Razor's Edge

by Lisanne Norman

  “All right?” he repeated.

  She nodded.

  “Good,” he said, then left.

  Mental barriers up, he ran through every curse he knew on his way back to his room. That damned Leska Link! He thought he’d left his past behind him, but now she knew everything, just as he knew everything about her, and she was terrified of him. She was too scared to see why he’d had to join the pack or how he’d been trapped in it with no way out until the University scouts had picked him up. They’d understood how he’d been trapped and had wiped the slate clean, given him and his family a fresh start. She wouldn’t. All she’d ever seen was her fear of him.

  His legs twitched, waking him from what was becoming an increasingly distressing memory. His first waking awareness was of the little Human. The meal was over and they were returning to their quarters in the tower. That Taradain was interested in Jo had become obvious. However, nothing he’d said or done had smacked of any impropriety. He knew this was true because he realized he was there, at the edges of her mind—and she’d felt him.

  What the … ! Rezac, get the hell out of my mind!

  He tried to back away but found it nigh on impossible. Redoubling his efforts, he succeeded and instantly retreated behind his shields. His face creased in worry. What was happening to him? He knew he hadn’t consciously reached for her, so how had he managed to wake up linked to her? Hearing them outside the door, he hastily pushed the worries aside and tried to compose himself. He hoped she wouldn’t ask him for an explanation because he didn’t have one.

  Chapter 8

  The door opened, admitting Jo first. She stormed over to Rezac and stood squarely in front of him.

  “Just what the hell was that all about?” she demanded in a low voice. “You were in my mind, and you took what happened at dinner with Taradain from me! You invaded the privacy of my mind, Rezac!”

  He sat up instantly, aware of the two Human males standing by the worktable, keeping a watchful eye—and ear—on their interchange.

  “I was concerned,” he said, aware it was a lame comment to make.

  “You had no right to pry into my mind! What I do is none of your concern!”

  “You’re right, I have no excuse,” he said, desperately trying to keep his eyes on her face. This was the first time he’d seen her displayed in female clothing, and he found it unnerving. She was breathing rapidly in her distress and anger, and it was causing a fascinating effect on what he could see of her breasts above the low front of her dress. It was the first time he’d been aware of that part of Human femininity.

  He forced himself to look away. “It was just concern,” he said in a rush, standing up. “I’ll try to see it doesn’t happen again. It was instinctive—to protect a female.” He knew he was babbling, but he couldn’t help it, not when he could see her smooth, curved flesh and smell her scent so strongly. She gave out all the signals of motherhood, yet he knew for a certainty that she was not pregnant, nor ever had been.

  Stepping past her, he fled for the room he shared with Zashou, angry, confused, and ashamed at the emotions that were coursing through him.

  As he entered, Zashou regarded him from the bed. “I didn’t think you’d be that attracted to her,” she said. “There must be something to what they’ve been saying about these mixed Leska pairings after all. Thank the Gods I’m not interested in either of the males!”

  “Leave me alone, Zashou,” he said, heading for his pallet by the fire and lowering himself down onto it. “You know I can’t help it.”

  “Maybe now that you have someone else to bother, you’ll leave me alone more often,” she continued, her tone waspish.

  He looked over to the bed. In the firelight, he could see her only dimly. “What I feel for you,” he said quietly, “that can never change. I don’t know what this—emotion—I have for her is, but it can’t alter that.”

  “Pity. It would take the pressure off me. Just don’t assume because she’s got you aroused that you’re coming anywhere near me, because you aren’t! Go take a cold shower!”

  He began to growl softly in anger. “Damn you, Zashou! I’ve never done anything to harm you! Why do you have to treat me like this? It wasn’t my fault we Linked!”

  “You wanted me! That’s why the Link happened,” she hissed angrily. “I had a husband, a life, before that! And as for never hurting me, you almost raped me the first time!”

