by J. D. Tyler
“That’s horrible! I’m glad you were able to get back two of your guys, though. Maybe the others are still out there somewhere?” she asked hopefully.
God love her. “It would be a miracle. All of Malik’s labs have been destroyed, as far as we know, and none of the other Pack members were found.”
“You never know.”
“True. But on a happier note, this is the rec room.” Pushing her inside, he came around to stand where they could see each other. “We have all sorts of games in here. Ping-Pong, board games, and the Wii. We’re thinking about buying another TV and game system because there’s always someone hogging the one we do have.”
“Neat room, lots of comfy furniture. I can see why everyone likes to hang out here.”
“Just beyond those doors is a field with a picnic area where we play football, baseball, grill out, and whatever other excuse we can think of to get outside.”
“With scenery as beautiful as that outside your door, I can see why.” She gazed outside thoughtfully. “How can you have a compound in the middle of the Shoshone when it’s government land?”
“Because the government sanctions our being here. Those in power who need to know, do.”
“I see.”
They left the rec room and he took her to the gym. Micah was shooting hoops. Jax was there, apparently working off lunch, lying on his back on a bench, lifting weights. A small, furry brown creature was perched on his chest, curled up dozing with a look of pure bliss on its teddy-bear face. Ryon glanced at Daria, who was frowning at the creature.
“What is that?”
He pushed her closer, chuckling. But not too close. “That’s Chup-Chup. He’s sort of like a gremlin, or something. Nobody’s really sure.”
“One of the rescued critters Blue was telling me about?”
“Among others.”
“Hey, guys,” Jax called as they approached. He heaved a couple more bench presses, then sat the bar in the holder and wiped at the sweat on his brow with his hand. “Move slow and easy. You know how Chup is about strangers.”
“You ought to know,” Ryon said, ribbing him. “Took you and the furball long enough to make peace.”
“Don’t remind me. There are body parts that still hurt at the memories.” Laughing, Jax stroked the beast’s small head. “He likes me well enough now, though.”
“I think the steak treats probably helped change his attitude.”
“Hey, he has a fondness for women. I had to fight dirty.”
Daria leaned forward. “Can I hold him?”
Jax considered Chup warily. “I don’t know. Depends on him.”
Just then, the creature sat up, stretched and yawned. Ryon privately thought the thing was cute as hell, but he wasn’t about to touch it. He’d seen the little shit almost take off Jax’s hand once, and that had been enough to convince him that his calling did not lie in taming animals.
Jax sat up carefully, cradling Chup against his stomach as he let the creature become aware of Daria. It leaned forward, sniffing curiously, eyes wide. Then it started straining against Jax’s hold, wanting to get to her. Jax allowed it to crawl into her lap, watching it carefully for any sign of aggression and to make sure it didn’t hurt her broken arm. So did Ryon, but all the creature did was to begin making his contented little chup-chup noises.
It cuddled against her, whirring like a small motorboat as she scratched its ears with her good hand, both of them clearly in heaven. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” she said in awe. “This is just amazing.”
Jax nodded. “He’s come a long way. He rarely bites anymore, only if someone startles him, and we’re damned careful not to do that.”
“I’ll bet. Do you know where he came from?”
“Originally? No idea. We found him on an op a couple of years ago when we were dispatched to eliminate some rogue demons. Chup had been in their cave, but we’re not sure why he was with them.”
Of course, her mind caught on one word, and she stilled. “Demons?”
Jax cringed. “Uh, yeah. Anyhoo, he’s happy these days, thanks to Kira working with him.”
“He sure seems to be.”
She was really taken with the creature, and Ryon enjoyed watching her so much he hated to leave. Eventually, Chup scrambled from her embrace and reached for Jax in a clear plea to be taken back.
“Spoiled rotten little menace,” Jax grumbled. But he scooped up the beast, his actions belying his words.
“Thank you for letting me hold him.”
