Beauty and the Brute [Werescape III] (19 page)

can't tell what you're thinking."

"You can't?” He grinned.

Teasing me again. I rolled my eyes at his twisted smile.

He chuckled softly. “Tilt your head back."

Why not? It's not like he would ever just give me a straight answer. I closed my eyes.

He poured cool water over my face. “I think you read me extremely well, Beauty."

Interesting. I wiped the water from my eyes and watched him. “Before that day in the swimming pool, I couldn't read a damned thing on your poker face."

He nodded stoically. “But things are different now.” His serious mask grew playful. “Now, we are mated for life. We accept each other. And we enjoy each other's company."

Did I have to say it? How do I even phrase the issue? “Are we in love?"

His mouth curled down in a contemplative smile. “I never mated before. So, all I can answer is that if we aren't in love, this is what love should feel like. Two souls always happy together."

How could Brutus be such a ruthless warrior, a loner who needed nobody, and talk like a philosopher? Had somebody taught him to think this way? How long had it taken him to learn to look at life from this contemplative perspective? I really knew very little about him. Like his age.

"I see a million questions dancing in those green eyes, Beauty."

Fine. He'll hear them even better then. “Who taught you to think so deeply?"

He rubbed up more lather and soaped his chest.

My muscles. I swatted his palms away and took over.

He snorted, leaned back on his palms, and allowed me to wash through the red hairs on his chest. “Well, little Normal seductress.” He choked on a laugh.

I swatted his shoulder. “That's not funny, Brutus."

"When my cock towers like a flagpole, you'll know I wasn't joking."

Oh. I smacked his chest again. “Who taught you to think like a philosopher?"

"Shifters are trained in science."

Really? Titus hadn't told me much about what Shifters knew. “What kind?"

"Of science?” His red eyebrows arched. “You know there are different kinds of science, don't you?"

Like I was stupid. “Yes. Yale's tutor taught his daughter and I. We studied biology, astronomy, geology, and chemistry. And enough physics to make sense out of all of it. I don't want to win the Nobel Peace Prize, but I know science isn't just one big pot of soup. It's a mixture of all the lumps in a stew."

He nodded. “Well, Shifters learn to think intellectually."

"Okay. Since we don't know much about each other, how old are you?"

"Thirty."

Not a bad age for a woman who wanted a seasoned warrior for a spouse.

"Your pattering heart is telling me you're thinking something else, Beauty."

His eyes had slipped into glowing Shifter mode. The sneak. “That's not fair. You get to read my mind, and I get to grasp at Brutus straws."

He waved a dismissive hand. “Trust me. It causes more problems than provides solutions."

How? “Doesn't it help you know when danger nears? Or when your mate requires your undivided attention?"

He grabbed my armpits and grinned. “Oh yes. For a man, the power is amazing. He can read his woman's needs."

Could he be serious? “Brutus! We're clean. No sex. Just answer the question."

He burst into laughter. “You,” he touched the tip of my nose, “do not know how long it's been since I have laughed as much as I have since I met you."

That could be a compliment. “Oh?” I scooped up a cupful of water and rinsed his shoulder.

He released me and leaned back.

Baring all. The nest of red hair around his not-quite-so-relaxed cock. Relaxed enough to allow me to finish bathing him though.

"I think we are the perfect match, Lorelei."

He was always serious when he used my name. The name from my past life. Like he tried to connect with the true me. The person who died that day when the extermination ray vaporized all the people living above ground in New Pittsburgh. I'd died and been reborn. Into

The Wild. Most Normals would say I'd been sentenced to Hell in becoming a Shifter mate. But nobody could convince me that I hadn't found a better life. Even in simply living in the saddle on the run looking for a place to live.

"You're quiet,” he said absolutely implication-free.

Watching me with impenetrable brown eyes. Why? Did he suddenly doubt me in my silence?

Couldn't the things he read in my posture or pulse tell him the things he truly needed to know to understand my feelings? “I don't care all those people died because of me. Nor do I want to go back to that life. To all the things I had, the lies. I think I love you, Brutus. But it doesn't matter if this isn't love. I'll take this kind of happy with you."

