Falke's Captive

Puma Nights - 2

by

Madison Layle, Anna Leigh Keaton

To those who love the wild life…uh…wildlife…as much as we do.

Chapter One

Reidar Falke took a swig of ice-cold beer and leaned back in their usual U-shaped booth with a satisfied sigh. “That hit the spot.” He pushed his emptied plate aside and waited for his brother Kelan to finish off the last of his own meal.

The Tap ’n Tine was their favorite Leavenworth hole-in-the-wall and the preferred Falke family rendezvous point after long hours spent catering to tourists at Catamount Outfitters.

His two youngest brothers, Sindre and Torsten, arrived and slid into the booth, each one with matching mugs of golden, foam-topped heaven. Gunnar had been invited too, but he’d opted out to check in with their eldest sibling, Axel, who’d taken the day off—an advantage to being the alpha and majority owner of the family business.

“You’re late,” Reidar told the new arrivals. “We decided not to wait.” Torsten and Sindre both scowled at him.

Kelan grinned and glanced at their younger brothers. “Lookin’ a little damp around the collar, guys.”

Sindre narrowed his eyes. “You misled us about the Kramers and their rafting trip.”

“Yeah,” Torsten added, “those ‘beautiful daughters’ you raved about, Kel, are preteens.”

“Hey, I don’t recall anyone asking me how old they were, and I didn’t lie. They’re pretty.” He cast a smirk at Reidar. “Cute as a button.”

Reidar chuckled and drank his beer. As part of their jobs, the brothers often teamed up in pairs to take tourists on guided hikes into the national forest or on white water rafting expeditions down river.

In most cases, the trips were routine, easy. But when children were added to the mix, easy was seldom a description that fit.

“Cute…Sure they’re cute!” Torsten glared. “And totally useless when trying to steer a raft through rapids.”

“God, the squeals.” Sindre cringed at the memory and ran fingers through his damp hair. “My ears are still ringing.”

Reidar shook his head. His youngest brothers were so dramatic and always fun to tease. “At least you got to be outdoors today. You could’ve been cooped up at the store facing flashbulbs all day.”

With the two of them conned into taking the rafting job, and Axel taking yet another day off for reasons he wouldn’t share, Kelan and Gunnar had manned the store, leaving him shifted into catamount form as Falke, the store’s furry and fanged security system. “That new ad campaign has really brought in the traffic. I swear I’m still seeing spots.”

“Quit whining.” Kelan rolled his eyes and then pointed at their siblings. “You two survived.

Besides, you won the job fair and square. I asked for best two out of three, and you both said no.”

The game of Rock, Paper, Scissors had become a family tradition, started by their mother, to resolve disputes in the Falke household. With six rambunctious boys, all with the ability to turn into fierce cougars, settling conflicts in non-violent ways had been a must to preserve individual health and the family unit, not to mention furniture and windows.

Now as men, somewhat more mature in handling their wilder natures, the brothers honored their mother’s memory by using the game as a fun way to settle matters at work.

“How were we to know—”

“Maybe next time,” Reidar said, interrupting Torsten, “you’ll make sure to know what the clients look like and how old they are before you do battle over who gets the job.”

The brothers grew quiet as they continued imbibing. Garth Brooks’s voice filtered from the corner jukebox near the bar, and a few couples swayed to the beat in a small open area designated for dancing. The Tap ’n Tine’s cold beer, good food and usual lack of curious tourists made the pub a traditional after-work destination.

Six brothers who all looked strikingly similar were guaranteed to attract attention, which was great for business, but at the same time, their family secret warranted caution. They liked the notoriety, but being on constant guard could prove taxing. Reidar enjoyed moments like this when the brothers could hang out together and relax.

“Pretty good crowd tonight,” Kelan observed, finishing off the last of his beer.

“Mmm-hmm,” Reidar agreed, not bothering to look around. “So, have you spoken with Ax, yet?”

Kelan set his glass down with an audible thud. “How? You know he wasn’t at work today.”

“Speak to him about what?” Torsten wanted to know.

When Kelan refused to answer, Reidar said, “Kel has a great idea that could open up our sales distribution beyond the city limits and generate more revenue.” He turned to his twin, the brother he’d grown closest to over the years. “We closed up a while ago. You had plenty of time to drop in on him at home.”

“What’s the matter, Kel?” Sindre teased. “You scared?”

Kelan snorted. “Scared of Ax? You wish.” He picked up his mug. “I’m empty. You dolts need anything from the bar?”

“Sure,” Reidar responded with a knowing grin. Kelan could evade, but he’d have to pay for it.

“You can buy us a second round.”

Kelan just nodded and headed for the bar, which meant he seriously didn’t want to discuss the topic.

Sindre muttered, “He’s scared.”

“No,” Reidar said, “he’s worried.”

“’Bout what?”

Reidar had his suspicions but didn’t care to share them with his younger siblings. Although, he figured they’d suffer similar concerns when they began feeling the urge to break from the family. Ever since Axel and Gunnar settled down with their mate, Reidar had noticed a change in Kelan, an antsy irritability that manifested into increased confrontations with Axel whenever the family’s alpha was around. Being closer to Kelan than any of the other siblings, Reidar recognized his alpha impulses. He wondered if Kelan did. And worried about what might happen when those natural instincts grew too strong to ignore.

He watched as Kelan made his way to the bar, and then scanned the mass of patrons. Most of the faces were familiar to him—locals with whom he and his siblings had grown up. But one face weaving through the crowd caught his eye. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and the stylish copper-colored frames of her glasses made her look like a sexy school marm. A very sexy one, he thought as she stepped into his unobstructed view and he caught a better glimpse of her body. All long, slim legs and womanly curves showcased by snug jeans and a T-shirt.

“Reidar?” Torsten asked, turning to see what had attracted his attention. When he spotted the lone female, he let loose a low whistle and jostled Sindre with an elbow.

One look and Sindre popped off with, “I say we do battle.” He and Torsten faced Reidar, fists at the ready.

Growing up in a small town, the uniqueness of their births—a set of quadruplets followed by triplets—meant the Falkes were well known. He couldn’t speak for his baby sister, but with the community being a year-round tourist hub, that also meant finding companionship of the opposite sex came rather easy. However, being brothers and shifters, competition had always been a natural part of the dating scene.

Tonight, though, Reidar was in no mood to play a child’s game over the right to approach the stranger. He fought the urge to smile when he saw Kelan’s reaction the moment she neared the bar.

Instead of returning to their booth, his twin did what any hot-blooded single male would do; he slid onto a barstool next to the beauty.

When his brother also removed and pocketed his collar, Reidar lost his fight and grinned.

Although they followed tradition by wearing the collars with their family crest, both men usually removed them before approaching a potential date, especially out-of-towners unfamiliar with the Falke family eccentricities.

They wore them because the town required the Falke puma to wear one, and any one of the brothers could be required to shift into that role at any time, so it was easier to always have it on. But collars were also considered symbols of submission by some folks, and there was nothing submissive about him or Kelan. Better to avoid potential confusion from the start.

“Come on, Reidar,” Sindre said with a chuckle, “or do ya forfeit without a fight?”

“Too late, boys. First come, first served.” Reidar removed his own collar and watched with avid interest as the scene at the bar unfolded.

His younger brothers both turned to see what he meant by his remark, and then Torsten groaned.

“Shit,” Sindre said, “if Kelan gets his claws into her, there’s not a chance in hell for any of us.”

“Speak for yourself, whelps.” He and Kelan had shared women before. A female fantasy the pair happily indulged whenever a tourist with the right interests came along. The only question was whether this woman would be interested.

“I’ve checked into a hotel,” Beth Coldwell told her professor on the phone as she weaved her way through the locals toward a vacant barstool. She hadn’t had a meal since breakfast and was starving.

The candy bar at the gas station a few hours ago didn’t count.

“Where?” the professor asked.

“In Leavenworth. I didn’t make it to Wenatchee before nightfall, but there’s a Forest Service office here. I’ve already contacted the park rangers and will set up a meeting with one to discuss trails we could use and where the best places might be for us to begin.”

She slipped a butt cheek on the stool and smiled at the bartender. Covering the mouthpiece, she ordered a screwdriver, light on the alcohol, and a menu.

“What’s that?” she asked, not catching the last of what the caller had said.

“I said to be sure and verify locations for setting up the mobile lab too. I doubt we’ll be able to pull the trailer into some of the more remote areas we’ll be exploring.”

