by Meg Ripley
“I’m—” Susanna fell silent as the leader of their pride was pulled away by someone else, and Thomas knew she had been about to say, I’m not sick. His heart hurt for her then.
Now, he had to convince her to face the woman who had implied her fragility so many times, and insist on being heard. “Do you want to do it tomorrow?” Thomas asked, and Susanna rolled her eyes.
“You know I don’t want to,” she answered. “But it’s our only option. This is the one vision I’ve had more than once, and since every one of them came true, this one will, too.” She swallowed hard and shivered, undoubtedly reliving the image now. She downed the rest of her drink and stood up, looking Thomas in his eye with sudden urgency. Susanna pulled him into a standing position and ran her hands down the long lines of his body, smiling as she dropped both of her hands to his hips. “Help me take my mind off this?”
Thomas cupped her chin with one hand, leaned down, and kissed her gently, intending to pull back and give her a verbal answer. She didn’t give him the chance; one of her hands pressed against the back of his head of short brown curls, and the other started to tug at his belt.
Thomas laughed against her soft lips, pulling back from the kiss when she finally tugged his belt strap free. “Whoa, buy a guy dinner first!”
“I’ll make your favorite,” Susanna said throatily. She bent over and slipped off her shorts, revealing that she was naked under the black cotton fabric. Thomas felt blood rush to his cock as his eyes took in the firm curve of her ass and the shock of curly black hair covering her mound. “Or you can just eat me,” she said coyly, and slipped her t-shirt over her head. Her small, round breasts were also uncovered by underwear, and he couldn’t stop himself from taking a step forward and cupping one of them into his palm. His lioness shoved his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, and his erect shaft sprang upward after being freed from its confines.
Susanna moaned softly as Thomas’ thumb and forefinger twisted and pulled the gentle flesh of her nipple. He watched her eyes close as he tugged on her skin, and she let out a sharp cry when his other hand slipped between her legs to probe her wetness, leaning back against the glass table as pleasure started to roll through her body. He pushed first one long finger into her dripping opening, then two, slowly pulling his hand back and relishing the eager motion of her hips in response to his fingering. Her breath was coming fast already, and he kissed her passionately as he plunged his fingers deep into her pussy.
Thomas’ eyes glided up and down her lithe frame, marveling at the even tone of her warm skin, the gentle motion of her stomach as her muscles trembled in response to his strokes. Her right hand shot out and closed around his shaft, and a current of pleasure slammed against his senses, tearing a gasp from his lips. She started to move her hand slowly up and down his cock, using his precum to lubricate her strokes. He kissed her again, and she nipped his lip with her teeth. When she pulled back, it was as though her gaze was fire itself.
“Fuck me,” Susanna begged as his thumb pressed against her swollen clit and she arched her back. “Please, Thomas! Please.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Thomas held Susanna by her waist as she laid flat on the table, spreading her legs wide for him as he moved in front of her.
“Oh,” she moaned as he pushed himself against her and started to stretch and fill her tight walls. Susanna’s hands gripped his as he pushed his hips against hers, breathing as heavily as he buried his length inside her. He watched his shaft glide inside her, mesmerized by the way his glistening member sank inside her again and again. “Yes! Yes!”
Her hands went to her breasts to squeeze and knead the bouncing flesh, and Thomas grunted as wave after wave of ecstasy passed through him, intensified by the sight of his long cock slipping between his mate’s legs. He was thrusting himself inside her to his hilt, filling her completely. He angled his hips so he could press against her G-spot, and her noises grew desperate. She was looking up at him as though he held the moon for her, her features breathtaking in her wild desire.
Too soon, he felt the first shudders of orgasm on the horizon, and Susanna’s moans became shrieks as he thrust between her thighs faster and harder. He hoped no one was outside, because his cries were getting louder and more passionate as well. The lioness wrapped her legs around his hips as he slammed against her, leaning forward to wrap his arms around her body as he pounded her pussy. Her juices were coating his pelvic area, and more covered her thighs; she was literally soaking wet; he thought, how did she get so wet?
