Laken wanted to surrender; she wanted to believe that she didn’t have to worry about judgment. His fingertips lifted from her flesh, leaving her cold and wanting. Was he going to leave? Her eyes flew open, expecting to see his back.
Instead she saw his face, his gaze focused on her.
“You have to trust me.” He leaned forward and kissed her just above the prosthesis, then kissed the other leg in the same place. “Trust me.” His breath felt like a shot of whiskey, warming her on the inside, spreading comfort through her. He pushed her legs farther apart, then cupped her ass, pulling her closer, spreading her more, both at the same time.
Ky leaned forward, and she found herself arching closer to him, leaning in to him. His tongue lapped at the point where her thigh joined her hip, long strokes that caressed that sensitive skin, making her muscles clench deep inside.
The groan that came out of her mouth didn’t even sound like it was hers. It was another woman’s voice, another woman who was giving in to Ky. A woman with so much to give.
He looked up. “Give it to me.” That familiar flicker of gold highlighted his eyes. He’d taken his full bottom lip into his mouth, holding it captive with his teeth, making her wish she was the captive one.
She knew what he wanted. Could she risk it? Could she put herself on the line? Toss caution to the wind?
“Laken.” His face was so close to her nether lips that she could feel his breath as he spoke. “A woman as brave as you are, who does what you do…” He placed a kiss at the point of the triangle she kept trimmed for no one but herself. “A woman as brave as you, and you’re running away from your emotions?” Another kiss. This time he kept his lips planted; this time she felt the throb in her clit—a swollen barometer of her desire for him.
He leaned forward. His tongue found her enflamed clit and traced a circle, wicked and wanton. She raised her hips in response, pressing her mound closer to his face, her muscles bunching, her core flexing for him.
With long, slow strokes of his tongue, he teased her folds, flicking her clit with the tip, then sucking in her lips and releasing them with a sound that made her muscles tighten with yearning. Stroke after stroke, never going in, just teasing her, lapping, taking, passing so close to the place she needed him to be, and yet never yielding to her desire. Tension rose, cresting and peaking, not allowing her release. When he released a breath on her moist heat, the sound that came from her throat was primeval, a begging sound that betrayed her.
Ky’s hands—large and strong, a soldier’s hands, a protector’s hands—cupped her ass and pulled her closer until he’d covered her sex with his mouth so he could devour her. She ground herself against his face, her fingers buried in his short hair, her nails digging into his scalp.
With a quick plunge, he sank his tongue deep within her. A rasping cry spilled out of her as his tongue began a thrusting tempo that matched her heartbeat.
God, yes.
No. Yes. No.
She couldn’t put a thought together, her body completely surrendering to the sensations his worshipping yielded.
One whimper, one scream that she bit back, and her eyes were closed again, starbursts and flares going off inside her eyelids. She shuddered as aftershock yielded to aftershock.
Laken opened her eyes. Ky was watching her—and it was the Ky from so long ago. Or maybe it was that she was the Laken from so long ago.
Laken’s scent, her arousal, her climax, all of it surrounded Ky. Her taste was fresh in his mouth. Her emotions were raw in her eyes. This was so much more than the one-night stand they’d shared. She’d allowed herself to become his, and he wanted to take it to the next level. He wanted her to be his forever, just as he and his bear knew she was.
Her panther knew.
Laken was the only one who was late to the program.
He looked down at the stunning display of her sex, glistening with the evidence of her orgasm. She studied him as if she wasn’t sure what to expect. He pulled her off the counter, spied a bed through an open door and carried her there, then dropped her on the dark red bedspread. She lay there, propped on her elbows, eyes glued on him.
Silent.
Ky stripped with the brutal efficiency of a field soldier and crawled on top of her, not allowing his body to touch hers. He knelt in front of her and touched the hardness of his length. Her eyes were glued on his cock, a hunger in their depths.
