Authors: Unknown
She arched into the caress, her fingers sliding through his dark hair. He shifted so he could trail one hand down her body, finding the hot, slick core of her.
When he dipped his finger between the silken folds, she made a low, needy sound.
“Now. Please, now.”
As he covered her body with his, she braced for the pain of their joining. But this time, when he slid into her, there was only pleasure that made her cry out in mingled surprise and joy.
On a sob, she circled his shoulders with her arms, holding him close as he began to move within her in a fast, hard rhythm.
Nothing so vivid could last for long, and the intensity quickly built to flash point.
Her inner muscles tightened around him, sending waves of shattering sensation through her body.
“Oh!” she gasped as the heat of it blotted out the world.
Feeling her climax, he began to move with more urgency, crying out as he followed her into the heat of the explosion.
She was shaken to the depths of her soul as he collapsed against her, because she knew that the two of them belonged together for all time, and she must find a way to make things right between them.
Turning her head, she slid her lips against his cheek, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to burst forth. Because now that she had had this moment, she knew the reckoning was coming.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
TALON STIRRED BESIDE Kenna.
“We should go back,” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered, still waiting for him to start asking questions. When he didn’t do it, she felt some of the weight lifted off her chest.
An idea was starting to form in her mind. A desperate idea. She didn’t even know if it would work. But she had to try it.
They both stood. Picking up her shirt, she turned slightly away, shook off the leaves, then pulled her arms through the sleeves. Talon was also shaking off leaves and getting dressed.
“Are you going to call the police?” she asked.
“I got here too late to tell them what happened.” He gave her a long look. “And I doubt that you want to talk to them. That would bring up a whole bunch of problems for you, wouldn’t it?”
The question hung between them.
“Yes,” she finally managed to say.
“He hit you on the head. You don’t want to get checked out, right?”
This time she could only answer with a small nod.
“We
will
work this out,” he said.
The way he spoke made hope leap inside her. It was followed by despair. How could they ever work it out?
As they approached the lodge, she could still smell the gasoline.
Talon made a face. “I’d better check the foundation,” he said in a tight voice.
“Yes.” She speeded up, hurrying inside, glad that he was holding back from pressing her and wondering why. Last time he’d been angry. This time he was . . . she didn’t know what to call it. But she knew that they couldn’t go on the way they were. She had to change things. And maybe there was a way to do it.
Inside, she hurried down the hall to the office where she stopped short. It was a mess, and she gasped.
Papers were all over the room.
And she knew what the man must have been doing after he’d hit her. He’d come in here and started searching through Talon’s records. Which was lucky for her. Because if he hadn’t taken the time to do it, he would have set the fire earlier, and she’d probably be dead.
Gods!
She looked toward the door. She should tell Talon. But he’d find out soon enough. And she had to do something more important, before she lost her nerve.
Quickly, she pulled some papers out of the printer tray and found a black marker the man had thrown on the floor.
Leaning over the desk, her heart pounding, she quickly wrote one word on the top sheet.
SLAVE.
When lightning didn’t strike her, she breathed out a small sigh.
On the next sheet she wrote: PORTAL.
When a dart of pain stabbed her in the head, she stood up on shaky legs and grabbed the papers and pen. Down the hall in the kitchen, she set down the stack of papers and shuffled the words she’d written to the back. On the top sheet she wrote: SPY.
This time, the stab of pain was worse, and she dropped the papers on the counter. Backing away, she took several deep breaths.
After waiting half a minute, she grabbed another sheet and wrote: ANOTHER. She would have added WORLD, but that was all she could do now. The pain was starting to build up too far.
Scrabbling the notes into a pile, she carried them down the hall. But now the sheets of paper burned her hands.
All she could do was throw them on the dresser and back away.
Her breath coming in gasps, she staggered out of the bedroom, struggling not to pass out. It felt like the atmosphere in the lodge was thickening in her lungs, and she knew she had to get out of the house.
Since Talon was out front, she slipped out the back door, heading for the big rocks along the river where she sometimes sat by herself.
TALON stopped to wipe his sleeve across his forehead, then added another shovelful of dirt to the wheelbarrow he’d brought from the storage building. Luckily, the guy hadn’t gotten too far with spreading the gasoline. A lot of it had evaporated. But some had sunk into the soil, and Talon knew that it would eventually get to the water table and contaminate the river down the hill. So he was digging it up and storing the dirt—until he could get it to a toxic waste dump.
He clenched his hands around the shovel handle and uttered a low curse. Fouling the environment was a sin, as far as he was concerned. But, of course, that thought hadn’t entered the bastard’s mind when he’d been trying to burn down the house.
Until Kenna had stopped him.
As her name leaped into his mind, he looked up at the lodge, wondering what she was doing in there. After they’d made love in the woods, he’d been more sure than ever that she was his life mate. He’d have to explain that to her, if they could ever have an honest conversation.
Dammit
.
Kenna was still lying to him. Lies of omission, if nothing else, and he had to figure out how to make her stop without making things worse.
Yeah.
And maybe she’d explain to him why she’d stolen a bunch of stuff from their neighbor. They hadn’t even gotten around to that yet.
“Shit!”