“Hey, don’t thank me. The brat makes his own decisions.” With a wink, he went back to his workout.
Ryon escorted her from the room, taking her outside. She was quiet as they enjoyed a turn around the grounds, and he could tell she was still thinking about the gremlin.
“It’s a real shame the world can’t find out creatures like Chup exist,” she said, almost sadly. “But I understand why that would be a disaster.”
“It is a shame, isn’t it? We can enjoy them here, though. In the end, that’s the safest thing for them and the general population.”
“Don’t you worry about Chup or the others getting loose?”
“Some. We take precautions, though. Chup has earned full run of the building, and Blue has improved in being integrated, but some are still in cells in Block R—that’s rehabilitation. We’re replacing Block R with the sanctuary Kira and Blue are starting.”
“Blue was in a cell at one time?” She was horrified by this news.
“For a while, until Kira joined us. When we brought him here, he was traumatized and uncommunicative. He was severely depressed and tried to harm himself, and we didn’t know what else to do with him. It took Kira to make us see that he needed compassion, not chains.”
“She sounds like a special woman.”
“She is. Kira has totally changed our ideas on dealing with paranormal beings. Not all of them are bad, any more than all humans are bad. Some are just confused and hurt.”
Daria thought about this. “In a way, she does what I do—study different life-forms around her and tries to make sure they’re thriving.”
“That’s a good comparison, yes.”
When her questions tapered off and her head started to nod, he knew she was getting tired. “You need to rest after your ordeal. Why don’t I show you to your quarters and you can sleep for a while?”
“That sounds good. I guess I’m not as healed as I thought.”
“A couple of days and you’ll feel like a million dollars.”
At her door, he punched in the security code Nick had texted to him while they were walking, and then told it to her. “I’ll write it down so you can keep it with you. Once you learn the number, it’s quicker and easier than using a key.”
“Okay.”
He rolled her inside and found the rooms were sort of bare, devoid of the homey touches that cheered these functional spaces. “Sorry it’s kind of plain. This room has never been occupied, that I know of.”
She gave him a droll look. “I’m used to camping outside, with bears, wolves, big cats, and any number of snakes and insects that love to inhabit my sleeping bag. I’ll deal.”
“Good point.” In her bedroom he gave her a hand up out of the wheelchair, and then sat her on the bed. “Do you need me for anything else?”
“I’m fine for now, thank you.”
Damn. He was hoping she’d say yes. Give her time, Ryon.
Leaving her temporarily, he went and found a notepad and pen on the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room. Quickly, he wrote all the information he thought she’d need and carried it back into the bedroom. She was lying curled on her side, drowsing, when he got there.
“I wrote down my cell phone number, the number to my quarters down the hallway on the right, and the code to your door. If you need anyone else here, there’s a list of extensions in the nightstand drawer.”
“Thanks. I don’t have a cell phone anymore, though, to call you
with.”
“Use the one there,” he said, pointing to the cordless by the bed. “We’ll run into town tomorrow and get you a replacement.”
“Okay.” He hesitated to leave, and she gazed at him for a long moment, lids heavy. “I really like you, Ryon.”
His lips turned up. “I like you more than a little bit, myself.”
“Why do I feel this pull toward you?” she asked sleepily.
“Why do any man and woman feel chemistry?” His tone was light, but his gut clenched. He knew she wasn’t just talking about simple man-woman attraction, and her next words proved it.
“What I’m feeling is more than that, though I’m plenty attracted.” She paused, her brown eyes liquid with heat. “It’s like there’s some sort of golden thread connecting us. Does that make sense?”
“It does, yes.” Reaching out tentatively, he brushed a strand of black hair from her face, ready to withdraw it if she protested. When she didn’t, instead turning her face into his touch, his wolf practically whined in pleasure, and the man celebrated this small progress.
He’d have to come clean, soon. He couldn’t put it off much longer.
