Hunted Intensity
Rebecca Airies
A story set in the same world as the Primal Attraction series.
Stranded at a cabin on the mountain by a fierce storm, Tori Cha’Nesat doesn’t expect to meet a gorgeous but apparently intoxicated shifter. Tyson’s amorous attentions leave her wanting more, but she’s torn between giving in to the hot desire, and guilt over hungering to be with him when he doesn’t know her.
Tyson followed his mate’s scent to a cabin, but his instincts are almost completely in control. Something’s wrong, but he can’t focus beyond her. He wants to make love and bond with Tori until she realizes she belongs with him. As the drug’s effects begin to fade, he can think beyond the raging need. He needs to get her to safety before his enemies destroy their chance at happiness.
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Hunted Intensity
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Hunted Intensity Copyright © 2011 Rebecca Airies
Edited by Helen Woodall
Cover art by Dar Albert
Electronic book publication January 2011
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Hunted Intensity
Rebecca Airies
Dedication
For Cait—Gorgeous, confident, talented, funny girl, you’re an inspiration.
Chapter One
Carallon, 865 Neshan Calendar
The sleek black tiron padded through the hazy light of the cloudy afternoon. Cold winds from the early summer storm barely penetrated his thick fur. Leaves crunched under his large paws as he paced through the forest and his fur stuck up in wet tufts from the sporadic rain. More was coming. The tiron could scent the water in the air and feel the energy of the storm crackling around him.
He lifted his head and his nostrils flared as he pulled in the cool mountain air. Her scent was stronger now. He’d found her trail earlier in the city and the lingering scent had caused a possessive lust to explode through him. His mate! Finding her had been his only thought. He’d left the city and began following her into the forest. He knew there was something he should have done, it nagged at the edge of his mind, just out of reach, but he couldn’t push past the drive to get to her. For now, all that mattered was her.
He had no idea why she was traveling alone through the mountains. Well, alone except for the canil with her. The animal’s tracks and scent had remained constantly at her side the entire time he’d been tracking her. It obviously wasn’t stalking her. It had to be a pet or a guard animal, because the beast’s scent was mixed with hers. In spite of the fact that she wasn’t totally without protection, he needed to be with her. Every instinct within him screamed for him to find her and protect her.
She was alone and the storm would break soon. He wouldn’t be able to rest until he knew she was safe with him. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
Tyson shook his head. He could feel a strange cloud growing in his mind. He knew that the wild instinctual part of him held more control than usual. At this point, little else mattered except finding his woman. He had no idea what he’d encounter as he trailed her around the mountain and away from the city, but he would get to her.
* * * * *
Tori brought more wood into the large cabin. She wanted to have enough to last through the night and into tomorrow although she doubted the storm would continue through the morning. She’d have to shelter here until the storm passed. Not that her aunt would miss her. Tori knew her aunt had made a place for her there after Tori’s brothers disappeared only because Tori’s uncle had ordered it. Since her uncle wasn’t there now, her aunt didn’t hide her animosity. If he had been at home, Tori wouldn’t have been sent to the city to deliver those goods on her own.
Still, the drop-off of the wares had happened as planned. The trouble had happened on the way back to the valley when the first part of the storm had hit earlier in the day. The michkal had run off when one of the first claps of thunder had sounded. The sturdy pack animal wasn’t the fastest beast, but she didn’t have a hope of catching it when it was panicked. She had no doubt that it would make it back to the stables on its own, but Tori wasn’t risking the mudslides and floods that could happen on this mountain on foot. Those bulging, deep gray clouds promised more than the small patches of rain that had been dumped so far.
She’d never been so glad to see a place as she had to see this isolated hunting cabin. Coming back from the town, she’d known she wouldn’t make it back to the valley before those heavy clouds burst. In good weather, it took nearly two days to reach the village from this point. On foot and in bad weather when there was a chance of flooding from rain, it could take more than extra time. It could take her life. The forest trails could be treacherous, not to mention the rivers. She expected a lonely, but hopefully short stay at the cabin. She didn’t think any other villagers were traveling and only someone familiar with the area would know of the shelter and that it would be stocked with the essentials.
Putting the wood down along the inside wall, she turned and whistled. Mirlu, her big gray canil, trotted over to her and into the cabin. She closed the door and barred it. Wiping her muddy boots on the thick brown woven rug near the door, she hung her wet coat on a peg near the door. Finally, she could get warm and rest for a while. She took the wood to the rough-hewn box near the fireplace and pulled off her boots as she settled in for the night.