  His growl rose in pitch. “You can lie to yourself, Zashou, but that night, you were as eager to pair with me as I was with you! Now leave me alone!” He flung himself down on his bed, wrapping the blankets around himself, cutting off her voice. Raising his shields, he did his best to block her, but memories of their first night began to surface. Memories helped sometimes, and of course he had both hers and his of that night.

  She’d wakened confused, not sure what had brought her out of her uneasy sleep.

  Rezac crouched in a patch of deep shadow, watching her, keeping his mind still lest she sense his presence. Each minute that passed was forcing them together whether they wished it or not. His presence here in her room was evidence of that. It had been utter madness on his part to creep in while she was asleep, but being close by her had, at least, eased the ache, the longing to hold her.

  He shook his head slowly, trying to stop thinking about it, but like his tongue would probe at a sore tooth, he couldn’t stop. The Link was amplifying the attraction he already felt for her. He knew he was probably making it worse for himself by coming in to look at her, but it didn’t matter. When she fell asleep again, he’d leave. He shut his eyes as another bout of nausea hit him.

  Zashou lay still. There was someone else in the room. Rezac. It had to be him. She recognized his presence. Despite herself, she felt her body responding to his nearness. She pushed herself up on one elbow, catching the glint of his eyes as he looked over at her.

  Outside, the clouds parted and a shaft of moonlight stabbed through the window beside her, dazzling her briefly.

  He stood by the bed looking down at her with no memory of having crossed the room.

  Zashou blinked up at him. Putting her hand up to her eyes to shade them, she sat up.

  The beads in her hair chimed softly against each other, arousing him to fever pitch. He caught hold of her wrist, feeling their Link flare into thought-sharing despite his block.

  Rezac?

  “I don’t like this any more than you,” he said. “I don’t want a mate. Females weaken your will, tie you to one place—make you vulnerable.” He knelt on the bed, ears flicking as he watched her. Why did it have to be her of all females, the only one who mattered to him?

  Stretching out for her, he let his anger build, let it overwhelm her presence. He didn’t want to feel her thoughts, not now, not ever. He knew she feared and hated him; that was enough. He slipped his free hand behind her head, pulling her face close, nipping at her cheek, then her jaw. Releasing her wrist, his other hand went behind her back as he pushed her down onto the bed again. His hand slid down to the looser skin at the base of her neck and grasped her tightly by the scruff, his mouth closing over her throat.

  She froze under him, then slowly tipped her head back, making no move to escape.

  Mentally he pushed aside the surprise he felt. He didn’t care why she had surrendered, nor even if she did. This Leska Link left them no choice. The need to have her was dominating him and despite his anger and the block, he could now sense the same urgency in her, not only from her mind, but from her body.

  Light-headed, he released her. Sitting up again, he ran his hands slowly through her silky fur, feeling the suppleness of her body beneath. She felt even softer than he’d imagined. The bed cover stopped him and impatiently he pulled it aside as his body responded to her proximity.

  “Rezac, not like this, please,” she said urgently, keeping her voice low so as not to carry.

  He stopped to strip his tunic off. While he did, she tried to move away but he grasped her round the hips a
nd pulled her back.

  “You’ve got Shanka for the polish, I’m as you find me.” His voice was low and rough as he leaned over her.

  “Rezac, no!” She struggled in his grip, one hand trying to prise his hand away, the other hitting at his face. “I submitted, don’t just take me!”

  He snarled at her, his hands going to catch hers, pinioning them against the pillow in one of his.

  Not like this! Please, Rezac! she sent frantically as he guided himself into her. In that first moment of contact, his mind exploded, then she was clinging to him, as caught up as he in the maelstrom of their emotions and desires.

  Where they touched, a current seemed to flow between them, sweeping their minds together in a whirlpool of sensuality till they were one. Time seemed to stretch as they shared each other’s every sensation. His mouth found her ear as his hands closed over her shoulders. She felt so warm and soft pressed against him, smelled so good. It was all he’d dreamed of, and more.