“Okay. I won’t forget.”

Professor James Whitmore had a lot riding on this sponsored research project, as did the university, so the fact that he’d let her, a grad student, take point by scouting locations where they could begin meant a great deal. She’d been ecstatic when he’d chosen her as one of two students to help with the field research. The information she gathered this summer would go a long way toward giving her the data she needed to write her dissertation and earn her doctorate.

“Good, good,” he was saying. “And you’ll let me know what the park service has to say tomorrow?”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“All right. I want to have the first two locales identified soon, so we can get started immediately upon my arrival.”

“Yes, sir.” The professor had wanted to begin the weekend after finals, but post-semester faculty obligations had held him up, which was why he’d entrusted the set-up for this first leg of the project to her. She was determined not to let him down. “When can Tim bring the trailer?”

“Soon as you give the word that a suitable command post location has been found.”

“Okay.”

Tim Radke, a fellow grad student, also happened to work for his father’s commercial delivery company and had the necessary license to transport the equipment vital to their project, the most important piece being a twenty-eight-foot semi trailer that housed the mobile lab.

“You have his number?” the professor asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. If all goes as planned, I should be able to make it there by sometime on Saturday.”

“I’ll have everything ready to go.”

“I know you will, Beth. Stay in touch.”

A click signaled the end of the call, so Beth pocketed her cell phone and browsed the menu.

“I’d recommend the steak or a burger,” a deep voice said, its volume quiet and sultry enough to make her tingle. “The clam chowder’s from a can.”

That last part had her smiling. Looking over to the man occupying the stool next to hers, she locked gazes with a pair of hazel eyes that stole her thoughts.

“Um…” She shoved her glasses up her nose. The damn things were always slipping. She should have had them adjusted before she left Seattle. “Really?”

He flashed straight pearly whites in a smile that made his eyes gleam but didn’t quite soften the chiseled angles of a handsome face. His tawny hair, mussed in a sexy just-out-of bed look, reached the collar of his T-shirt and had her mind diving for a very naughty place.

Oh, wow.

“Yes, trust me.” His expression changed again to one of grim promise. “I’ve had it before. It’s not for the faint of heart.”

“What isn’t?”

That smile again. “The clam chowder.”

“Oh, right.” She laughed at herself and looked back at the menu, hoping he couldn’t see the heat pinken her cheeks in the pub’s low lighting. “Steak, huh?”

“New York strip is my favorite. It’s the best in town. Unless of course you’re not the carnivorous type.” He touched her hand as he turned her menu slightly toward him and looked down. “I’m not exactly sure where the veggie dishes are.”

“I like meat.”

I like meat? She prayed he didn’t fall into the same gutter where her mind was already drowning.

She didn’t think her face could burn any hotter. And where had all the air gone?

He met her gaze again. “You do? Great. Then, yes, definitely the steak. The mashed potatoes are good too, and fresh. None of that powdered stuff.”

She smiled just as the bartender set her drink down and asked if she was ready. After ordering New York strip and potatoes, she sipped her drink and waited for the stranger to get his mug refilled from the tap.

When he turned toward her again, she pressed her glasses back into place and then held out her hand. “Thanks for the suggestion. I’m Beth Coldwell.”

“Kelan.” He took her hand in his, engulfing it with his warmth. “Kelan Falke. You’re welcome.”

She didn’t want to release his hand. It was big, warm and rough. Just the thought of that hand on other parts of her body made her tummy flutter. She licked her lips and tried to focus her brain elsewhere. “Kelan? That’s a cool name. Mine’s really Elizabeth, but my friends call me Beth.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Beth.” When he let go of her hand, she wanted to snatch his back and hang on. A ludicrous urge, and one she didn’t act upon. Thankfully. She didn’t even know the guy, but there was something about him…

Damn, he’s gorgeous.

“So, what brings you to Leavenworth?” He sipped his beer and leaned his forearm on the bar.

“Don’t tell me you’re just passing through.”

Oh, he was good. What a line. He probably did this on a regular basis. Now that the shock of his appearance had worn off—as much as sitting next to the sexiest guy in the bar could wear off—she was better able to handle small talk.

“I might be around for a little while.” She’d actually planned on setting up their base of operations in Wenatchee or perhaps farther north near Chelan, but Leavenworth was looking pretty good at the moment. Unwilling to share all her secrets, and possibly bore him to death with scientific business, she added, “When my…friends arrive, we plan on doing quite a bit of hiking.”

She was surprised to see him grin. “Yeah? You need a guide?”

She chuckled. “Why? You volunteering?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. These friends of yours…How many are there, and are they boy or girl friends?”

She grinned wider and played along. “Well, there’s two of them, and they’re both men.”

He slapped his hand over his heart as if in pain. “Seriously?”

She laughed again. “Yes, just a couple of good friends, but…” She leaned closer. “They’re not here tonight.” She dared a wink at him and wondered where in the world she’d found such bravado.

He smiled back at her, and she realized that somehow the man beside her made it so easy. He was charming and handsome, and she wasn’t keeping up professional appearances for colleagues on campus. With this stranger, she was free to be herself, if only for a little while. Just tonight. No harm in a little flirtation.

And she was having fun, something she hadn’t done in quite some time, what with classes and hours upon hours spent in the lab. A nice change of pace—one she’d all but forgotten existed until this chance meeting with Kelan Falke.

He had a nice name to go with that handsome face. Sexy. She liked the way it felt on her tongue.

The bartender delivered her food, and as she picked up her fork, she glanced at him. “You on a liquid diet?”

He cast a look at his beer and chuckled. “No. I finished a double bacon cheeseburger just a bit ago.”

“And you were supposed to order another round,” a new arrival said from behind them in a voice that rumbled with a sexy bass tone.

Beth turned to greet the newcomer and froze when she saw double.

Deep down she knew it was rude to stare. Twins were not unheard of in the world, but she never expected to see two men like the hard-bodied hunk on the barstool beside her. The first one had been a big enough surprise. The second had all her fantasies coming into focus.

Not that she’d act out those fantasies. She was a single woman in an unfamiliar town, in a pub no less. She wasn’t the type to pick up strangers and take them home with her, even if they looked like these two.

But still. Oh my God!

She so wanted to giggle, but chose to hide behind her glass of OJ and vodka.

“Reidar,” Kelan said, “this is Beth Coldwell. Beth, this is my brother, Reidar.”

“Rider?” What strange names they had.

“It’s spelled differently, but the sound’s the same. Hi, Beth.” He turned to Kelan. “The others took off, said they’d catch up with us tomorrow.”

“Okay. Sorry, bro.” Kelan waved at the bartender and ordered, “Another round here on me,” when the man approached. “For Beth too. What are you having?”

“A screwdriver, light on the vodka,” she said.

Seated at the bar, she ate and watched the brothers as Kelan filled Reidar in on her plans to go hiking with two other guys. Reidar’s response was similarly amusing.

Between bites, she asked them, “So, what do you two do for a living? I assume you live here and aren’t just passing through yourselves.”

“Born and raised here,” Reidar said with a smile as captivating as his brother’s, though there was a distinct difference between them. His hair was shorter, neatly trimmed. Just a little wisp curled against his forehead, giving him a not-so-good-boy look that kept her thinking about how these two guys could rock her world. If she were that type of woman, which of course, she was not.

She shoved her glasses up her nose and then took another bite of steak, slowly chewing, telling herself that just because she hadn’t been with a man in a few years didn’t mean she’d go jumping into bed with a couple of hapless locals.

She almost snorted. These two weren’t hapless. But she figured they could make her helpless to say no, if they asked the right questions.

Kelan added, “We’re guides.”

She snickered, not believing him. Sure they were. “Seriously, what do you do?”

He grinned, but Reidar responded. “Seriously, that’s what we do. We take city slickers into the mountains or down the river rapids and make sure they survive while roughing it in the big, bad, dirty wilderness.”

She blinked, her brain clearing from the sensual fog they seemed to emit. Guides. Maybe she could find out a little about the national forest before even meeting with the forestry service. She took another bite as she formulated her questions. “Um, what about the wildlife? Is there a lot to see if a person stays on the mapped trails?”

“Sure,” Kelan said. “Of course, if you hike through the woods making a lot of racket, your odds drop considerably.”

“What kind of animals?”

“The usual,” he replied while Reidar took a drink of beer. “Rabbits, deer, squirrel, and a lot of birds if you like to watch those kinds of critters.”

“What about the…carnivorous type?” she asked, using his own words from earlier.