Tori added a couple of logs to the fire and stirred the soup in a pot hanging in the huge rock fireplace. The cabin was stark and definitely bare. There weren’t even chairs or beds, only the essentials, supplies and a couple of pots for cooking. She took a seat on the cushions she’d placed on the bare plank floor in front of the fireplace and leaned back on her arms, relaxing for a moment. She had a fire for warmth, a comfortably padded pallet for the night and soup to eat.
Now she could rest while the storm rolled overhead. It was a relief and a much better option than having to stay out in the cold rain and eat whatever she could find in her bag or on the trail. That could have happened if the michkal had run off a little later in the trek around the mountain and through the forest to the valley.
She dozed slightly as the warmth of the fire filled the cabin. Her eyes snapped wide in alarm as the door rattled against the bar holding it closed. Mirlu stood and walked to the door, but he didn’t growl or even seem alarmed. His head cocked to the side and his long, pointed ears swiveled. Must be the wind. She turned back to the fire. The door banged against the bar again, but this time, it did it three times in a row. That couldn’t be just t
he wind.
The fact that Mirlu wasn’t agitated reassured her. The canil was protective and if it was anything or anyone he considered a threat, he’d be all fangs and growls. She rose and walked over to the door. She cautiously slid the board free of one of the loops and pulled the door open a little to look outside. Even though Mirlu wasn’t worried, she wasn’t going to take chances. The plank would keep it from opening fully.
She looked out and at first didn’t see anything, but then she looked down. A sleek black form stood right in front of the door. A big feline paw with long, sharp claws raked at the door. A tiron. She blinked. She’d only seen the animal form of a Santir shapeshifter in a book, but she couldn’t mistake it. Looking back at Mirlu, she raised her brows. Not a threat? The animal was huge. He stood chest high, muscled and she’d bet those claws of his had left marks on the door. She’d never met one of them, but she knew there were a couple of groups in the area.
The tiron stumbled sideways as it raised its paw to scratch at the door again. It didn’t even seem to be aware that she had it partially open. Okay, something was wrong. Maybe it, he or she, was hurt. Now that she wasn’t gaping in shock, she noticed that the tiron’s sides heaved with labored breaths. Where were the tiron’s friends? She knew shifters tended to stay in groups and seldom traveled alone. Wondering why the Santir was here during one of the worst storms to hit the area in years was going to have to wait. He was in trouble and obviously needed help.
She pushed the door closed far enough to remove the bar fully and then opened the door. Stepping to the side, she held open the door so the tiron could enter. The tiron’s eyes fixed on hers and it took a slow step forward. Its rounded head pressed into her stomach and even through the fabric of her shirt, she felt him take in a deep breath. A rolling purr rumbled through the beast as he turned and entered the cabin. The beast’s triangular ears swiveled and tipped back. He couldn’t seem to walk a straight line as he moved into the room.
She frowned as she followed him after shutting and barring the cabin door. What had that been about? Who was this shifter? Mirlu seemed comfortable with him, but right now she was questioning the canil’s ability to know what was dangerous. That shifter was huge and the claws on those paws looked lethal.
The tiron plopped on his butt in the middle of the floor and watched her with deep green eyes. Tori raised an eyebrow. She’d expected the tiron to change into human form. From what she knew about them, they weren’t shy about nudity, but maybe he was being considerate of her.
Tori bit her lip. She had no idea if she’d be able to find any clothing to fit him among the things on the shelf in the storage room. At least, she thought it was a he. After the way he’d pressed against her and the intense look in his eyes, she hoped it was a he. Without getting a little personal and much closer to him, she couldn’t be sure. Until he or she changed and there was proof, she’d just think of it as he. She didn’t even know what he really looked like or how tall he was. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes for a moment and took a calming breath as she ordered her thoughts. She was getting ahead of herself. The shifter needed to get warm and dry first and then they could see if there were some pants or something to fit him.
“I’ll go get a pallet and blankets for you. It’s wet and chilly out there. You look a little drenched,” Tori said hesitantly before she turned and headed toward the door to the storage area. She felt a little strange talking to a huge animal, but she knew he could, or at least should, be able to understand her.
She opened the door and stepped into the cool cave carved from the dark gray and black mountain stone. Shelves filled with dried food, blankets and other supplies lined the walls. She stacked blankets, thick padding as well as a towel on one of her arms. Taking a chance that they might fit, she added a pair of soft, thick, cloth pants to the pile. She turned to go back into the main cabin and stumbled to a stop. The tiron stood in the doorway. Deep green eyes locked on her. They burned with intensity as he watched her every move. She hadn’t seen such strong emotion blazing from anyone’s eyes before.
Her nerves stretched taut. She eased by the animal and glanced nervously back over her shoulder as she walked across the room. He followed her with a stumbling, weaving gait that worried her. She couldn’t think of anything other than time to help that.