For now, he’d leave her with something that she’d hopefully think about, in a good way, after he was gone. Kneeling by the side of the bed, he brought his face close to hers. Looked into her eyes, questioning silently, again giving her time to call a halt to the kiss he was about to plant on those plump lips.
Invitation was clearly etched on her pretty face, and he closed the small gap between them, bringing their lips together. Lightly at first, then with more pressure, fusing their mouths. His cock went rock-hard in his jeans, pushing insistently against its confines and demanding to be let out to play. She wasn’t ready for more, however, so he reined in the impulse to crawl onto the bed with her.
They explored each other, tasting, tongues dueling. She was sweet, ambrosia on his tongue, the flavor unique to his mate. He figured his flavor was the same for her, and wanted to ask, but he didn’t dare. Not yet. This was a good start, his mate welcoming his kiss, and he was thankful for that.
Finally, he pulled back, and saw the dazed expression on her face. She felt desire for him, the want plain to see, even if he hadn’t picked it up from their bond. She desired him, but was uncertain. Confused.
He hated that confusion and the circumstances that had made it necessary. They should have met, fallen in love first. Then become Bondmates later, when they were both ready. But life didn’t always happen according to a neat little plan, and the wolf shifter’s makeup didn’t allow a lot of time for courting when he met his mate. Ryon’s mating certainly hadn’t gone the way he’d always envisioned it.
“I’m going to let you rest, okay?” he asked softly.
“Will you be back later?”
His heart lightened. “I will. I’ll check on you in a while and we’ll have a talk.”
“I’m looking forward to that. I suspect I have a few more surprises in store.”
God, she had no idea. Giving her another kiss, he headed out, his emotions a weird mix of trepidation and joy.
He had a beautiful, smart, kind mate. Any man, or wolf, would be proud to have her at his side.
Now, if she didn’t hate him for what he’d done, his life would be perfect.
* * *
Daria’s senses reeled long after Ryon walked out the door.
“Holy shit, that man can kiss,” she whispered to herself, staring at the ceiling. Her body was a sensitized mass of nerves, all straining for the man who’d left her alone when she hadn’t wanted him to go.
His closeness, his warmth and clean manly scent, called to her as no other man’s had, ever. The attraction was a tangible thing between them, waiting to be explored and unleashed. She had no doubt that they would end up in bed, sooner rather than later. They both wanted it, and she couldn’t think of a reason why two consenting adults should deny the pull. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She felt it.
That gave her pause. Felt it? Yes, she had. And not just in the “normal” way that people meant when they said they experienced attraction for someone. It was almost as if she could touch his attraction for her, the need and want in him, as though she had some sort of hotline to his feelings and emotions. How was that possible?
Raising her good arm, she examined her wrist again. The punctures were barely visible now, and the rest of the scratches were all but gone. Just in the few short hours since she’d last looked. One inescapable conclusion kept coming back to her, and it made her pulse flutter in anxiety.
Ryon, or someone, had bitten her. They were wolf shifters and as such, had special healing abilities. Daria should have died. At some point after that, she had been bitten. And now she was almost ready to go hiking, she was so well healed. Had one of them bitten her in order to save her life?
Okay. Assuming that was true, why would Ryon be so reluctant to share that with her even when she’d asked about the marks? Saving someone’s life was a great thing, and so what if they used a bit of an advantage nature gave them to do it? There had to be more to the story. That would explain why he didn’t want to discuss it.
She had a suspicion she wasn’t going to like the explanation, or else he wouldn’t be working so hard to avoid it.
Giving in to the lingering tiredness, she dozed for an hour or so. When she came awake, she sat up, restless. Her arm was itching around the spot of the bite mark, and she felt like she was about to jump out of her skin. A walk might help, so she decided to act.
First, she did away with the annoying sling, tossing it to the nightstand. She held her casted arm this way and that, and experienced no pain. Padding to the bathroom, she took care of business and then took a bath, which was a long process since she had to be careful of her cast. Just that small routine made her feel better. Next she dug in her backpack for her brush and a scrunchie to make a ponytail. Items in hand, she returned to the bathroom mirror, brushed out the long tresses and pulled all of it back, securing it with the stretchy band.