“There are bears, wolves and cougars in the area, but most will avoid contact with humans, particularly when you travel in groups.” He ran a thumb in a gentle arc along the corner of her mouth, his fingers curled beneath her chin. “Don’t go wandering off alone, and you’ll be fine.”

His touch left her skin tingling after he pulled his hand away, but she swallowed and said, “And don’t camp with food in your tent.” She wasn’t a stupid city slicker, but she’d keep that information to herself too, for now.

Both men grinned.

“Right.”

“If you wanted to see some, though,” she asked, “are there places along the trails where they’re more prevalent?”

As she finished off her meal, they answered her questions and shared more about the quaint Bavarian-styled village, their descriptions often filtered with brotherly teasing she found entertaining.

In return, she shared a little about where she came from in Seattle and admitted to being a grad student working toward her doctorate. She steered clear of talk about her scientific research, a topic she would’ve happily discussed ad nauseam on campus. But, tonight, she didn’t want to talk shop. Didn’t want to be the geeky scientist. She liked the way these two handsome men made her feel more womanly than she’d felt in a long time.

After the meal, and after a bit of coaxing from the brothers, she took a couple of spins around the dance floor with each of them before somewhat reluctantly calling it a night.

“I really should get back to the hotel,” she said, exiting the pub with her twin escorts.

“The Bavarian Inn?” Kelan pointed toward the well-lit building a short jaunt down the quiet street.

She nodded.

“We’ll walk you to the door,” Reidar volunteered.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” Nervous butterflies took flight in her tummy, not alarm but unvarnished anticipation. She shook her head, knowing she couldn’t let this—whatever this was—go further. She’d just met these men, and as fun as they were, she wasn’t prepared for a one-night stand with either of them, much less both.

Her pulse leaped at the thought. Uh, don’t go there, Beth.

Not the time to explore crazy fantasies. Fantasies were always better than reality, anyway. Right?

Her fluttery tummy told her these men would be everything she’d ever imagined, and more.

The men, of course, hadn’t actually suggested such a thing. But for the small caress that Kelan gave her at the bar, they’d made no further advances.

“We know we don’t have to,” Kelan said, taking her hand and tucking it into the crook of his arm.

“But our parents would tan our butts if we didn’t act like gentlemen and walk a woman safely home.”

They began a slow stroll down the sidewalk, one man on either side. She glanced at Reidar when he tucked her other hand in his arm and winked.

“Do you two always provide such protective services to the tourists in this town?”

Kelan’s grin was cheeky.

“Hospitality at its finest,” Reidar quipped, making her laugh.

“Besides,” Kelan said, “you said you might stick around. We’re hoping to impress you enough that you will stay for a while…or perhaps return again.”

She nodded, coming to a stop at the hotel’s front door. “A repeat tourist, huh?”

The men released her, and she turned to face them. Both were smiling. Both so devilishly handsome.

“This place is colorful in autumn,” Reidar said, keeping the verbalized topic G-rated, but his gaze hinted at a totally different message. “And in the winter, it’s majestic.”

And I bet you two could keep me warm. Dismissing such thoughts, she took a deep breath, chastised herself for not having the guts to go through with what they might be offering and gave Reidar a grateful hug. “I’ll have to think about that. It sounds lovely.” He hugged her back, dipping his head to nuzzle her shoulder. She gave him a peck on the cheek and then turned to Kelan. “Thank you, both. I had a wonderful night.”

He wrapped her in a second hug, a little tighter than the first, but when she turned to kiss his cheek, he turned too. Their lips met in a brief, chaste kiss that knocked the breath out of her. Before she could cast caution to the four winds, he was the one to pull away, his hands at her elbows to offer support, which she much appreciated.

“It was our pleasure, Beth,” he said, letting go.

She didn’t want him to let go, but she reached for the stability of the door handle instead of him.

“Good night,” she said, pushing the words out with little air.

They wished her the same and watched her walk inside. When she crossed the lobby and looked back, they were gone.

Chapter Two

“There is no reason this can’t work. Why aren’t you seeing that it would benefit Catamount Outfitters as well as the entire community by producing jobs the locals seriously need?” Kelan paced the confines of Axel’s living room, while his brother sat so smugly on the leather recliner and didn’t answer.

Kelan had finally gotten up the nerve to approach Axel with ideas to expand the family business, and his big brother—by a whopping three minutes—refused to even contemplate the plan.

“There are a number of reasons,” Axel said. “Risks that I must consider.”

Kelan stopped pacing and narrowed his eyes at Axel. “Damn it, Ax, why are you so stubborn?

The business might be in your name, might have even been your brain child—though I know at least four of us were in on the planning—but we all bust our asses every fucking day to make it the best in Leavenworth. It’s our company too. You have no right to shoot down good ideas.”

Axel raised his eyebrows and folded his hands over his stomach, looking much too superior and relaxed. “And you have the funds to buy another piece of property and build the warehouse needed for this ‘good idea’?”

Kelan scowled. “The company does.”

“The company?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Kelan slashed his hands through his hair.

“Not only do you need to build the warehouse, or rent the space somewhere, and hire people to run it, but we’d also have to expend the funds to stock the warehouse before we could go online.”

“Why couldn’t we use your old apartment above the store? Knock out some walls, and that could work to start—”

“I thought you and Reidar were going to move in and live across from Torsten and Sindre.”

Kelan shrugged. “It’s not a done deal.” They’d discussed moving out of their fathers’ log home.

They were adults after all and had the means to be on their own, but the homestead was huge, both house and acreage. Too much for their fathers and little sister to handle alone. Still, that wasn’t the only reason Kelan had been reluctant. He also liked his childhood home because, unlike the apartment over the store, it wasn’t in town. It was remote enough that he could shift and go for a run on Falke lands or even cross into the national forest anytime the desire struck without worry.

“I see. So, while you two are remodeling the upstairs and spending company savings on stocking this experimental online store, the business we have now will suffer because two of my best guides will be off on this new project. It’s not as though I can hire anyone to fill your positions in the store.”

How was remodeling an apartment any different time-wise than what Axel and Gunnar had spent supervising the construction of their new home? “You have, including yourself, six guides! We’re all good, and you know it, so don’t try to stroke my ego by calling me one of the best. Jeezus, Ax, I’m not twelve. Besides, Reidar can do the website work after hours. He’s already onboard.”

“I’m not surprised,” Axel muttered.

Kelan’s temper spiked yet again. “If you and Gunnar weren’t so busy with Dakota, there would be enough guides. When was the last time you took a group out, anyway?”

Axel came out of the recliner so fast, with such a look of murder in his eyes, Kelan took a step back. Axel raised a finger, opened his mouth as if to say something, then turned and stalked out of the room.

“Shit.” Maybe implying that Axel hadn’t been pulling his weight on the job lately wasn’t such a brilliant strategy. He eyed the empty chair. His brother wouldn’t be open to any more discussion, so Kelan decided retreat was the best move for now. He’d fucked up, which only fueled his anger over the whole situation.

Kelan headed out the back door and into the woods behind Axel’s home. His steps gained speed as he jerked his shirt over his head and dropped it on the ground. Running, dodging low evergreen branches and jumping over fallen logs, he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down. He slowed only long enough to shed his shoes and socks and kick free of his pants. Then, he took off again.

Midleap, he transformed into his catamount form, landing on all four paws. He let out a frustrated yowl and dashed through the woods, going deeper and deeper into the Wenatchee National Forest.

Ever since Axel and Gunnar found Dakota—their mate—the family alpha had changed. Before, Axel’s life revolved around Catamount Outfitters. Now, his entire world seemed to be Dakota. Gunnar wasn’t much better, but at least he came to work every day. Granted the two had been extra busy designing and then supervising the construction of their new home, but they’d completed it before the first hard snowfall. And it was late spring now. Business was picking up as they headed into the heavier tourist months of summertime. But they, or mostly Axel, had remained preoccupied with…he didn’t know. Newlywed honey-do lists or something.

If Dakota worked from home, then so did Axel. If Dakota wanted to go to Seattle for a damned shopping spree, Axel drove her. As if the woman hadn’t lived for years alone just fine in Vegas of all places.

As protective as the brothers were over their baby sister, Axel never tagged along behind Heidi that way. Then again, Heidi would probably flatten Axel if he tried.

Kelan splashed through a stream and scurried up a hill to a clearing. He stopped, breathing hard, and looked up at the bright blue sky and the sun on its westward decline. He growled, snarled, let out another yowl of frustration.