“I’m coming,” Thomas gasped, and he felt the walls of her pussy clench around him as he rocketed in and out of her body. “Baby, I’m coming!”
Susanna let him know she was coming by raking her fingernails down his back as she screamed her orgasm to the sky. She was so beautiful that Thomas nearly stopped stroking, but the next second he exploded inside her, and his strokes became wild and untamed as they both bucked their hips against one another, trying to sap the last of the pleasure from their compulsive romp. Susanna pulled gently on his wild curls as his strokes slowed and finally stopped.
When they were both finished, Thomas pulled out and watched Susanna dress, and she seemed noticeably calmer.
“Did that really do the trick?” he asked as he pulled on his boxers and pants, even though he knew the answer. She smiled lazily at him.
“Yup. That did the trick alright.”
****
The next morning, they met in the basement of the community center that served as their unofficial meeting hall. There were thirty of them present, nearly the whole pride; Susanna, Thomas, and Natalie were on a long couch in the middle of the room, but the rest of the pride had to stand. Thomas and Evan presented their findings first, and then immediately gave the floor to Susanna, who promptly told them about her recurring vision.
“And you still don’t know where the building is?” Natalie asked after she finished speaking.
Susanna shook her head. “No. I just see the single building’s wall, then the fire climbing the face of it. Then I hear us screaming—all of us. I can separate the voices as I hear them; they’re so loud and sharp.”
Natalie shivered, her eyes wide and troubled. “So, on top of everything else, you keep seeing your own death? And the demise of our pride?”
“In a vision,” Susanna said, sounding nervous. Thomas took one of her hands from his spot on the couch beside her and gave it a squeeze, sending her a little of his metaphysical energy to help her stay steady. “It has the same feel as all the others, the same perspective, the same…tint.”
“Tint?” asked someone from the edge of the room.
Susanna’s face turned pensive as she tried to find the right words. “Yeah, like…a filter. Everything just has an edge of malice. As if there’s a bad spirit causing all of this.”
“You’re saying we’re haunted?” came a woman’s voice near the back. A woman with short, curly blonde hair elbowed her way to the front so she could lock her gaze with Susanna’s, and her brown eyes were teeming with fear. She turned to Natalie. “This land isn’t on an Indian burial ground or something, is it? Would you be able to tell?”
“Um…no,” Natalie said slowly. “Not all Native Americans get tingles when we’re standing over the bones of our ancestors, Leslie. I think you should calm down.” She fixed the lioness with a glare, and Leslie sank back into the crowd. Natalie’s face was contemplative, and there was a low murmur coursing around the room as everyone whispered amongst themselves. Thomas felt his heartbeat speed up, and he couldn’t quite discern why; then their matriarch took a breath, and the noise dropped away.
“Thank you for bringing this to my attention,” Natalie said to Susanna. “This is invaluable information. I think for now, though, since we don’t know where these visions are coming from—or even if this one will come true—we should just wait to see if more information makes itself known in your flashes.”
Heads around the room were nodding, but Th
omas noticed the hardness underneath his mate’s tone as she spoke. “If it comes true?”
Natalie gasped, and she looked genuinely remorseful. “I didn’t mean to imply that it wouldn’t, only that we don’t know for sure. All of your other visions came true within days or even hours, and this one has been happening for three weeks now—long after we eliminated our last threat.”
Thomas felt anger stir in his chest, and he heard himself speak before he realized he had chosen to voice his question. “So, what are you saying?” He fought to keep the disappointment from his voice, and Susanna’s face was impressively stoic, but Natalie hadn’t reacted in the way either of them had hoped.
She shifted in her seat, looking uncomfortable. “Susanna, you’ve been through a lot, and you’re still getting a hold on your powers, just like everyone else. I think your anxiety is a factor in how you’ve been dealing with this, and I think it’s making you believe we’re in danger, when the danger has already passed.”