He rubbed the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum. When her tongue made a tiny appearance, peeking out just enough to moisten her lower lip, he lost it. He lowered himself, pushing her down, arranging his body over hers, feeling her moist heat rising to greet the swollen head of his cock.
Taking her hands, he lifted them over her head and tucked his cock against her opening, then stretched her, slowly, pressing himself deeper, controlling the beast in him that wanted to rip through the motions and claim her with a ferocity that wouldn’t be denied.
He thumbed her clit as he eased himself deeper until he was buried to the hilt, fully encased in her, sheathed in heat and slickness. Her grunt as he buried himself deep was fuel to his need. When she started to move her hips, rocking against his, pushing him deeper and deeper, drawing him in then releasing him, he ground his teeth to keep from releasing.
How could he tell her he hadn’t been with another woman since her? He’d fantasized, dreamed, wished, and hoped for something like they’d shared. No woman could compare to her when she was clothed. He knew no woman would compare to her naked.
He began to match her rocking with long, slow strokes, measured drives that were meant to control his escalation.
She groaned. He covered her mouth with his, drinking in the sound, swallowing her passion, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. He fully wrapped himself around her as he picked up the pace, driving deeper. Deeper. Harder. Faster.
When she cried out his name, her eyes open and dark with that amber flame in her depths, he went over the edge.
“Say you’re mine. Say it. Forever. Now.” Every word was pushed out of his mouth, propelled by his passion, ripped from his chest.
“I’m yours,” Laken whispered.
“Forever,” he growled.
“Forever.”
With a roar, he sank his teeth into her neck, puncturing the flesh, making her his with the eternal couple bond of his kind.
Laken took a long, deep breath, careful not to disrupt his rest. He’d bonded with her. The delicate pain-pleasure of the bite, followed by his tongue’s long, rough draw against the torn flesh, had made her climax again, releasing her from her battle, surrendering her to the love she knew he offered.
“You’re mine,” he groaned in his sleep. He flung his arm around her.
She couldn’t argue with that. She’d always been his.
All of her.
Chapter 13
“Are you ready?” Ky stood in the doorway, watching Laken doll herself up in the mirror. He couldn’t get enough of watching this woman. Every expression she made, every curve of her luscious body, every nuance of her character, all her strengths, her weaknesses… all the things that made Laken Araya who she was were the exact same things that mesmerized Ky.
She looked at his reflection in the mirror and grimaced. “Hell-o!” The grimace turned to a nervous smile. “Forgive me for being anxious. I’m only meeting your family for the first time.” She stuck her tongue out at him.
“You need something to do with that tongue?” He stepped up behind her and cupped her ass, his lips on the nape of her neck, just beneath her up-do.
Laken swiveled around. “Malachi Romanoff.”
“I guess I should be glad you remember my name—finally.”
He kissed her hard, destroying the careful application of lip gloss he’d watched her make. “They’ll love you,” he assured her. “Anyway, they have friends visiting from out of town, so the pressure won’t be on you as much.”
“And will your brothers be there?”
“Should b
e. You’ve already met Isaac. Jonah should be there too. He wasn’t last week. Missing two weeks in a row is risking a steep penalty with Aunt Miriam.”
She nodded, her expression serious. “I hope they like me.” She put her palms on his chest and pushed him gently. “Now go so I can repair what you messed up.”
Forty-five minutes later, they were walking through Uncle Mikhail and Aunt Miriam’s door. Ky took a deep breath.
Grizzly.
He scented grizzly in the air. More than one. The only grizzlies he’d seen in the city had been the respondents at the hearing.
Following the sounds of merriment and the aroma of delicious food, he and Laken walked to the room.
“Welcome.” Mikhail strode toward them and thrust his hand out. “Nice to meet you, Laken.”
Aunt Miriam slipped in front of him. “Hi, Laken. Don’t let that polar bear gruffness get to you. I’m so glad to meet you.” She wrapped her arms around Laken and looked at Ky over Laken’s shoulder.