Everything around him seemed to be changing, yet when he tried to make a change in his life, something that would be his, his overbearing family squashed him.

For a fleeting moment, he thought about going. Running. Making a place for himself somewhere.

But he knew what happened to rogue catamounts. Freedom and a solitary life were neither synonymous nor equal in value. He couldn’t go anywhere without Reidar. To do so would be to condemn his brother to a lone existence.

No, together they would one day find a mate and make their own family as their fathers had done before them. He wanted that, and so did Reidar. But it was still far in the future, and he needed to do something now, or he’d go stark raving mad.

Damn it, he loved his brothers and sister. He couldn’t leave them. He just didn’t understand why Axel was being so…stupid.

Something bit his ass, and he yowled in pain, spinning around to find the bee or wasp that landed its stinger in his butt. What he saw, though, was the white and red tail of a…dart?

What the hell?

He swatted at it, but it just danced about, the embedded needle causing him more pain. He plopped down on his side and twisted his body, trying to get at it, but his vision blurred. He growled and tried to change form, to reach for his human body so he could pull the thing out, but he couldn’t seem to focus his mind.

A tranquilizer? Someone drugged him?

His limbs grew heavy even as he struggled to think. Shit. He couldn’t shift. Shouldn’t, even if he did have the strength to succeed. Whoever shot him might be watching.

He had to get out of there, hide from whoever did this to him. He struggled to stand, stumbled and face-planted into the dirt. He sneezed the dust from his nose and tried again. He couldn’t make his legs work. Darkness closed in around him even though the sun was still high.

Oh, fuck. This can’t be good.

Beth almost shouted with glee as she watched the massive puma stagger and fall. Her first day in the woods, and she’d gotten the biggest, most beautiful mountain lion she’d ever seen. What a find. And in the middle of the day.

Turning her head, she called, “Tim. Where are you?”

“Coming. I heard you fire. Did you really shoot something?”

“Yes, hurry up.”

“Seriously?” He crashed through the undergrowth, sounding like a herd of bison. “Damn. Ouch.

How do you get through this crap so easily?” he grumped as he trudged into the clearing next to her.

She grinned and pointed. “Look. Isn’t he pretty?”

Tim’s interest visibly piqued when he spotted the downed cat a few dozen yards away. “Oh!

Wow, Lizzy. I thought we were just scouting the area today.”

“We were, but…” Beth was so thrilled with her catch, the silly nickname her friend insisted on calling her didn’t even crack her smile, though she did playfully swat him on the shoulder. “Come on!” Eager for a closer look, she headed toward the beast.

Her heart hammered in her chest, and a sheen of sweat coated her forehead. She thought it would be cooler here in the mountains, but this early June day was in the mid-eighties.

To find a cougar out and about in the middle of the day wasn’t unheard of, but they were mostly nocturnal. She and Tim had planned to scout around, see if there was a spot where they could pick up some fresh tracks, set up a blind and wait for one. She’d only brought the dart gun along just in case, more for personal safety than anything. Was she ever glad she did.

Their grant from Washington State gave them enough money for at least two months of research in the Wenatchee National Forest. She’d been hopeful, but hadn’t let herself get overexcited. A small part of her suspected she’d be chasing tracks and scat all summer and never get to touch a live, breathing, beautiful cougar. Especially this close to town.

“Careful,” Tim warned, and she responded with a nod. As they neared the animal, he searched for and found a stick long and thick enough to use as a poker. With it, he nudged the beast’s butt, looking for a response. When the cat didn’t budge, she slipped around Tim, adrenaline making her laugh with glee.

“Would you look at him! He’s so big.” She knelt at the cougar’s head and reached out to feel for its pulse. What the…Oh, crap.

“Is that a collar?” Tim bent and touched the black strip of leather around the cougar’s neck. “I knew we should’ve waited for the professor to arrive. Didn’t I warn you?”

Yes, she’d listened to his dire warnings after they’d set up the mobile lab and she’d suggested scouting some of the trails. He’d wanted to check into the hotel, take a dip in the pool and relax until the professor arrived on Saturday. But he’d caved when she told him she’d just go alone.

“How was I to know we’d even see a cougar today,” she challenged, “or that when we did, it’d have a collar?”

“Point taken.”

She nodded, pushed up her glasses and inspected the collar further. A small, pewter medallion twinkled in the sun, and she slid her fingers over it to take a closer look. An oval with a teeth-bearing cougar head embossed on it. No identification tag.

“It’s a damn pet,” she snarled. “But no ID. Who in their right mind keeps a cougar for a pet?”

“There are people in the world that think having exotic cats for pets is vogue,” Tim said, adding quickly when she scowled at him, “Not that I agree it’s a wise thing to do. I’m just sayin’…people do crazy things.”

“People are idiots.”

“So, do we tag ’im anyway?” he asked.

Pet or no pet, she had a job to do, and until the owners were found, she’d do her job exactly as planned. “Yeah.” She felt for the animal’s pulse. Strong. Good. She glanced over her shoulder, back toward the trails. “But we can’t let him go or leave him here defenseless. That tranq should keep him knocked out for a while. We need to take this big guy to the lab while we search for its owner. He’s out here running wild, and that’s potential for disaster with all the kids and pets around Leavenworth.”

She shook her head in disgust. The professor hadn’t even arrived yet, and they’d already have to move locations. With a damn pet roaming the area, there wasn’t likely to be any wild pumas around.

They were too territorial and had too wide of a range. Damn it all. She’d liked the fact she was doing research yet had a nice, cozy hotel room to sleep and shower in. They’d have to move deeper into the forest, which meant pitching the tents and digging a latrine.

There went her happy mood. “Go get the four-wheeler. We can’t carry this guy. He’s two hundred pounds if he’s an ounce.”

“There’s no way to get the four-wheeler up here,” Tim said with a frown. “I could barely walk through it.”

“Try over there.” She pointed to a slight break in the trees. “It’s probably just a deer trail, but I’m sure you can get the ATV up it. The locals do it all the time.”

“So, that’s how you did it.” He gave her a little smile, which she returned with a look of wide-eyed innocence. “I see how you are. ‘Let’s split up,’” he quoted the suggestion she’d made when they first arrived. “Send Tim into the thicket while Beth takes the easy trail.”

Beth chuckled, watching him trek toward the trail.

“I’ll remember this,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes when he turned his back. Day one of their two months working together. It was going to be an interesting summer.

Kelan smelled a female.

He couldn’t quite open his eyes for some reason, and his legs were too heavy to move, but he could smell a woman.

Not perfume. The sweet tang of warm flesh. He breathed in deep and purred, wishing whoever she was would come closer so he could taste her.

Then he realized how dry his tongue felt, how thirsty he was. The ground felt awful hard, and flat, and cold. Where had the sun gone? Had he lain here the rest of the day?

“Hey, big boy.”

His ear twitched toward the sultry voice. It seemed familiar.

“You finally waking up?”

His right ear stung like hell. The back of his neck ached, and his butt cheek hurt too.

It all came rushing back to him. The tranquilizer dart in his ass. He growled and finally pried open his eyes. Steel bars surrounded him.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re okay.”

The hell he was. He forced himself to his feet and turned a circle, spotted the door to the cage and bumped his nose against it. God damn it! How had he let himself get captured?

“Hey there, don’t hurt yourself.”

He turned again to face his captor and growled.

Beth? He almost couldn’t believe his eyes, but the sexy grad student stood on the other side of the bars, and part of him was tempted to take a swipe at her. He didn’t only because she had such a sweet voice. And those kind emerald-green eyes he’d all but drowned in the other night. But she was supposed to be out hiking somewhere, not staring at him like an oddity on display at a Ripley’s exhibit.

Anger simmered beneath his skin, and he let it show with a vicious snarl.

Was this all a set up? Did he and Reidar miss something, some kind of sign, the other night in the pub? Fuck. He was usually a better judge of character, better able to read people, but this woman had him doubting himself.

“Hey. You’re okay,” she murmured, pushing up her wire-rimmed glasses as she bent to peer into his eyes. She wore a lab coat with University of Washington embroidered above the pocket on her more than ample chest.

At least she’d told the truth about her college.

Where the hell was he? Was all that talk about hiking with friends in Wenatchee just bullshit?

“Looks like the drug finally wore off. Didn’t think you’d be down so long.”

She shot him with the dart? The bitch!