“How do we know it’s passed?” Ariel asked fretfully, and Evan squeezed her shoulder in a soothing gesture. “How do we know we’re not going to be targeted again? What’s stopping them?”
Natalie looked annoyed, even angry, but her features smoothed out so quickly that Thomas wasn’t sure he’d really seen it. “We know, because the council is coming for a visit, and nobody would dare make a move with the council on our soil.”
The silence that fell over the room was so thick that it seemed deafening. Then the room exploded with noise, and Charlie stood and held up a hand for silence. It took longer than when Natalie called for order, but this was big news: whenever the council visited to investigate a matter, all the other shifter communities were informed, and word would make its way to the underground as well. In simple terms, news of the authority’s arrival would be flooding all corners of any world having anything remotely in common with the lion shifters. This meant everyone would be on their best behavior until they left.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Thomas asked, feeling dread knot in his stomach. “Council visits always have advanced word.” We have no time to prepare a proper welcome, he thought wildly. Then he saw Susanna’s expression—confused and cautious—and felt the knot of dread tighten.
“Calm down,” Natalie ordered. “I didn’t tell anyone because I’m taking care of it. We’re going to be preparing a small welcome for the single representative that’s coming by. It’s not even an official investigation; they just heard we might need to be rebuilding human structures, and wanted to pop in to make sure there were no violations.”
“When did you hear this?” Evan asked, and Thomas realized he hadn’t been told, either.
Natalie looked embarrassed. “Three weeks ago, a week after we got rid of our bad guys. But like I said, Charlie and I are taking care of the fanfare. I really don’t want you guys to worry about this. We need to be focusing on moving toward unlocking our powers.”
Thomas looked around and saw that most of the pride had calmed at her words, but Susanna hadn’t. Her lips were pressed tightly together, but they were pushed upward in a tense smile.
“Does that make sense?” Natalie asked her, and her voice was as anxious as her expression. “If the visions change or become more vivid, we’ll talk about it again. But for now, what’s best for you is rest and relaxation.”
“Right,” Susanna said brightly, but the word was as empty as a light bulb. Natalie’s smile faltered, but she seemed to realize she shouldn’t push the issue. She held out one palm toward the other lioness, and after a tense moment, Susanna pressed her cheek to her matriarch’s skin.
“Thank you, Susanna,” she said as she stood. “It means a lot to me that you trust me on this.”
As she walked away, Susanna stared daggers at her back and sat motionless while everyone else filtered out. They were talking and joking as though nothing out of sorts had just happened. Thomas waited for the room to clear before turning to speak to her.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
Susanna was shaking her head. “What can we do?” she asked, her voice miserable. “She shut me down. We’re just going to have to sit here and wait.”
“While someone comes to burn us?” Thomas’ voice was more fearful than he meant to show, and Susanna looked up, startled at his tone. “We have to do something,” he said fiercely. “We have to save our pride. “
“How?” Susanna asked, her voice taking on a hysterical edge. “How? And who’s going to help us?”
“I will,” came a voice behind them. They turned to see Leslie standing in the doorway, wearing a bashful expression. Apparently, she’d come back after everyone cleared out. Thomas was disturbed by how quietly she’d come back in.
“Remember the accident in front of my house?” she asked. “Those cars that crashed…one of them was trying to hit me, but I moved too fast for him, and I could never prove it. But I always felt like something was off about that day, and about the other incidents.” She paused, and took a deep breath. “I also noticed the scent of a human around each scene I came across. The same human.”
Susanna let out a noise of fright. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you wait?”
“The same reason you waited,” Leslie said, as though it were obvious. “I didn’t think anyone would believe me, but now I have more reason to believe that something odd is going on.”
She hurried over to the couch and sat in the spot Natalie had just vacated. “If this is a human doing these things, it must be happening for a reason,” she continued.
