  For some reason nature had taken the choice away from her and Taber both. He was a man, fully mature, who had faced unspeakable horrors and beside him she felt like the child she feared she was. Frightened. Confused.

  She squared her shoulders and breathed in roughly. Okay, so she knew her problem. That was the first step to fixing it. Right? Her emotions had terrified her months before, once she realized how deeply Taber could hurt her. That letter she thought he had sent had destroyed her, broken a part of her. A part of her fighting, trying to heal only now that she was with him again.

  When your heart loves, Roni, there’s no fighting it. She remembered the saddened words her mother had whispered to her one night after another of Reginald’s attacks. Sometimes, protecting those you love, no matter what it takes, is more important than your own heart.

  And Roni knew now that she had to find a way to protect Taber. He didn’t know how vicious, how cruel, Reginald could be. He couldn’t, or else he would have never allowed him to stay. Taber knew loyalty, a need for freedom. He could never believe her father would do anything it took to achieve his own aims, even destroy his daughter. And Roni knew her destruction would bring Reginald a wealth of satisfaction. Finally. He had a weapon against her, and soon, she knew, he would use it.

  “Roni.” Taber’s voice, as dark as midnight, wrapped around her senses as he stepped into the room.

  Immediately the pulsing arousal that flowed through her body intensified. She turned from the window, pulling the gun from her waistband and laying it on a nearby table as she approached him. She reached for the hem of her shirt and stripped it quickly over her head.

  He was hers. Damn him. Damn Reginald and her fears.

  She tossed the shirt to the floor and toed off her sneakers.

  “Son of a bitch.” His hands went to his jeans.

  “Take me,” she challenged him as she pushed her own jeans from her hips and stepped out of them quickly. “I dare you.”

  There was a fever rising in her body. She didn’t want the bed. She didn’t want gentle mindless sex. She wanted to still the volcanic sparks of heat flaring inside her as she tore aside his control. She wanted to soothe him, enrage him, stroke and flail at him.

  His eyes narrowed on her. She loved it when he did that. The jade-green color sparkled dangerously, giving him a primal, predatory appearance.

  He growled, a feline rumble of warning as she smiled back at him in sensual challenge.

  “I could,” he told her softly, watching as she moved around him, keeping her within sight at all times. “I could take you down and mount you in a second, Roni.”

  She trembled at the dark warning. Her pussy spilled more of its slick juices along her swollen lips as her womb rippled in anticipation. She watched him breathe in deeply and knew he could smell the incredible heat filling her body. He tensed as he did, the muscles of his abdomen rippling as his cock jerked in anticipation.

  “Do you know what you’re tempting, Roni?” he asked her, his voice silky as she moved behind him, stepped closer, then smoothed her hands down the bunched contours of his back.

  Like rough silk. The soft pelt that covered his body tickled her palms as she stroked him. He shuddered beneath her hands.

  “I thought cats liked to be stroked.” She leaned forward, catching her breath as the hard pinpoints of her nipples brushed against his back.

  The rumbling growl that vibrated in his chest caused her to shiver in delight. It erotically stroked her senses, her arousal.

  Her hands moved around his waist, sliding across the clenched muscles of his stomach.

  “I used to dream of touching you,” she whispered as her lips smoothed over the striking tattoo on his left shoulder. The snarling Jaguar, its eyes narrowed in fury, ears laid back warningly. “I dreamed of making you moan, of hearing you whisper how desperately you wanted me.”

  “I want you until I feel broken inside from it, Roni.” He stayed still, tense, as her hands moved over him.

  “Can I heal you?” She laid her cheek against his shoulder, hearing the loneliness in his voice. The same dark emotion she had felt herself for so long.

  He shuddered under her hands as they caressed over his own straining nipples.

  “You heal me with every touch.” His arms were bunched, his body vibrating with the tight leash he had on his lust.

  Roni smiled slowly. Could she break the control? Could she remake them both in the fires that would explode from it? If the
y survived it.

  Her hands moved lower, tickling over the washboard stomach, heading unerringly for the strong stalk of his cock rising from his body.

  “Roni.” The word held immeasurable warning.

  “Yes, Taber?” She swallowed tightly as her hands caressed the crease of his thighs.

  He was close. So very close. She felt him prepare to move and jumped back. She laughed low and deep at the primitive growl coming from his throat as he reached for her and missed. She had a feeling the missing part was deliberate when she turned back and realized he was slowly stalking her.

  She moved along the room, watching him carefully, more than aware of the tension filling the room with a sexual awareness so thick it wrapped around her like gossamer threads of need.

  “I’m going to take you down,” he whispered as she skirted the couch, placing its width between them. “I’m going to mount you, Roni. Then I’m going to ride you until you’re screaming beneath me.”

  Her cunt beat out a demand that she drop to her knees then and there. She didn’t think so.

  “Been there, done that,” she drawled. “Be original, baby.”

  He snarled. Her pulse raced. Oh, that was the sexiest sound. Deep, vibrating in intensity.

  He moved then, a smooth, graceful leap that had her eyes widening in shock as he came over the couch. Her second’s hesitation was her downfall. Even as she was turning to run, his arm hooked around her waist and he lifted her from the floor.

  Roni fought frantically. Her body was burning, her cunt throbbing in desperation as adrenaline surged through her. She bucked in his arms as he laughed, her low scream of frustration and furious lust echoing around the room as he took her to the floor.

  There were no preliminaries. There was no need for them. The slick cream of her need dampened her thighs, flowing thick and hot from her pussy. His cock surged into the syrupy thickness filling her vagina as she arched back, screaming out at the pleasure.

  “Been here, baby?” He pounded inside her ruthlessly, his hands holding her hips relentlessly as his cock thrust hard and deep in the tight depths. “Done this?”