A gorgeous one, but a bitch nonetheless. He bared his teeth and hissed. Let me out of here!

She stumbled back and landed on a chair. “Whoa,” she whispered as she shook her head and touched her temple.

Damn, he must not be all with it yet. He might have sent that thought to her. In catamount form, he and his brothers had the ability to send their thoughts to humans. Not a good thing in this case. Not if he was some goddamned lab experiment.

“That was weird.” She tilted her head and muttered to herself, “Get it together, Beth. You start acting like Dr. Dolittle and the professor might reconsider letting you participate in this field assignment.”

Field assignment? So maybe she hadn’t hauled him back to the university. He glanced around the narrow room. A door centered on one of the long sides. No windows, although an A/C unit hummed high in the short wall straight ahead of him. Behind him sat an ATV. And beyond that a set of big double doors like those of a tractor trailer. A mobile lab? What the hell was going on?

A bank of computers took up the top of one table. He was in the only cage, and it was big—the right size for a full-grown cougar. A stainless steel freezer-looking thing occupied one wall, along with some storage cabinets and more countertops with a microscope and a bunch of other equipment he couldn’t begin to identify. On the desktop near one of the computers lay a tranquilizer gun and three red-and-white-tailed darts.

He snarled again.

“I wonder. How long have you been on your own?” Beth stood and lifted a bowl off the floor. As she approached his prison, she moved with more caution than before and whispered, “It’s okay, big boy. Really. We’re not gonna hurt you. I promise.”

She stared at him as she came closer, and she damn near mesmerized him. Her eyes were so light they were almost unreal—so intense. At the pub, they’d sparkled with humor and what he was sure had been lust. Now they showed tender caring. Her voice was husky, sexier than all hell. And her scent. He licked his chops, wanting a taste. That chaste, almost nothing kiss they’d exchanged at the hotel had left him hungry for more. And now, in his catamount form, he could smell her and knew she’d taste like heaven.

Before he realized what she was doing, she opened a small door at the bottom of the cage and slid the bowl of water inside. He glanced down at it as the momentum made a few drops splash over the side of the dish. The tiny door clinked back into place.

“See there? It’s okay, big fella. It’s just water. You must be thirsty. Right?”

Should he trust her? Would she drug him again?

“Go on. It’s okay,” she murmured, her forehead furrowed. Under the harsh fluorescent lighting, strands of spun gold shot through her deep auburn hair. It must be amazing to see in the sunlight. Like the night before, her tresses were pulled back into a bun, but this one drooped a bit, and he could see a few pieces of what looked like twigs stuck in them.

She gave him a tentative smile. So damn eager and friendly. As if she didn’t mean him any harm.

He bent his head and sniffed the water. It smelled clean. He took one lap to test it, then more and more, trying to quench his thirst and bring moisture back to his throat.

“That’s a good boy. Tim’s out getting you some food now. We’ll take good care of you until we figure out where you belong.”

That brought him up short.

All he had to do was change into human form and unlatch the cage to free himself; she hadn’t used a padlock on the cage’s slide bolt. But he couldn’t shift in front of her. What if she never left? He glanced around again looking for sleeping bags or other camping equipment but found none. How long would he have to sit in this prison? How long before his family, or at least Reidar, realized he was missing and went looking for him?

Shit. All they’d find was his clothes strewn on the path behind Axel’s house. Not good. So not good. Kelan sat on his haunches, his head drooping. As pissed off as he was at Axel, he didn’t need his brother worrying about him. And his dads. Damn it. He couldn’t have them thinking he might’ve run off.

The anger returned, this time aimed at himself. How could he have been so fucking careless?

“Hey there, big guy. What’s wrong?”

He looked up at the woman who stared at him with obvious concern. Caught by a girl—a pretty girl, but still no excuse. He tried to glare a hole through the floor.

“You’re probably not used to being locked up, huh?”

He huffed and wanted to roll his eyes.

She made a sad face. “I know, but I swear it won’t be long. I just need to locate your owner and get this all figured out.”

Great. Even worse. She’d find his family, and they’d tease him mercilessly for the rest of his life for getting shot in the ass by a city slicker. He had to get rid of her and get the hell out before anyone went looking for him.

Her expression changed to one of guarded mischievousness. “Would it help if I tell you a secret?”

He didn’t budge. He didn’t breathe.

“I’ve always found cages and collars to be a little sexy.”

Whoa. She was into cages? And collars? He wanted to grin. The sweet-smelling lady in a dowdy lab coat had a kinky side. Maybe he had read her right before and she would have accepted him and Reidar into her bed. She hadn’t looked too sure of herself, so he hadn’t pushed it.

“Not that I’ve ever been in a cage, or worn a collar for that matter, but I read a lot of erotic romance, and…I don’t know. I guess the idea of danger can be sort of titillating.”

He’d respected her for not inviting them to her room—more often he and Reidar had women throwing themselves at them—but at the same time welcomed the challenge she’d embodied, and he’d hoped to see her again.

Just not like this.

He blew out a breath and laid his head on his paws. As much as he might love to switch places with her and have some fun, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do right now to titillate her kinky side. That revelation made his imprisonment all the more hellish.

She chuckled. “Don’t agree with me? Well, that’s okay. You’ll be out of there just as soon as I can track down your owner.”

He huffed again, his tail swishing with agitation. Nothing he could do until he was alone, so he might as well get comfortable and enjoy the view. He wished she’d help him out and take off that coat so he could get another look at what lay beneath. She’d looked sexy the other night in her faded jeans, T-shirt and adorably quirky glasses.

She pushed those same spectacles up her cute nose and returned to a chair in front of the computer monitors. “Sure would help my search if I knew your name.”

Kelan didn’t dare give her that information telepathically, so he met her probing gaze with silent regard.

She turned her back on him and started typing. From his angle, he couldn’t see the computer screen.

Why did his cat-napper have to be Beth? It left an awkward mix inside his gut—elation at seeing her again and dismay over the revelation that she used pumas as lab experiments.

He pawed at his stinging ear then yowled at the pain that caused.

“Oh, hey, what’s—” She spun around. “No, don’t touch that. It’s just an ID tag. The pain will go away soon. I promise.”

A tag? A tag? Son of a bitch.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a fierce frown. Then she closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. “I didn’t just hear that. Really, I didn’t. I think I need some coffee. It’s been a long day.”

He chortled and laid his head on his paws again. She heard him all right. He’d never tried to drive someone mad with his abilities, but obviously he could if he wanted to.

He and his siblings could communicate telepathically with each other, and he liked messing with his brothers’ mate now and then. Dakota took the silent chatter well, for a human who hadn’t grown up around a litter of telepathic shifters. But he’d never let a stranger hear him, until now. It was forbidden. He could get into a lot of trouble, but she was too cute. He could almost forget that she’d shot him in the ass with a dart and put him in a cage.

“Laugh all you want, pussy cat,” she said with a small grin.

She recognized his laugh? He blinked at her, but she wasn’t looking at him any longer.

“I’m not really insane. I might talk to animals, but I don’t expect them to talk back, and I usually ignore the voices in my head.” She cast him a sideways glance and laughed. The sound went through him like an arrow, straight to his heart.

Damn him if she wasn’t dangerous. He reminded himself that she’d shot him, caged him and planned to do God-only-knows-what to him.

She sobered when the side door opened and a tall, lanky, black-haired guy stepped inside. He carried two large paper sacks. “Hey, Lizzy, how’s he doing?” he asked, eyeing Kelan as he passed the cage, keeping to the far wall as if afraid Kelan would attack through the bars.

Kelan obliged him with a hiss.

“For a pet, he doesn’t seem too friendly.”

The scent of grilled meat wafted to Kelan, and his stomach growled.

“He’s ticked off about being caged,” she said, “but wouldn’t you be?”

“Guess so.”

“He seems fine now that the drugs wore off, and he’s healthy. He drank his water too. Did you find something for him to eat?”

“Yeah, and us too, though I’d love to take you to dinner. This town is really neat. I found the perfect—”

“Thanks, Tim,” she said, cutting him off and taking the bags from him. She pushed her keyboard to the side and opened one of the bags, then the other, and pulled out a butcher paper wrapped package.

“I’m serious. Since we’re here, we should get to know the community, don’t you think?”

The schmuck sounded so hopeful, Kelan chuckled. A sound more like a cross between a sniffle and a sneeze, but enough to gain the man’s attention.

Tim turned and stared, his eyes wide.