His indomitable poker face never wavered. “Nobody's taking you back, Beauty."

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sat quietly behind the saddle. A Guardian walked the scaffolding just inside the left of the gate. A younger clansman probably proving his merit. But I couldn't see any other men.

Hopefully, the men were out hunting. If they were upstream, we could get stuck here waiting for the damned boat.

"Well?” Beauty's grasp tightened around my chest.

Wiggling for a better look. “Let's go."

The path to the gateway was worn but not beaten to death. Good. Not many people visited this outpost.

"What do I need to worry about?"

Only a fool would bother another Shifter's mate. But there could be Normals in the mix now.

"I haven't been here in three years. I suppose the Guardians occupying this post are the same. But anyone could have joined or left."

"Normals?"

"I thought you couldn't read my mind?"

She chuckled. “All I have to do is see where you're going with a statement to predict the destination."

"Just always stay close to me. I don't want us to be separated."

"What makes you think I'll be wandering off?"

Nothing really. “I just don't want you to walk around a corner to see something and turn around to find I'm not there. Women are the most sought after possession out here. If there's a Normal desperate enough to risk Wolf's vengeance, then there's always a possibility for idiocy. And nobody, even someone who just touches your arm, won't be spared Wolf's revenge. We can't allow temptation to create a scene that will indicate we've passed this way if Yale arrives."

"Okay. I've got this pistol too."

So she would find the wherewithal to use it. “Don't forget the knife. But if luck is with us, we'll be on the Gods-be-damned boat after sunset."

We reached the outpost's entrance and the young warrior who glared down at us.

The scowl was probably more from the bright sunlight causing him to squint than suspicion or angst. His face and leaner build of a youth weren't from a person I could place.

"Who are you?” he demanded from his lofty post.

Given he had the vantage point, an M-16, and a clear shot at Beauty and I, it would be best to just answer. “Brutus. Seeking sanctuary for the night. Does Kodiak still head this post?"

The Shifter nodded and thrust his chin back toward the buildings. “He's busy with a problem back in the main lodge. Wouldn't interrupt, if I were you, even though your reputation precedes you."

Smart kid. He'll probably live one long-ass life and wind up running this outpost.

"On second thought, maybe your mate can help,” the kid yelled.

"What does he mean?” Beauty whispered.

"She's not a healer,” I yelled back.

"Not that kind of help. The baby's already here. Kodiak can't please his son."

Son? The bear mated? “So who shall I tell him sent us?"

"Lynx."

The perfect name for a Shifter who could stand to put on a few pounds of muscle. I steered

Trance into the compound.

Little in the way of machinery filled the log walls. Just two motorcycles and a windmill. They probably used the windmill to produce electricity since they were feet from the river. The central lodge jutted two stories into the blue sky. Around the log and mortar structure were smaller single-room cabins like the one Beauty slept in that night I gave her the pistol. But she won't need that weapon with a baby. “Do you know much about babies?"

"Any woman raised in a mansion does. All a warlord's men prefer spending their time making bastards."

Nice hint of hatred for Normal males in her tone. “Well, this son is well-loved. I'd venture to say you're about to make the clan leader a happy father."

Her chest jiggled with a smothered laugh. “Men."

Go ahead and despise all the men in the world. Mine. Mine. Mine, Little Sassy. I pulled Trance to a stop at the bottom of the two broad wooden steps leading up to the door. The shrill cries inside could have waken the dead halfway across the world.

"Uh-oh. You better let me down.” She squirmed, trying to hook one leg between our bodies to slip out of the saddle.

"Just a minute.” I hopped to the ground and helped her down.

"You know, I can dismount.” She blinked quickly a few times.

Not unless I want her to though. She probably wasn't up for sex jokes. “I bet you can."

Her blinking halted with a suspicious pinch.

Her sweet mind was working through my comment to find multiple meanings.

The baby screeched louder.

She turned to the racket and hurried around Trance's head.

Women and babies. “I'll go first, Lorelei."

She stepped aside to permit me to pound a fist on the roughly-hewn wooden slab of the door.