Scrutinizing her face, she wondered what Ryon saw when he looked at her. When she studied herself, she always saw a no-frills woman who never wore makeup of any kind. But then, makeup never looked right with her bronzed skin tone, even if she didn’t spend most of her year in the wilderness where there was no one to appreciate it or care. She supposed her face was nice enough, with high cheekbones, thin, arched brows, and thick black lashes framing her brown eyes.
Nice, but plain. Nothing to account for the intense desire that had been rolling off Ryon like steam from a boiling pan of water. Not that she was about to complain.
In the bedroom, she retrieved the piece of paper Ryon had written the important numbers on, and pushed it into the pocket of her jeans. She walked out of the quarters into the hallway, firmly closing the door behind her, and glanced around.
Setting off in the direction of Ryon’s room, she came to the door that corresponded to the number he’d written on the paper. The man owed her a talk and he was going to follow through.
After knocking, she waited for any sign of life beyond. She was just getting ready to knock again when the door swung open. Ryon stood there bare-chested, and she couldn’t help that her eyes immediately fell upon the broad expanse of taut skin. He was toned a golden hue, a fair-haired man with the complexion of someone who was outside frequently. His pecs were dusted with just the right amount of hair, enough to tickle and fun to play with, but not too furry.
“Hey there,” he said, eyeing her curiously. “I was going to check on you soon. Everything okay?”
“That’s what I’m here to find out.” She wasn’t going to be swayed by his hunky self standing half-naked in the doorway.
His expression became serious. “You deserve the truth. Why don’t you come in and we’ll talk about—” A buzzing noise interrupted what he was about to say. With a grimace, he pulled an iPhone from this front jeans pocket and looked at the display. “Nick. I have to take this.�
��
Turning, he went back into his quarters as he answered and waved her to follow. From his end of the conversation, she could tell that hers with Ryon would have to wait.
“Hey, boss.” Pause. “Now?” Pause. “All right, I’ll tell her.” He ended the call.
“What is it?”
“Nick wants you and me in the conference room for a meeting with the team.” He made a face. “It has something to do with the body in the woods.”
She shrugged. “I don’t know what more I can contribute, but I’ll sit in and listen.”
“Let me just put on a shirt.” Quickly, he disappeared into his bedroom.
“Don’t bother on my account,” she muttered.
He called out. “What?”
“Nothing!” Damn, wolf shifters must have supernatural hearing, too.
He emerged wearing a dark T-shirt that read NEVER ENGAGE IN A BATTLE OF WITS WITH AN UNARMED PERSON. She snorted and he glanced down at it. Then he snickered. “Oh, well. Guess it’ll do.”
They walked out together, and he kept his pace slower so she could keep up. Her energy wasn’t 100 percent, though her pain was pretty much in the past.
“You’re doing great without the wheelchair,” he observed.
“I just needed that extra bit of time to get back on my feet, but now I’m fine.”
“We’ll get Melina to x-ray that arm again. She might be able to take the cast off.”
She gaped at him. “After a couple of days? Are you nuts?”
“Nope. You’ll see.”
He didn’t offer more, and it frustrated her to no end. She tried to put it out of her mind as they came to the conference room. Inside, the Pack guys were assembled, some sitting around the huge oval table, some standing or leaning against the walls. All of them appeared interested in what Nick, at the head of the table, had to share with them.
“I’ve had some news from the sheriff,” he said by way of calling them to order. When the room stilled, he went on. “This afternoon the body of the second hiker was found about two miles from the woman. They’re almost positive it’s her husband, from the clothing and some of the belongings that were scattered. Deveraux slipped us a sample of the man’s tissue, for comparison against the woman. Of course, our lab is looking for shit the humans would never dream of.”
