Too Hot to Touch

by Lora Leigh

  There were few things religious that he knew or understood. But this one, he knew. His trainer had, surprisingly, been a religious man. He’d told them once about St. Michael. That if they were honorable warriors, if they were good soldiers, then the saint would look upon them benevolently. No matter their lack of soul, he seemed to think.

  Inside the box was a silver chain and medallion. St. Michael, the patron saint of warriors. To wear his medallion was to call upon his benevolence.

  He licked his lips nervously as she lifted the chain from its bed of velvet and released the catch. He leaned into her and let her secure it around his neck before lifting it, turning it.

  ALL MINE. LOVE, HALEY. His heart nearly burst at the words, his throat thickening as he stared back at her.

  “Open yours,” he whispered.

  She opened the bag and froze. Her eyes lifted to his, and he saw the hope that filled them.

  She drew the little box out, her hands shaking, and opened it slowly.

  A single tear fell from her eye.

  “Will you marry me, Haley?”

  She covered her lips with her fingers as he drew the diamond solitaire from its place, lifted her left hand, and pushed it onto her finger. The fit was perfect. The diamond glowed with a rich cascade of color, just like her tree.

  “Are you sure?” she finally whispered. “You want to marry me?”

  “Haley, you’re mine,” he told her softly. “My heart, my soul. Your laughter, your tears, your sorrow and joy. And your beliefs. I want every tie I can put around us, so everyone knows that you’re always mine.”

  She kissed him. A hard, tearful kiss before she jumped from the couch and ran to her room.

  Noble blinked in surprise. He stood up and followed her, stepping into her bedroom and following to the open bathroom door.

  She was digging through a little cardboard box. Tears were dampening her face, worrying him, until she evidently found exactly what she was looking for.

  She turned and held them out to him.

  Wedding bands. One thick gold band. The other smaller.

  “My grandparents’.” She looked back at him uncertainly. “Can we wear them?”

  He touched the rings and stared back at her before sighing. “Haley, you could put a collar on me, and I’d wear the damned thing with pride. These? Baby, these I’ll wear with joy.”

  She laid the rings carefully back into place, closed the box, and turned back to him.

  “I love you.”

  And nothing had ever sounded sweeter.

  He touched her cheek, lowered his lips to hers, and let himself feel her kiss, the love, the acceptance, the joy she found in him. The joy he found in her.

  Haley parted her lips beneath his, licked at his, pressed until he gave her what she needed. What she craved. The mating heat was just a low simmer inside her, but his kiss, his taste was something she would always crave. The wild, hot taste of him fed her senses. His touch as he pulled her dress from her body fed her lust. His need for her fed her love.

  She pushed his shirt from his shoulders, tore at his belt, at the buttons of his jeans until she released the weight of his cock into her hand.

  It throbbed, fierce and proud, as she stroked it. The engorged head pulsed at her touch, and his groan fed her need for him.

  “The bed,” she whispered.

  “Not moving.” He nipped at her lips. “I’ve waited too fucking long now.”

  He turned her, and Haley found herself staring into the mirror, watching his face as he moved behind her. He bent her over the cabinet, holding her hips as he bent his knees and tucked the head of his fierce erection between her thighs.

  He’d only pushed his jeans to his thighs, she felt the scrape of the fabric against the backs of her legs. She stared into the mirror, saw the gleam of the medallion she had given him against one of the dark spots across his chest.

  Then her gaze lifted to his, and she was caught, snared, trapped within the heated black depths of his eyes. There, emotion swirled. Love, tenderness, sometimes confusion, and through it all was possessiveness.

  Her back arched as he moved inside her. Slow, easy strokes, stretching her internal muscles, burning them, raking across tender nerve endings with exquisite pleasure.

  His hands slid from her hips to her breasts, stroking them, playing with her nipples as they watched each other, loved each other.