"Alright. Alright! I can't take this anymore. Someone answer the Gods-be-damned door."

Kodiak didn't sound too interested in guests.

The door creaked, swinging inward.

A young girl of about ten years squinted up at me in a plaid shirt and blue jeans. “It's a large man, sir. Shaved head. Must be a Shifter."

Interesting wording, formal speech, from a short girl with two black braids.

"What in the hell is he beating my door down for? Doesn't everyone know my son is trying to sleep?” The whining door swung wider, producing the big brunette's scowl and shoulderlength clan leader's hair. “Brutus! Is that you?” His face split with an enormous grin full of pristine teeth.

Teeth of a Shifter. Wearing nothing but camouflage pants meant he had little wealth to clothe himself as one. Not likely. More like the large warrior was at wit's end. “Yes. And the guard at the gate says you'll be happy to see my mate.” I stepped aside and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Gods save us!” Kodiak waved her indoors. “Come in. Come in. Show us what to do with a baby."

She flicked a gaze between Kodiak and I.

"Let's go see.” I stepped into the cabin's cool internal shadows, drawing on Wolf's vision to see the six young warriors watching me from where they leaned against walls, sat on benches, and tried to act indifferent to the auditory squalor.

Tension pulled so tightly in the air that I wasn't going to put Wolf away until I learned what caused this miserable scene. For Beauty's sake.

Sunlight shifted behind me.

Beauty stepped into the room, pausing beside the clan head. “Mr. Kodiak."

"Please come in,” he begged. “Don't worry about the boys. They're ready to run for the hills but fear I'll rip them to shreds when I catch their useless tails."

Typical clan head keeping his clan in line.

She suddenly blinked, scanning the room as if her vision acclimated to the low-level lighting.

She spotted the crib and turned to Kodiak. “May I?"

"Please. Please.” Kodiak shut the door at my heels. “Had no idea you were headed back this way, Brutus."

Beauty crossed through the empty center of the room, heading directly for the awful sound.

Hopefully, she could quiet the child. “Never know where I'm heading.” True enough. Just look at how I wound up with Beauty.

She stopped at the crib and reached for the squalling bundle.

"Didn't think you were the mating type,” Kodiak muttered softly.

As if I was any different from his big tail. “You took one too?"

His straight-lipped smile curled down on one side. “Cabin fever last year. Took me hard. My

Wolf was tearing through the Missouri Territory until it halted me at her door. Best Gods-bedamned thing I ever experienced.” He cleared his throat. “Until the baby arrived."

"Oh!” Beauty held the crying bundle against her shoulder and scoffed at Kodiak. “Don't blame him if you don't know anything about babies.” She bounced the baby lightly, patting its back.

The room quieted.

The smothering tension dissipated like someone flipped a switch. Everyone watched Beauty pace a humming dance for the baby.

"I tried that,” Kodiak muttered.

Beauty shot him a mask of disbelief never breaking a note in her hum.

"You and I never were much for singing,” I whispered. “Better keep your voice down so you don't set off another caterwauling episode."

He nodded.

"Where's the mother?” Lorelei asked quickly and went back to mesmerizing the baby.

"She's sleeping.” Kodiak tried to whisper but hissed loudly. He leaned close. “She bled a lot after the birth. We're trying to keep the baby busy so she can sleep."

"Well, you're going about it the wrong way.” Beauty turned to us. “Where is she?"

Kodiak silently walked past me and Lorelei, to a door beside the fireplace, and led us into a bed made from roughly-hewn logs where a sleeping woman rested on her back beneath a blue blanket. Her straight dark hair spread out across a blue pillow case.

"Has her milk started to flow yet?"

"Yesterday,” Kodiak spoke somewhat softly. “He stops screaming long enough to eat."

She smiled at the clan leader. “You're loud. And female voices are squeakier. High-pitched.

He probably wants his mother."

"Probably.” Kodiak nodded. “He won't have a thing to do with her brothers or sister."

"The girl who answered the door?” Lorelei patted the baby's bottom and barely bouncing him. “You brought your mate's family here?"