Tori spread the padding near the fire and piled on a blanket or two. She put the towel and pants near the bedding and turned down the blankets as she stepped back. Her feet touched fur and she felt something brush against her thigh. She stiffened and stopped, managing not to trip over him. Looking back, she saw his head brushing against her thigh.
“Why don’t you change and dry off so you can get under the covers and warm up a little?” She moved to the side and half-turned to give him or her some privacy in case it was shy.
The tiron rose and paced a circle around her. His large heavy body pressed against her and she felt the dampness of his fur through her pants. His long tail hooked around her leg just before she turned her eyes firmly to the wall. She waited and waited, hoping that he’d say something once he was covered. She heard a light thud and that drew her eyes to the pallet.
He sat on the pallet without so much as a blanket pulled over his legs. Goddess above, the man was sexy. Long straight black hair hung over his wide shoulders. His rich, brown skin gleamed in the flickering firelight. Dark spots at his jaw and ribs were barely visible against the rich tone and noticeable only because she couldn’t take her gaze off him. His green eyes looked unfocused as if he was drunk or drugged. His long lashes lowered and rested against his cheeks, drawing her attention to the high arch of his cheekbones. A smile curved his full lips.
“I found you.” The man’s words slurred together but were clear enough that she had no problem understanding them.
He collapsed onto the bedding and her eyes immediately drifted below his waist. His thick cock rose semi-erect from a nest of dark black curls. He was temptation in the flesh. She wanted to run her fingers over his chest and see if it felt as hard and warm as it looked. Before her mind drifted any further into taking advantage of an obviously out-of-it man, she grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it over him.
“You found me.” She frowned.
The obvious satisfaction on his face confused her. The way he said it made it sound like he’d been searching specifically for her. She’d never seen him before. That was impossible. Was it simply because he was drunk or did she look like someone he knew? She tucked the blanket around him.
“I’m Tori Cha’Nesat. What’s your name?” She tilted her head.
“Tyson. Nari, come down here and lie with me.” His hand rose a little, but then fell back to his side as exhaustion seemed to overtake him.
All right, so he hadn’t heard her name right. He was gorgeous. She’d never dreamed of anyone that sexy. She looked at him and acknowledged that he had nothing to hide. He apparently had no problems showing it off. Then again, what man would have a problem showing off such broad shoulders and that defined chest?
She wanted to touch him, but her own reactions were helping to hold her back. She felt pulled to him. He smelled so good. The scent seemed to swirl around her. As she drew it in with each breath, a low burn began to build in her belly.
She glanced over at Tyson. He’d fallen asleep quickly, which might or might not be natural. He seemed comfortable and hadn’t noticed when she’d given him a quick once-over to make sure he wasn’t injured. That glazed look in his eyes did worry her. Something was off with him, be it alcohol or something worse.
Tori just wished he was more lucid. It would help to know if he’d been drinking or if he’d been drugged. Shifters did have some enemies. If he’d been drugged, danger could be following him and she’d like to be prepared for that.
She sighed and moved around the cabin, straightening things. Before she knew it, time had passed and the soup was ready. He’d been sleeping deeply for some time and she hated to wake him, but she didn’t know w
hen he’d last eaten. After his time out in the storm, he had to be hungry. She couldn’t chance letting him miss this meal when it could be his first in days.
“Tyson, wake up. You have to eat.” She lightly nudged his shoulder.
“I’ll play with you soon, i’ma. I need a little more rest.” Tyson’s eyes fluttered open and then closed again. Within moments, his chest rose and fell in a deep, steady rhythm.
“Don’t go to sleep. You need food. The soup is ready.” She shoved at his shoulder, barely moving his large body. When that got little reaction, she patted his cheek.
He blinked up at her and a goofy smile slowly spread across his face. His arm came up and tried to curl around her shoulders, but she managed to slip away from the lethargic move. “You’re demanding tonight, i’ma.”
“Tyson, sit up. You’re going to eat.” She tugged at his arm. The man would stay awake. If this didn’t work, she was going for a ladle full of water.
He gave her a disgruntled look as he pushed himself into a sitting position and his movements were sluggish and uncoordinated.
“Now stay here. I’ll be back with the soup.” She reached out and touched his shoulder just to get his attention because his head was dropping. Looking into his eyes, she hoped he stayed alert.
She filled a bowl with the soup and a mug with cider. She lifted the dishes and turned. A smile of relief curved her lips when she saw that he was still sitting up and his eyes were open. She knelt, placing the bowl and mug to the side before sitting in front of him. She picked up the bowl and held it out to him.
“Here, eat some of this.” She stirred the soup, holding the bowl close to one of his hands.
“I’ll eat some of that if you eat with me.” Tyson smiled at her, but she could see that his eyes were unfocused.
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