  Haley curled her arms behind her, held on to his neck and tilted her head, baring her shoulder. She knew what he needed when he looked at her like that. When the pleasure was growing between them like a ravening hunger, tearing at their senses, at their control.

  “Haley.” He groaned her name, his head dipping, his tongue stroking over the small mark at her shoulder. His tongue laved it, his lips caressed it.

  His strokes inside her became harder, deeper, the slap of flesh, the moans that filled the bathroom gaining in volume until Haley felt herself come alive in his arms.

  This wasn’t a little death, as the French called it. It was life. It exploded within her. It lit her senses with a rainbow hue of colors to rival the brightest Christmas tree and filled her with an ecstasy that she knew she could no longer live without.

  It completed her.

  And when the barb locked him to her, and his release spilled into her, it finished that completion in a round of fireworks that she knew even the Fourth of July couldn’t compare to.

  When she could see again, when she could think again, it was to watch his head lift from her shoulder, to see his face relaxed and infused with pleasure.

  “Merry Christmas, Noble,” she whispered, touching his cheek, their gazes meeting in the mirror once more.

  “Merry Christmas, Haley,” he whispered back. “And thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For being the most precious present a Breed could ever receive.”

  A CHRISTMAS KISS

  • • •

  •ACKNOWLEDGMENTS•

  A special thank-you to all the dear and special friends who have stood behind me, beside me and in front of me through a very difficult year.

  Lue Anne, Natalie, Jennifer and Janine. Jessica, Crissy, Donna and Sheila. For my son, Bret, who always has my back; and my dearest friend, Sharon, who has supported me more times than I can count.

  For my daughter, Holly, for running the roads; and Ryan, for putting up the fence. For Renae, for helping when I needed it the most; and for Ann Marie, for the shoes and wonderful e-mails.

  All of you have made my life brighter, enriched it and understood when things got crazy.

  Thank you.

  •CHAPTER 1•

  WOLF MOUNTAIN, COLORADO

  WOLF BREED COMPOUND, HAVEN

  There was something about a winter snowfall that Jessica Raines had always loved. A sense of warmth, despite the cold. A sense of wonder, a remnant of her childhood that she had never lost.

  Now, as she moved through the soft, heavy winter white that fell around her, she had never felt less like a child. At twenty-four, she felt old, worn and tired.

  Christmas was coming. Lights were strung around the Wolf Breed Compound of Haven and windows were lit up with the festive colors of the season as lavishly decorated trees twinkled merrily into the winter night.

  Christmas was coming and Jessica had never felt less festive.

  The snow was beautiful though. She had missed it last year during her imprisonment in the underground cells to which the Wolf Breeds had kept her confined. Because she had been a traitor. No matter how reluctantly, still, she had betrayed the very people she had believed in so deeply. Even as she had done it, helpless against the compulsions rising inside her, Jessica had raged, fought, screamed silently. But still, she had hidden information, relayed defense maneuvers and revealed the residences of the Wolf Breed alpha and his mate, as well as their second-in-command, to her father.

  The pure blood society he had worked with had nearly killed them. If she hadn’t found the streng
th to pull two of the mates from their homes before the attack, then they would have been killed.

  She pushed her fingers through her hair, tugging at the tender roots as she fought to make sense of the betrayal her father had dealt her. He had been sending her to certain death. He had to have known it. The drug he had slipped into her food and drinks when she visited, the orders he had given her—he had known beyond a shadow of a doubt that she would be caught, and that she would die. And still, he had done it.

  She couldn’t even ask him why he had done it. He was dead now. The society he had been a part of was disbanded. Advert, the small town outside the Breed compound was under Wolf Breed control, but still, Jessica suffered.

  She had lost everything because of his hatred for a species that hadn’t asked to be created. One that was determined to survive now that it existed. He had sacrificed his daughter, and then his own life, for nothing.