  Mental barriers fell before the sheer onslaught of physical sensations. He knew instantly what pleased her and responded to it.

  Her hands cupped his face, teeth nipping his cheek, her tongue taking turns with the bites, then her hands moved down his back and across his hips, her claws tracing patterns of fire, making him shudder with pleasure. Anger and bitterness were gone, all that mattered for both of them was now.

  Sensations merged till it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. This was a pairing such as neither of them had experienced before. Deep inside, Rezac knew that this night Zashou had bound him to her in a way no female had ever managed—and that it had very little to do with their Link.

  The moment of unity shattered into a thousand shards as their bodies climaxed, their minds fragmenting and separating yet still Linked—till death.

  As his surroundings came back into focus, he found himself lying on his side, Zashou cradled against his chest. He lifted his hand to her face, running hypersensitive fingertips across her cheek, wanting the moment to last yet only too aware of its bitter sweetness. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of in a mate.

  For the first time, her eyes were gentle as they looked at him, and he sensed what he’d never thought to find within her—an equal attraction to him that she could no longer conceal. Then footsteps sounded outside.

  “Zashou?” a voice called quietly. “Are you awake?”

  Rezac pulled away from her, the moment utterly lost. Rolling soundlessly off the bed to the floor, he let out an oath and a low growl, ears flattening, tail beginning to lash from side to side.

  He won’t come in, sent Zashou.

  He’s your mate. I haven’t the right to be here.

  We’re Leskas, she replied. He won’t come in. We were given this room for us, Shanka knows this.

  The floor outside creaked as Shanka waited for a moment before leaving.

  “This whole situation is impossible,” growled Rezac, turning away from her to look out of the window. “I refuse to hide in the shadows from him!”

  “You’ve antagonized him enough, Rezac. Don’t cause any more trouble between him and me.”

  He turned back to look at her. “Why don’t you leave him?” he asked abruptly. “You don’t love him.”

  “That’s not true!”

  Rezac made a sound of disgust. “Have you forgotten what we just shared? I know exactly what you think of him.”

  She looked away for a moment. “At least Shanka has never treated me like you did,” was her angry retort. “What you just did to me was tantamount to rape!”

  Rezac growled deep in his throat, ears flattening sideways in anger. “Is that what you intend to tell Shanka? That I raped you? You’ll say nothing about how much you wanted me, and enjoyed our pairing?”

  “I didn’t enjoy it, I merely tolerated it, and you must be mad if you think I would tell Shanka about tonight! I told you, you’ve caused enough trouble between us already!”

  Angrily, Rezac reached across the bed for her and pulled her toward him. Taking her firmly by the arms, he shook her. “There’s nothing that can sever our Link, short of a mutual suicide pact,” he growled, “and I’ve no intention of dying! As for your husband, I gave up living in shadows when I left Ranz for Khalma. You’re mine now, not his!”

  “I don’t belong to you or anyone,” she hissed, trying to pull away from him.

  “Don’t you?” he said, drawing her close and covering her face and neck with tiny bites and licks, ignoring her efforts to escape him. He felt the pull of their Link flare again and her struggles grew less frantic before finally they stopped.

  A shudder ran through her body as her hands clutched his arms, and she lifted her face to his.

  Relaxing his grip on her, he nuzzled her ear. “See?” he whispered. “You can no more fight the Link than I can.”

  “Shanka will have to accept it,” she said, putting a tentative hand up to his face.

  “Will he also accept that I can’t keep my hands off you, whether or not I want to?” he demanded. “Only when I touch you does the pain inside stop.” His claws flexed out, pricking her flesh despite her long fur. Instantly aware he had hurt her, he nevertheless didn’t retract them.

  He pulled her close again, once more covering her face and neck with sharp bites and licks, ignoring her small cries of pleasure as he breathed in her scent, surrounded his senses with all that made her Zashou.