Directed toward Beth so only she could hear him, Kelan whispered, He doesn’t know a brush-off when he hears one, does he?

The woman stopped and studied Kelan, who dipped his head to lap at what remained in the water bowl. After a moment, she shook her head and finished unwrapping the package in her hand. When she approached his prison, he saw she held a chunk of raw roast. Oh, great.

“Here ya go,” she murmured as she opened the door at the bottom of the cage again and poked the meat through, taking a big chance by putting her hand almost all the way inside to deposit it. If he were a wild animal, he could have gone for her.

Why don’t you come in here and join me? There’s room for two. You said you like cages…

Beth closed the feeding door and tilted her head, meeting his eyes. Damn, she was gorgeous. He purred and held her gaze. She smiled and shook her head.

“They have a little playhouse, and there’s a show starting in about forty-five minutes,” Tim said, taking a seat in the second chair and flipping open the lid on one of the Styrofoam boxes. “You want to head over after we eat?”

“Tim,” she said with a sigh as she plopped back down in her chair. “I’ve got work to do.”

“All work and no play…”

“This isn’t a vacation. We’re not here to study the human population, and I don’t have time for some community theatre production.”

The show started in less than an hour. That meant it was only about seven o’clock, maybe a little after. He hadn’t been gone that long after all. If Tim and Beth left, he could get home without anyone the wiser. If Axel or any of his brothers found out he’d been captured, he’d never hear the end of it.

“Lizzy, come on. The professor’s not even here, yet. Our research doesn’t begin without him.”

“Beth. I prefer Beth,” she grumped under her breath.

Tim continued with persistence. “It’s only day one, and you already got a cat to study. You can’t work all of the time. Besides, we’ve got the next two months. It doesn’t have to be wrapped up with one cat in one day. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t make sure my workaholic buddy didn’t take time off every once in a while, hmm?”

She chuckled. “I’ll think about it. Okay?”

Tim sighed and pulled plastic utensils from the bottom of the bag. “Okay, but think fast. It’s not far, but we’ve got less than an hour before the show starts.”

I wouldn’t take no for an answer, Kelan told her telepathically. If I wanted you, I’d have you, and you’d be begging for more.

Beth lifted her chin and looked around. Then her gaze settled on Kelan. He yawned and pawed at his meal as if unaware of her regard, but he peeked to watch her reaction. Again she shook her head as if she thought she was losing it, but her lips curled into a slight grin.

He glanced at the hunk of raw meat next to the water bowl in his cage, snarled, then laid his head on his paws. Lone catamounts might be willing to feast on raw meat, but he had a domesticated palate.

With any luck, they’d be gone soon and he could make his escape.

About thirty minutes later, his chance arrived. As if by silent, mutual agreement, they shut down the computers, turned off all the lights except one small one and headed for the side door.

Beth stopped by his cage and looked inside. “Hey, baby. We’ll be back first thing in the morning.” She glanced at the untouched hunk of meat. “I know it’s not venison or rabbit, but it’s good.

I promise. Eat.”

Not a chance. He liked his beef at least seared, not still mooing.

Bravely, she touched the bars on the cage as if she wanted to reach in and stroke him. He wouldn’t have minded that. She smelled so damn good, and it was apparent she hadn’t meant him harm. He’d have to find her when he was human again and give good buddy Tim a run for his money.

Perhaps she’d let him put her in the cage for a while.

He began to purr.

“Night, night.” She shrugged out of her lab coat, placed it on a hook by the door, then followed Tim outside. She had an awesome backside, nicely rounded hips and butt encased in denim.

He caught a glimpse of the sky when they exited. Still light out. He estimated maybe an hour ’til sunset, so he’d give it an hour then make his escape.

He passed the time in the cage, just to make sure they didn’t return, and let his thoughts stray to Beth. A shame she’d turned out to be a scientist who studied wildlife. As much as he toyed with the idea of seeing her again, he knew that brief glimpse of her backside as she left would be his last. He stared at the bars surrounding him and at the lab equipment nearby while queasy sensations churned in his stomach—not from hunger so much as revulsion.

This could be his dreary future if he wasn’t more careful.

When he thought nightfall had come, he transformed into his human body, reached through the bars and unlatched the door. He slipped out of the cage, stretched, then moved to the side exit. It was locked, but luckily from the inside. When he cracked the door open and peered outside, he instantly knew where he was. Right behind the Bavarian Inn at the far end of the back parking lot. The same hotel he and Reidar had walked Beth to the other night. He closed the door and glanced around the mobile lab.

He pulled Beth’s lab coat from the hook and tried to put it on. Though tall, she didn’t have wide enough shoulders, and he couldn’t get it on. He glanced around for something else to cover his nudity, but saw nothing.

Okay then.

He looked back at the cage. No way could a wild puma reach through the bars as he had and open the door. He had to make his escape look plausible. With a groan, he crawled back into the cage, shut the hatch, and then thanking the heavens that she hadn’t used a padlock, kicked at the door until the slide bolt bent enough for him to jimmy it open. She might be stunned to think a cat could force its way out by breaking the latch, but that beat the alternative of opening it undamaged.

Free of the cage once more, he studied the trailer’s exits. The double doors were no good because their locking mechanisms were on the outside. But the single one on the side offered an opportunity for escape because it didn’t have a deadbolt, just a simple push-button lock on a brass lever handle.

Transforming into catamount form, he clawed at the door several times to leave obvious markings behind and then pawed the handle.

He felt a momentary twinge of guilt for not closing the door with all of the expensive-looking lab equipment inside, but a cougar wouldn’t push it shut behind him, so he left it as is and leaped down the steps, darting into the darkness beneath the trailer. Within moments he was off and running through the bushes, headed for home.

It didn’t take him long to cut across the woodland, down along the river’s bank, and away from town, savoring the sweet smell of pinesap and freedom. A few miles later, he arrived at the back of his fathers’ house, located on several dozen densely wooded acres. He was damn glad he and Reidar had chosen not to forego the private surroundings of their childhood home to move into town. A lone cougar traipsing through the streets of Leavenworth wasn’t something he wanted to be, even if the town’s council turned a blind eye to the Falkes’ family pet.

He leaped onto the second-floor balcony outside his bedroom, changed into human form and slipped into his room unseen. Something he’d done since he was old enough to take catamount form.

Sure, he knew his dads had that paternal sense when he’d snuck in or out as a youth, but as long as he didn’t get into too much trouble, they’d let it slide. Besides he wasn’t a teenager anymore.

Even so, today could have been a shit load of trouble. Thank God his captors hadn’t hauled him halfway across the state to experiment on him. He went straight through his room to the bathroom he shared with Reidar, flipped on the light and stared at the reflection of the red plastic tag in his ear.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered as he leaned closer to the mirror and moved his earlobe around to see the back. He’d need wire cutters to get the thing out.

“Kel, that you?” Reidar called just before the other door to the bathroom opened. “What the hell is that?”

Kelan narrowed his eyes at his brother’s reflection. “Thought I’d go wild and get my ear pierced.”

Reidar rolled his eyes. “Axel came by after dinner. Wanted to talk to you. Where you been?”

“Would you just go find me a pair of wire cutters…or something.”

Reidar shrugged. “Everyone seems to be in such a pissy mood today. Don’t rub it off on me.”

Kelan growled, and Reidar chuckled. “Be back in a minute. Then you can tell me what the hell that new fashion statement is all about.” He waved his hand toward Kelan’s ear. “And more importantly, bro, why you aren’t wearing a collar. You obviously snuck inside in catamount form.”

Kelan’s hand went to his neck. His gaze snapped back to his reflection. Sure enough, his collar was gone. Son of a bitch. His scowl darkened. How was he going to explain losing that?

Chapter Three

Drowsy, Beth stretched like a cat beneath the comfort of soft linens. Just five more minutes…

The phone rang loudly in her hotel room, startling her wide awake. Grumbling to herself, she rolled over to pick up the receiver and eyed the alarm clock’s red numerals. Tim better have a good reason for calling so early, especially after she set aside work to go to that theatre with him.

“Hello.” The word came out husky with sleep.

“Ms. Coldwell? This is the front desk. Sorry to wake you.”

“Yeah?” More awake with each heartbeat, she sat up and combed her fingers through her tangles.

“I regret to inform you that we believe your trailer has been broken into.”

“What?” She leaped from the bed and scrambled for her clothes, the phone still held to her ear.

“Tell me.”

“A staff member reported seeing the side door ajar when he came in. I know it’s early, but we thought you should know immediately.”