She winked at Ky and gave him the smile that told him she was happy with something he’d done. He’d seen that smile many times during the years that she’d been like a mother to him, but this time, more than any other, it struck him deeply.
He was glad she was happy for him.
“Hey.” Layla peeled Miriam’s arms from around Laken. “My turn. I’m Layla. That’s Gavin.” She pointed behind her.
Gavin raised a hand in greeting.
That was when Ky looked at the visitors. Tanner Navarro and Marti Lee, and little Dominic. Another couple was standing next to them: a grizzly and a woman with dark eyes that had an indigo gleam in the background.
Tanner turned toward his uncle.
“My friends from Bear Canyon Valley.” Mikhail indicated the couple Ky didn’t know. “Mae Forester and Doc Evans. Mae and I go way back.”
“Way, way back,” Mae Forester added.
“I didn’t know you knew these people,” Ky said to his uncle. “They were the respondents at my hearing.”
“I knew them through Mae. I didn’t want to put you in an awkward position.”
Ky nodded his appreciation. “Nice to meet you, for real, rather than in the confines of the hearing,” he told Marti and Tanner. There was something about the grizzly’s straightforward gaze that reassured him. This was a good man.
“Likewise,” Tanner said.
Laken reached out and hugged Marti. “I know it had to have been difficult for you.”
Tears formed in Marti’s eyes. “I’m glad it’s over.”
“Courvoisier?” Mikhail pulled them aside.
“I’ll visit with your aunt and get the dirt on you,” Laken said, letting go of Ky’s hand.
“There’s no dirt.” Ky gave her a mock frown.
“Oh, we’ve got dirt,” Layla laughed. “We’ve got lots of dirt.”
Ky, Tanner, and Mikhail made their way to the far corner of the room where the luxurious bar with its Italian marble and rosewood trim was fully stocked with several bottles of Courvoisier. Gavin and Doc joined them.
In the other corner of the room, Laken was making herself comfortable with his family and their guests. She glanced at Ky and gave him a small wave.
He smiled. God, a week ago my life was so damned empty.
“How’s the case?” Ky asked Isaac as their uncle measured brandy into their snifters. “Catch your cat burglar yet?”
Doc raised a brow. “Cat burglar?”
“Don’t,” Isaac cautioned Ky.
Ky smirked. “Don’t what? Don’t say that a shifter’s looking for a cat burglar?” He bit back a laugh.
“Too late.” Mikhail laughed heartily.
“No luck. It’s been quiet the last week. He’s on hiatus, I guess.”
“Even cat burglars take vacations, I suppose.” Unable to contain himself, Ky laughed out loud this time.
“Ha, ha.” Isaac crossed his arms over his chest. “Want to ride with me next week?”
“Can’t. Got to wrap up a few things. Going out of the country.”
“What’s this?” Mikhail studied Ky’s face. “You’re not going back into the military, are you?”
“No, I’m going to Africa with Laken. I’m taking a leave of absence.”
“Does your aunt know?” Mikhail swirled the amber liquid.
“She’s the one who told me I shouldn’t think twice, that I should be where my mate is.”
Mikhail nodded. “When will you be back?”
“In about a month, right before Christmas.”
“Stay in touch. Let me know if you need anything.” His uncle was well connected, was even rumored to have some shady associations.
“Any chance that we’ll hear from Kozlov again?” Tanner asked Mikhail.
“I was told he’s still in the hospital, still unconscious. If he wakes up, he could make a fuss, but the decision is irreversible. There’s no such thing as appeals. It’s cut and dried. He’ll abide by it or he’ll face the consequences.”
Ky wondered out loud, “About Vey Kozlov…”
Tanner’s face grew serious. “I don’t think he wanted to live. I can’t imagine any other circumstance under which someone would do the things he did.”
“Understood,” Gavin said.
“You don’t have to elaborate.” Ky felt bad for him. He knew what it was like to be pushed, just as he knew Gavin knew. Gavin had killed a fellow officer in the Sigma Eps unit after that officer made a bad call and had most of their unit obliterated, including Gavin’s little brother.