  Breathless, she wrapped her arms round him. It’s the same for me, she sent, a soft moan escaping her. This Link isn’t fair to either of us.

  “What’s fair?” he asked with a harsh laugh. “I’ve never known fair!” He let her go and turned away, the anger building up inside him again. He picked up his tunic and quickly pulled it on. “Good night.”

  Ignoring her mental distress and confusion, he yanked open the door and stepped into the corridor to the common room. Zashou’s room was almost opposite the open doorway. He could see Vartra there, taking a rare break, sitting talking to Jaisa. Beyond him Shanka sat with Tiernay. They all looked up as he banged the door behind him. Rezac felt the fur around his face and across his shoulders begin to rise.

  Shanka flinched, looking away from him. He knew Rezac had been with Zashou but wasn’t prepared to take up the other’s silent challenge.

  With an effort, Rezac contained his rage, pushing back the incipient tunnel vision that would have made him target Shanka. Ignoring them all, he crossed the lounge, going out through the other door and heading for his room.

  He slammed his door shut, locking it behind him. If he had his way, he’d share Zashou with no one. If he’d a mate like her, he’d not want any other lovers. He knew he could satisfy her to the point where she wouldn’t notice anyone but him.

  He flung himself into the chair, annoyed that he’d left her, and that he’d hurt her. Even now, through their Link, he could feel her distress. There had been no need to leave, he could have stayed all night had he wished, she’d not have turned him away. That was the problem; what she felt for him was only because of the Link. Why in all the hells did it have to be her? Why not a female he cared nothing for? Why couldn’t he accept what he now had with her? Because you want her to care for you, came the answer.

  His anger was abating now into despair. He got up and went over to the drawer unit, pulling open the top one. His hand closed round the bottle of sleeping pills Vartra had given them all. So many telepaths in one building would make sleep impossible at times, he’d said, and insisted they all take some in case. The sooner they got that shielding device mass-produced, the better. Then at least they could all get some peace in their own rooms.

  He swallowed two pills before thinking to read the label. Only one at night. He shrugged, throwing the bottle back in the drawer and shutting it. Why hadn’t he stayed with her? Why had he let his damned pride stand in the way? What they’d just shared only made him want her more and though the urgency born of their Link had diminished some, it was still not satisfie
d. He wasn’t satisfied.

  Lying down on the bed, he put the light out, realizing that unless she was always there, he would never be content. He tried to convince himself that what he’d said earlier was true. He didn’t want a mate, she’d only make him vulnerable, but it sounded hollow now. He tried to comfort himself with the thought that at least he had memories, but that wasn’t enough either when her constant presence in his mind only exacerbated his need to hold her, to touch her. The tablets began to make him drowsy, and gradually he drifted into sleep.

  The next morning, he woke before anyone. Silently he padded out into the main chamber, poking at the night fire, stirring up the glowing embers until they blazed high again. Throwing some more logs on it, he turned his attention to the dining table.

  Breakfast had already been left for them. When he unwrapped one of the loaves from its cloth, it was warm to the touch. He broke it open and, reaching for the knife, began spreading the butter over it, noticing as he did that there was a slightly more pronounced greenish tint to it this morning. He’d just placed some cold meat and cheese on it when Davies emerged from the other bedroom.

  “Morning,” he said, coming over to join Rezac at the table. “What kind of stunt did you pull on Jo last night? She was as mad as hell.”

  Caught with his mouth full, Rezac could do nothing but lower his ears in mute apology.

  “Look,” said Davies, helping himself to another lump of bread, “we’re going to be shut up here for God knows how long. It makes sense to get on with each other. The last thing we need is us falling out.”

  Swallowing the last piece, Rezac glared at him. “I did nothing to her!”

  “Keep your voice down! You must have done something or she wouldn’t have gone ballistic,” he said, grasping him by the arm. “I’m not your enemy, I’m actually trying to help. Now, what happened?”