  She lifted her face to the falling snow and imagined the dampness on her skin was the moisture of the melting ice. It wasn’t. It was tears, and she knew it. Her father wasn’t the only one who had lost in his bid to destroy the Breeds; Jessica had lost as well, much more than anyone could imagine.

  Pausing, she leaned against the large trunk of a towering oak and gazed up at the close canopy of thick, dark clouds. The snow was flying thicker, harder. It suddenly had a heavy, ominous feel to it, as though nature were moving in to exact vengeance for crimes untold.

  Or perhaps against her.

  Grimacing at the flight of fancy, she shook her head before moving quickly to turn back to the cabin she had left. That sudden movement was followed by a loud retort and a chunk of bark striking her in the face.

  There was a second of disbelief, a pause as the realization that someone was shooting at her filtered through her system, before Jessica jumped behind the tree, heart racing, fear pounding within her.

  Someone had just fired on her.

  She was in the middle of the forest with no coat, no weapon, no guards. She was undefended in a place where she shouldn’t have needed defending.

  Now what?

  She stared around the bleak winter landscape, fighting to catch her breath through the pounding of her heart as she tried to think quickly. Logically.

  She couldn’t see anyone, couldn’t sense anyone. Right now she would give her eyeteeth for those nifty super-senses the Breeds possessed. Advanced hearing, seeing and sense of smell would come in handy right now.

  She couldn’t stand there much longer, she told herself. She was going to have to move soon or the shooter could work his way around until he had a line of sight on her that she couldn’t escape.

  There was only one course of action. She gripped the rough trunk of the tree, hard, before throwing herself past it and racing for the large rocks and boulders a short distance away.

  Shots fired behind her. Clumps of dirt flew up, striking against her as she ran. She slid into the snug embrace of the boulders, flinching on a hard shudder as another bullet exploded against the side of a huge rock.

  “Cowards,” she bit out furiously, pushing herself as close against the rock as she could. “Bastards.”

  Surely to God one of the Breeds would have heard the gunshots by now. Haven, the Wolf Breed Compound, was patrolled by one of the best Breed security forces in the world. So where were they now? Maybe it hadn’t really been such a good idea to slip away from her bodyguard.

  On hands and knees she crawled through the mess of boulders lying around like a child’s toys tossed about haphazardly.

  The sharp retort sounded again, this time sending chips of stone flying over her head as she wedged herself between upright columns and fought to make herself as small as possible.

  She was dead. The Breeds should have just killed her a year ago when they were debating the action, because she was definitely going to die now.

  Where the hell were the Breed patrols? Or was that who was shooting at her?

  Fear rushed through her system in a surge of adrenaline as the next shot sent a bullet tearing into the stone above her head. They were getting closer. She wasn’t going to survive. She would die here, in the cold and the snow, and it would probably take a while for someone to find her body. Evidently no one was too concerned with her now that she had been released, though she was confined to Haven. It was probably a Breed trying to kill her.

  “Jess.” A hand clamped over her mouth and strong arms jerked her behind the rocks as another shot struck beside her shoulder.

  Heated, hard and male, the large body she was suddenly cushioned against was a welcome relief, a place of security as she recognized the voice at her ear.

  Hawke Esteban.

  Relief poured through her system with enough force to leave her dizzy. One arm curled around her waist, dragging her backward to the security of another outcropping of the large rocks she had been using for protection.

  “What the hell are you doing out here?” he hissed in her ear, his dark, brooding voice sizzling with anger.

  She tried to shake her head. How the hell was she supposed to talk with his calloused palm clapped over her lips?

  “Stay still,” he ordered as she struggled against him. “Mordecai and Rule are moving in on the shooter.”

  Mordecai, the cold, steel-hard Coyote assigned to Haven from the Coyote pack in the cliffs above, and Rule, the Lion Breed who normally worked as personal security for the Director of Breed Affairs, Jonas Wyatt.

  Both men were killers, true stone-cold Breeds bred to shed blood.