“Yes, thank you. I’ll be right down.”

A short time later she stood inside the mobile lab, confused and ticked, but somewhat grateful. It didn’t appear to be a break-in but rather a breakout. The puma’s cage was damaged, its latch bent, and the hatch open. She should’ve realized the slide latch alone wouldn’t hold a full-grown mountain lion.

She knelt and fingered the grooves scratched into the trailer’s side door. You really wanted to be free, didn’t you, big fella?

Wrinkling her nose, she glanced back at the cage. The raw steak was left untouched and starting to make the trailer smell. After she cleaned that up, tossing it in a nearby garbage bin, she returned to survey the rest of the equipment.

Fortunately, nothing appeared to be missing, a clear silver lining to potential storm clouds. And those clouds grew darker the more she thought about it—a greater concern weighing on her mind, which was why she shooed away the well-meaning hotel worker who’d accompanied her out to the trailer, and why she declined to call the police.

There was a cougar on the loose, a pet that wouldn’t have the natural wariness of humans it should. She lifted its collar out of a drawer and thumbed the raised medallion. Not just roaming the woodlands close to a civilian population, the big cat was in town now…because of her. If it got hurt, or worse if it harmed anyone, she’d never forgive herself.

Adding to the nightmare, Professor Whitmore was scheduled to arrive sometime today.

She fisted the collar and stuffed it into her back pocket. She had to act fast. She didn’t know how long the big cat had been out, but cougars could cover a lot of ground. Hopefully it had fled to the shelter of the forest, but she had to be sure.

Grabbing her handheld tracking device and the tranquilizer gun, she left a quick note for Tim, closed up the lab and headed for the Jeep to begin her search for the elusive, troublesome feline.

“What’s with the new earring?” Torsten asked Kelan, earning a scowl which grew darker when Reidar snickered. He couldn’t help it. The story Kelan had shared last night still made him smile, and he wanted so badly to tease his brother about it, but Kelan would suffer enough having to face the rest of the family today. He grinned. It should make for an entertaining day.

“Did it on a dare,” Kelan grumbled, ignoring Torsten’s snort, “but I kind of like it.”

Reidar smirked at Torsten as he shook his head and offloaded a few boxes of tents from the dolly on Catamount Outfitters’ back loading dock. A delivery truck had arrived with new camping supplies to stock the shelves, so Reidar and two of his brothers worked to process the merchandise, while Gunnar and Sindre opened for business. Well, Sindre would open up and man the front counter.

Gunnar was shifted into catamount form.

“Provides a little individuality, don’t you think?” Kelan asked.

“If you say so,” Torsten said with an unconvinced shrug. “But Axel’s not gonna like you ditching the collar.” He hefted a couple of boxes onto his shoulders and headed into the store.

The moment he was gone, Kelan sighed.

“You know they’re just getting started,” Reidar said.

“Yeah.” Kelan set his clipboard down on a nearby workbench.

“You really gonna keep the new jewelry?” Reidar had accompanied Kelan that morning to a store where he’d purchased a pair of diamond earrings. He eyed the small stud in his brother’s left earlobe and had to admit it was effective in hiding the original piercing. But he wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to pull the look off the way Kelan did, even though they were nearly identical. Kelan had always been more rebellious with his style, such as longer hair and ripped denims after hours when not forced to wear the Catamount Outfitters uniform of polo shirt and slacks.

Kelan shrugged. “It’d probably look weird having a diamond in my ear as a cougar.”

“Heidi’s birthday is coming up.”

“Yeah, she might like diamonds.” He fingered the earring.

“What girl doesn’t? Even if the gift is from one of her brothers.”

Kelan chuckled.

“Tor and Sin will expect something, though. It’s their birthday too.”

Kelan rolled his eyes. “They can have ice cream with their cake.”

Reidar laughed, nudged the door open with his hip, and held it for Kelan as they carried the last of the shipment into the store. Depositing his load, he lowered his voice and murmured, “Can’t blame you for wanting to look a little different. Sometimes I feel like we’re still in grade school since we all dress alike here.”

Kelan grinned and repositioned some merchandise to make room for the longer boxes that had arrived. He and Kelan were quadruplets, born via C-section shortly after Axel and Gunnar. Reidar had been the baby of the family until their mother got pregnant again, the second time with Sindre, Torsten, and Heidi. Their sister was the only girl and youngest, so the brothers were protective of her.

Of course, she’d call it annoyingly overbearing, but Reidar and his brothers disagreed.

He headed for the back counter, passing Gunnar en route.

You’re in favor of this? Gunnar asked Reidar.

“I heard that,” Kelan quipped, acknowledging the question as he turned the corner, picked up a cloth and spray bottle and began to wipe off one end of the glass countertop.

Reidar shrugged and started at the other end with another cloth. It didn’t surprise him that his brothers would want his opinion of Kelan’s odd behavior. He and Kelan were inseparable growing up, and Reidar had often gone along with Kelan’s wilder ideas back in high school. And wound up sharing the punishment when things didn’t go exactly as planned.

“It’s his ear,” he said, making Gunnar, known as Falke while in catamount form, huff. The cougar sniffed the air, announced, Axel’s here with the girls, and meandered behind the counter.

Reidar cocked an eyebrow at Kelan who took a deep breath. Their senses were never as strong in human form, but he did catch the sound of a feminine giggle. “The more the merrier,” he teased.

“Shut up,” Kelan snarled.

The front door bell jingled, and Reidar prepared for the first influx of customers, wondering idly whether that was more blessing than curse. He didn’t think Axel would make a scene over an earring with customers around, but he knew his big brother wouldn’t be happy to see Kelan flout tradition by going sans collar.

Beth eyed the tracking device and frowned. The cat had done just what she feared and stuck around town. The beacon she’d injected under the skin of the feline’s nape led her into the heart of the quaint Bavarian-style village rather than away from it.

It was still somewhat early though, and she hoped that worked to her advantage. Since finding the cougar missing she’d prayed nonstop for the chance to tranquilize it before the sidewalks and streets filled with tourists.

“Ahh!” She stomped on the brake a little too hard when a traffic light turned red. Her heart raced, and her fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

Should’ve called Tim. Finding the beast would be easier if one person drove while the other kept an eye on the tracking signal. Plus, when she did find it—and she would find it—she wasn’t sure how she’d get the tranquilized beast into her Jeep and back to the lab by herself.

“One thing at a time,” she muttered to herself.

Another glance at the screen told her she was close. Very close. After the light changed, she drove two blocks and pulled into a parking spot, then grabbed her purse which held the tranquilizer gun. She didn’t want the cops called to the scene because someone mistook her dart gun for a more deadly firearm. Getting out, she stopped on the sidewalk and watched the screen, turning this way and that to get the best reading.

Oh, please, no. Somehow the cat had gotten into a building. Without bothering to read the signage, she jerked the door open and went inside.

“Good morning,” a man to her right said. “May I help you?”

She didn’t look up from the tracking device. So close. Her other hand slipped into her purse, her fingers gripping the pistol. “No thanks. Just browsing…”

The signal was strong. She headed down an aisle toward the back of the store. Gotcha!

She glanced up just in time to see the big cat leap from behind a counter onto the glass display.

“Watch out,” she shouted at a man—a store employee?—his back to her. He startled and spun toward her rather than away from the real danger now behind him.

The gun was in her hand. Pointed at the cat.

She fired.

Reidar saw a flash of auburn and heard a woman’s shout, but he was not as close to Gunnar as Kelan was, and not as quick to react.

Kelan turned and leaped to block Gunnar before the woman finished her warning cry. And then he was stumbling back toward the counter.

“What the hell?” Reidar raced to his brother’s side in time to break his fall, help guide him to the floor and hear Kelan mumble, “Not again.” His lids closed, and his body became dead weight.

Gunnar growled with full, pissed off puma ferocity.

A scuffle ensued behind Reidar as someone tangled with the shooter. Reidar pulled the tranquilizer dart from Kelan’s shoulder and allowed himself a sigh of relief.

Just knocked out, not—No, he didn’t even want to think the words.

“No, please, you don’t understand,” a woman cried.

That voice was familiar. He looked up and turned to see her.

“I understand you just shot my brother, lady,” Axel damn near snarled, refusing to let go of the woman’s wrists. He’d already knocked the pistol to the floor. Dakota picked it up gingerly, as if it would bite her.

Beth…

“Oh, God! Is he?” Heidi knelt beside them. “Let me see.”