“How long will you be in town?” Mikhail asked.
“We only came in for the hearing,” Doc Evans responded. “Mae will want to get back.”
“You’re coming to Dallas for the birth, right?” Gavin’s face, usually stoic, wore an expression of concern, and he looked across the room at Layla as if to reassure himself that she was still there and was still safe.
“We’ll be there in time for that. Though I should shop around to find a replacement, or at least someone who can help me out and take over some of the travel.”
“Couldn’t Astra?” Tanner asked.
Astra, Doc’s stepdaughter, was well trained to manage shifter healthcare.
Doc shook his head. “She’s got her own issues to deal with. I’m not sure I want to put that kind of pressure on her.”
“It’s that or bring an outsider in to Bear Canyon Valley,” Tanner said.
“Mae’s got some connections. Maybe she knows someone.”
A knock on the door interrupted them.
“Maybe Jonah’s decided to join us.” Miriam hustled toward the door.
Ky waited to hear Jonah’s voice, but instead he heard nothing.
Then he heard a name that gave him chills: Kozlov.
He froze for a fraction of a second, then bolted, his supernatural speed taking him to the front door quickly to be sure that his aunt wasn’t in harm’s way. Tanner was hot on his heels.
Chapter 14
Laken saw Miriam detour from the appetizer to answer the knock at the front door. Then Ky bolted out of the room, Tanner right behind him. Puzzled, she looked at Marti, who shrugged. The two of them headed toward the front door after their mates. They didn’t make it quite that far.
Miriam, Tanner, and Ky reentered the room, and with them was Bain Kozlov. Marti gasped at the sight. Laken took her hand in support and then realized what she’d done and how it would look.
He’s going to think that we’ve known each other all along.
Releasing Marti’s hand, Laken stepped forward. “This isn’t what you think.”
Marti stepped back and put her hands on Dominic’s shoulders, then placed herself in front of her son.
“I’ve already talked to Secretary Partlay,” Bain said. “He’s given me some insight into the situation. I didn’t come here to perpetuate a feud or to start new trouble.”
Mae stepped forward. “Then why exactly did you come?” Her voice was level and not accusatory in
the least.
“My father’s still in the hospital. Losing Vey hasn’t been easy for him. I wanted you to know that I don’t hold a grudge. There was something wrong with my brother, and when he stopped taking his meds…” He shook his head. “I’ve always known that Vey was my father’s favorite. We had different mothers.” Bain shrugged. “There were days he drove me to wanting him not to be alive.” Bain hung his head as if he were ashamed for having had those thoughts. “That’s all I wanted to say.”
“It must be tough.” Marti’s voice was colored with emotion, and tears shone in her eyes.
Bain nodded. “Maybe one day, when things aren’t so fresh… Maybe you’d let me see Dominic? And let me get to know my nephew? Maybe your heart can soften enough to let my father do the same.”
“Maybe,” she said.
“I’ll go now, and leave you to your family celebration. Secretary Partlay has my information, should you ever wish to contact me.” The big man, with shoulders that blocked a doorway and blue eyes the color of the sky, turned and headed toward the door.
Miriam walked him out and closed the door softly behind him. When she reentered the room everyone was silent and reflective.
“We should have dinner now,” Miriam said.
Epilogue
A month later…
Ky had gotten darker from his time out in the sun. He was leaner, too, now that he was away from the gym and not eating the same diet as he had before they came to Africa, though he was still muscle-bound and sexy as hell. God, way too sexy.
Laken put her hand on his chest, high on the right side, where he’d gotten a tattoo two days before they left the United States. The tattoo commemorated their relationship: it was a poem she’d written, one he liked enough to have it inked on his chest.
He placed his hand over hers, covering it completely and then some. “Feel better?”
“Just stiff from the long plane ride, but ready to see your family again. And mine.”
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