“Whoa!” Thomas said suddenly. “You really think a human is doing this? Targeting us, making problems…trying to kill us?”
“What else could explain finding the same scent at each scene?” Leslie countered.
Thomas fell silent, because he really couldn’t think of anything else. Their noses were incredibly sensitive, so he had to trust that she knew an individual scent signature when she smelled one.
“Plus,” Susanna said slowly, “Why would the council reopen the investigation? I don’t buy that it’s just because they’re worried about the humans. Have you ever known them to reopen a closed case that took them less than a day to pass a verdict on? Or less than a week, even?”
Thomas thought over her words, turning them around in his mind as Susanna started to warm up to her own words.
“Maybe they’re coming because they don’t think the attacks are over either,” she pressed. “Maybe they see the pattern of attacks that the crazy lioness left, and they’re finally going to address it.” She turned her eyes to Thomas, but he was shaking his head, the dread in his stomach still growing weightier by the second.
“What is it?” she asked tersely.
He paused, unsure if he should voice his thoughts, but both women were looking at him with such intensity that he couldn’t avoid speaking any longer. “I don’t think the council is coming at all.”
The women spoke in unison. “What?”
“Hear me out,” he said, removing his glasses as he began. “Why else hadn’t we heard about it? We all have shifter friends in other places, and if there really was a visit, we would have heard about it. Everyone knows what a big deal a council visit is.” He paused for effect. “Everyone.”
Susanna’s eyes widened in understanding, but Leslie looked lost. “What? What are you saying?”
“A council visit is such a big deal that it would pull our matriarch’s attention away from real emergencies,” Susanna whispered as settled over her features. “And everyone would know that. Even humans.”
Leslie’s expression slowly morphed into one of quiet horror. “A human faked a council letter? How? Why? They’d need the seal, our official mailing address…” she gasped and slapped one hand over her mouth. “They’ve been trying to scare us, and then kill us when scaring us didn’t work. Even that tree, it was on the other side of Natalie’s house.”
“It fell the wrong way,” Thomas realized. “And they tried to
hit you when they realized you were catching their scent.” He turned to Susanna, his heart thundering in his chest. “We need to figure out where they’re trying to burn us. Does the wall have any markings? Any spots, cracks, weird paint?”
“No!” Susanna said, her voice almost a shout. “No, I don’t know anything yet. Just that we’re trapped, and—”
“What?” Leslie and Thomas asked together, leaning toward her on the couch.
“A field,” she said quietly. “I can see a field in the vision. Wide and green and flat, with a yellow house way in the distance.”
Then Thomas understood. “Our house.” They were somewhere beyond the stretch of grass beyond their backyard—somewhere near a farm, maybe even a barn. He wondered how much time they had before the vision came true, and a chill passed through him when he realized that this could be his last day on earth. He took Susanna’s hand in his and smiled.
“What do we do now?” he asked.
“Tell Natalie,” she said immediately. “Then go find that house.” Her vivid green eyes were resolute, grim with the determination to see this ordeal through. She was still a soldier, even if she no longer had a rank. I hope this doesn’t break you, he thought, then felt guilty for seeing her in the same way as the rest of the pride. I just can’t stand to see you unheard.
“What if she still doesn’t believe us?” Leslie asked, voicing Thomas’ concern without realizing it. “What if she still thinks the council is coming, and that we’re safe?”
Susanna turned to the other lioness, and the look in her eye was every bit as fierce as it had been during her days of active duty. “Then we go find the house anyway,” she said. “We still have to stop this bastard. I’m not letting him hurt my pride.”
****
Luckily, Natalie was much more receptive with three lions insisting she listen. After they’d ridden back home, Susanna called an emergency meeting of the two leaders of the pride so they could fill them in. Charlie was on board almost immediately; apparently, he’d wondered why he hadn’t heard about a council visit from friends or family either.