  “Let’s get you out of here.” His hand slid away from her mouth. “Stay behind me. We’ll work our way back to the cabin and let them take care of business here.”

  • • •

  Hawke could feel fear crawling through his system as he gripped Jessica’s hand, and following Rule’s directions, began to lead her along the most secure path back to the cabin she had been assigned.

  Fear was an unknown emotion to him, until now. Until he had faced the realization that someone was shooting at his mate. That he could lose her. That everything he had fought for over the past year could end in her death.

  He couldn’t face it, he realized in the moments that he, Mordecai and Rule had raced to her rescue. He couldn’t face Jess’s death. In the past year she had already faced more than any woman should have had to endure; to lose her this way was more than he could contemplate.

  Lifting his head, he pulled the scents of the forests into his nostrils, drawing farther away from the sharp tang of evil and gunfire. He could literally smell the intent of the man stalking Jess. The murderous anger; the determination to kill her.

  “He’s drawing away, Hawke.” Mordecai’s voice came over the communication link. “We don’t have an ID yet, just scent. Rule is moving in place to capture.”

  “Capture, don’t kill,” Hawke warned the Coyote Breed, his voice hard. “I want enough left to question.”

  “If I have to,” Mordecai drawled.

  “You’re dragging me, Hawke,” Jess protested behind him.

  He was dragging her. He was pulling her through the forests at a quick pace, forcing her to keep up with him as he rushed her back to safety.

  There had been no report that she had left her cabin, though there were strict orders that he was to know each time she so much as stepped out on the porch.

  “We have to get back to the cabin.” He slowed his steps marginally though, knowing she didn’t have the endurance that he himself had. “Did you let anyone know you were leaving the cabin?”

  “No,” she stated mutinously behind him. “I didn’t want company.”

  “Well, you had company anyway,” he growled. “The wrong sort.”

  “Story of my life,” she muttered.

  He glared back at her before jerking his head forward again and concentrating on getting her to safety.

  He should have known better than to look back at her. Each time he looked at her he was struck by a rush of arousal that bordered on
painful, just as he had been the first time he saw her two years ago.

  With her red-gold hair falling behind her shoulders in heavy, ribbon-straight curtains, her wide blue eyes and porcelain perfect skin, she was like a vision of angelic innocence. Cupid’s bow lips, finely arched brows, high cheekbones. Her slender body was sleek and compact; at five feet and six inches, a little on the short side compared to Breeds, but with generous breasts and tempting hips.

  She made a man think of all the nasty things he could do to that perfect body even as he felt like a perverted monster whenever he looked into her innocent face.

  The innocence was real. Jessica Raines was still a virgin, as medical reports attested. And she was his mate.

  “What the hell were you doing out here by yourself?” He snarled at her, angry at himself for the overriding lust tormenting him; angry at her for being the innocent, delicate creature she was.

  “I’m always by myself,” she snapped back. “Why should a walk in the woods be any different?”

  He almost winced at the statement, because it was the truth. She’d been imprisoned for a year, seeing only the doctor, a few of the higher ranking Breed female mates and her interrogators until they managed to figure out why Jessica had betrayed them. When she had been released, it had been into Haven only. She wasn’t allowed off the compound. She was given her own cabin, and most Breeds steered well clear of her because she was his mate.

  “You have bodyguards,” he reminded her coldly. “Sharone and Emma were assigned to you when you were released. They’re not exactly unfriendly, so why weren’t they with you?”

  Sharone and Emma, two of the rare Coyote Breed females, loved trouble. He’d expected any day to have to deal with a situation they had orchestrated where Jess was concerned.

  “They have two days off.” She shrugged. “I imagine today was one of those days.”

  “Ashley?” He barked out the name of the other coyote female. “She’s on backup.”

  She shrugged again. He felt the movement through her arm as they cleared the woods and headed for the cabin. The compound was on red alert. Breeds were rushing through the woods now, the main gates were closed and the entire compound on lockdown.