He shoveled furiously, then picked up the shafts of the wheelbarrow and trundled it into the storage building, where he spread a large tarp.
When they made love, it was fantastic. Then . . . she kept shutting him out.
Or maybe . . .
What?
He thought about the times she’d tried to speak to him and the pain that had struck her so suddenly.
Was that it? Something was in her head that kept her from speaking?
What the hell could that be?
A phrase came to him. “Posthypnotic suggestion.”
Jesus.
Was that what was wrong with her? She’d been ordered not to reveal her background, and if she did, pain made it impossible for her to speak?
He cursed again.
Who would have done it to her? Was she part of some secret government project? Or did she belong to a cult that used hypnosis to keep their members from breaking away and revealing their secrets?
He had just started toward the lodge when his cell phone rang. Pulling the instrument from his pocket, he saw that the caller was Ross Marshall.
Did he want to talk to Ross now? He was about to put the phone back into his pocket when he changed his mind and flipped the cover open.
“Talon, this is your cousin Ross.”
“Yes?”
“I’d like to talk to you about Kenna.”
“You are talking to me!” he snapped.
“I’d like to have this conversation in person.”
His stress level made him growl, “Why don’t you start talking—and I’ll decide whether we need to have a face-to-face.”
“Because there are things I can’t say over the phone.”
“Fine!” Talon pressed the “off” button, then shoved the phone back into his pocket. He didn’t want to talk to Ross. He wanted to talk to Kenna.
Jaw clenched, he stomped up the front steps and into the lodge.
“Kenna,” he shouted.
When she didn’t answer, his chest tightened. First he looked in the kitchen and the living room. Then he started down the hall. When he saw his office, his breath caught. His files were all over the goddamn room.
What the hell!
Had she been tearing the place apart while he was outside?
Or was it the guy looking for information?
Jesus!
Confounded and burning to confront Kenna, he sped down the hall, searching the bedrooms.
When he found the rope and the phone cord in one room, he cursed low under his breath.
His alarm grew when he couldn’t find her anywhere. But on her dresser, he found a pile of printer papers and a marking pen.
She’d been writing on the papers in big block letters. One word per page. SPY. SLAVE. PORTAL. ANOTHER. What in the name of God did any of that mean? And why had she used so many sheets?
Was she a spy for a foreign country? Was that it? And that’s why she had a strange accent?
Sure!
A foreign spy in Bedford, Pennsylvania.
“Kenna!” he called again, but the lodge remained silent.
Anger, confusion, and panic warred inside him. Taking a deep breath, he tried to follow the trail of her scent. When it led to the back door, the hairs on his arms prickled. She’d gone!
Alarm bolted through him. Without giving himself time to think, he opened the back door and tore off his clothing, then began to say the chant that would transform him.
When he came down on all fours, he howled, then charged through the door, pausing to pick up Kenna’s scent.
She had gone into the woods. Was she leaving because she couldn’t bring herself to reveal her secret? Was she going to steal stuff from another neighbor? Or had she taken something from the office? He couldn’t discount that. Maybe the mess was a smoke screen so he wouldn’t see what was missing.
If he had been a man, he would have shouted his curses aloud. Instead, he only howled them silently in his head as he trotted along the trail she’d made. It was as plain to him as if she’d sprayed dye along the ground. He knew her unique scent. It had sunk into the pores of his skin, the fibers of his heart, and it would lead him to her. And then what? Was he going to change to human form and confront her?
He didn’t know. But he did understand one thing in the fevered depths of his brain. He couldn’t allow her to leave him, no matter what was going on with her.
Stepping into the woods, he wound his way down a trail through the hardwood forest toward the river that ran through his property.
His heart stopped, then started up again in double-time when he spotted her through the foliage. She was sitting on a rock, her shoulders hunched, and her arms slung around her knees. She was rocking back and forth, and as he approached, he heard her moaning.
The sound propelled him forward.
When she looked up in alarm, he stopped in his tracks as the realization struck him. He was a wolf, not a man. What the hell was he going to do now?
And what would she do?
She had seen the wolf before. Now it was facing her, only a few feet away.
He tensed, expecting her to jump up and run. Instead, she stared at him with reddened eyes, her features taking on a look of wonder.
“Talon?”
The fur on his back bristled as he heard her speak his name. She recognized him?
“Talon, it’s you, isn’t it? The wolf is you. I should have figured it out. But I just couldn’t see it until now. Is it because I know you better?”
He had no way to answer. Maybe she’d realized who he was because she was his life mate. Was that the way it worked?
Her voice drew him forward until he stood inches from her knee. When she reached for him, he crept forward, laying his head in her lap.
She stroked his head tenderly, scratched the soft places at the base of his ears.
“I didn’t know they had werewolves here,” she whispered. “How is that possible?”
He couldn’t ask what she meant by “here.” For the time being, all he could do was keep up the contact with her, marveling that she had accepted him as a wolf.
Never in a million years would he have imagined this situation. It sounded like she came from a place where werewolves were part of the landscape.
Where the hell would that be?
She bent to gently stroke her lips against the top of his head, and he made a low sound of pleasure.
“A wolf can’t talk,” she murmured.
He nodded against her lap.
“That first time, when I was caught by the tree, you came and found me.”