“Stop…Let me go. That cat’s dangerous!” The auburn-haired shooter, teeth bared, continued to struggle with Axel to no avail. The Falke men were stronger than the average human, so she could fight all she wanted.

Axel gritted out, “The only thing dangerous around here is you.”

“He’s okay,” Reidar said to his worried sister who was busy checking Kelan’s pulse. Reidar held up the tiny dart. “He’s just tranq’d.”

Heidi glanced at the dart, gave a quick nod and lifted an eyelid to see Kelan’s pupil.

Despite the chaos—Gunnar hissing, Dakota holding the gun, Axel holding a trigger-happy and squirmy Beth, Torsten and Sindre showing up with the typical, “What’s going on?” and “Who’s she?”

questions, and Heidi telling anyone to call 9-1-1—Reidar suddenly found the whole situation hilarious.

And there Kelan lay, out like a light, missing the whole damn thing.

Reidar’s sudden burst of laughter silenced everyone around him. All gazes—human and catamount alike—turned toward him. His, on the other hand, targeted the auburn beauty caged within Axel’s bear hug.

So this was the scientist that downed Kel? Twice.

He chuckled again. She was still damn cute. Creamy long legs and rounded hips encased in khaki shorts today, a nice-sized chest beneath a double layer of pastel tank tops, and waves of ginger around the unblemished face of a pixie topped off with those adorable glasses, now askew on her nose from her struggles. Reidar shook his head and grinned.

“What’s so amusing?” Axel demanded. He didn’t release the squirmy firebrand.

Reidar ignored the question and climbed to his feet, placing a hand on Gunnar’s neck as if to pet the cat.

The woman’s eyes widened even more as she looked at him, really looked at him, and watched him reach out toward the cougar without losing his hand in the process. Her lips parted, and her gaze collided with his, recognition now obvious in her expression.

Shh, he told his family. I think I can explain. He glanced at Sindre, who’d retrieved a cell phone from his pants pocket. Wait on that call to 9-1-1. Just hear me out.

“Let her go, Ax,” he said aloud.

“I don’t think—” Please. “Beth’s unarmed now. I don’t think she’ll hurt anyone else, will you?” Reidar stared at the flustered woman, waiting for a response.

After an almost imperceptible pause, she shook her head. “Reidar?”

He nodded, pleased she’d recognized him amid his look-alike siblings.

“You know this woman?” Axel asked, his voice full of fury.

“Yes. She’s Beth Coldwell. Kelan and I met her at the Tap ’n Tine the other night.” He glanced at his younger brothers who were now grinning like loons as they realized who she was. “Kelan’ll be fine,” Reidar added. “Groggy and ticked that he missed all of this, but fine.”

Axel looked at Heidi who nodded, and then he let the woman go. She immediately bent to pick up something else she’d dropped in the struggle and flipped a switch on it before dropping it into the purse strapped across her chest.

“What’s that?” Reidar asked, wanting his assumption confirmed.

“A tracking device.” She looked at the cougar, down at Kelan, and then met Reidar’s gaze once more. “I’m so sorry. He jumped the wrong way.”

Only she would think Kelan did that. Reidar knew different. They were a close bunch despite their differences. Kelan saw the threat and leaped to save his brother’s life without hesitation or consideration of the consequences.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. I never would’ve shot—I was trying to protect him and all of you. I tracked that cougar here. It escaped.” She stared at the cat before reaching into her back pocket.

“I thought it was about to—”

“Careful,” Axel warned, watching her hand.

She slowed her movement, but continued until she’d produced the missing collar. “It was running around loose in the forest yesterday when I tranquilized it. I…we…There’s a team of us from WSU out here this summer conducting a research project, funded by a government grant.”

“What kind of research?”

“We’re tagging pumas to study their habits, track them, and learn more about how their population grows while other large cats around the world are near extinction. I didn’t realize it had this collar on until I got closer.”

“You shot…Falke. Yesterday?” Axel’s suspicious, angry tone put Reidar on edge. He eyed his other siblings; none were smiling now.

Beth nodded. “When I realized it must be someone’s pet, I couldn’t just leave it out there. We thought it must’ve broken free of its enclosure or something, and a semi-domesticated wild cat is a hazard not only to humans but itself too. So we brought it back to our mobile lab. I was searching for its owner, hoping this collar would help, but there’s no ID on it, and the cat escaped last night. Are you the owner?”

“Falke is part of our family,” his brother responded. “No one owns him.”

She frowned at Axel and held up the collar, shaking it at him. “Do you have any idea the kind of danger you’re putting the civilian population of this town in by trying to domesticate a wild animal?

Letting it roam the woods alone—”

“Look, lady—”

“It could run out into the road and get hit by a car, attack a small child—” Reidar cut off her diatribe. “He wasn’t alone.” Again, all eyes turned toward him.

Kelan would owe him big time for this.

“I was hiking…in the forests behind your house, Ax,” he began, easing his way into a story he hoped would explain everything—at least to the mad scientist with a tranq gun. “There’s some great public hiking trails through there that go on for miles, and I…umm…Anyway, Falke here, he was with me.”

Reidar stroked the cougar’s neck and tried not to wince when Gunnar grumbled inside his mind, Knock it off.

“I thought we both needed to get away for a while, burn off some energy. We weren’t in town, so I didn’t see the need for a leash.”

Gunnar growled low and deep.

Giving his brother some space, Reidar continued with his explanation from a safer distance. “At one point, I stopped for a water break. The sun was warm, and I guess I dozed a little. Falke wandered off ahead of me. We got separated, and well, I searched for him but when I couldn’t find him, I went home…uh…where he returned last night.” He shrugged. “I figured Falke could find his way home, and I was right. He always comes back.”

“He has another collar,” Beth observed, then looked around, her brow furrowing in obvious confusion. “You’re all wearing collars?”

“Yeah, well,” Reidar replied, “it’s part of our uniforms. It’s only fair that if Falke must wear one to be here, we should all be willing to do the same. Anyway, after Falke came back without his, Kelan gave him his collar this morning.”

The puma huffed and lowered his head onto his big paws, his body taking up a large chunk of counter space, his tail swiping back and forth in an angry way.

So what if the family didn’t buy his tale; it only mattered whether she did.

“I thought it must’ve broken and fallen off or something,” Reidar said, warming to his story. He held out his hand for the collar, waiting patiently until she handed it over. “We decided it would be better if the cat wore one. You know, since the townsfolk know Falke, they won’t be alarmed, but without the collar he could be mistaken for a wild animal.”

Raising her chin in challenge, Beth looked him in the eye. “Mistaken? Collar or not, he is a wild animal,” she stressed. “A predator, a carnivore, with sharp teeth and claws. Don’t fool yourself.”

Reidar smiled. She was a spitfire and adorable when ticked. A shame their budding acquaintance had to end on this sour note.

Kelan was going to get a piece of his mind for not sharing that Beth was the trigger-happy scientist with him last night.

“I suppose you removed the ear tag too?”

Sindre and Torsten snickered but sobered when Axel scowled at them. Feeling uncomfortable, Reidar nodded to Beth.

“I’m sure there’s some kind of law against that,” she said, her frown out in full force.

“And I’m sure there’s some rule against tagging family pets,” he countered with a smirk, “so let’s call it even.”

She cast a worried glance at the cat, which hadn’t moved from his spot on the counter. “You just let it roam free in the store? Around town?”

“In the store, yes. Around town, he has to be on a leash just like any other animal taken for a walk.”

Her tone softened. “Do you have any idea how inherently dangerous that is? How liable you are

—” Falke yawned, and Reidar fought to keep his expression sober. Hers was an argument as old as every person present, older really, but the villagers had been conditioned to accept the Falke family quirk for generations. Their “pet” had become somewhat of an unofficial town mascot, and the cat was rarely if ever the one who actually caused trouble.

“Falke’s been welcome in Leavenworth longer than you, Ms. Coldwell,” Axel said, his tone harsh. “If you wish to continue your research, I suggest you do it someplace else—”

“Ax…” Reidar began, but stopped when he got the look.

“And not on anyone under my protection.”

“Protection?” She glared at Axel. “I’m not a villain, mister. I’m trying to help, and I thought—”

“The name’s Axel Falke, and I’m sure you think you’re helping, but shooting a firearm of any kind inside my store is not in the wild.” He took the pistol from Dakota, checked to ensure it was unloaded, and handed it back to Beth. “I won’t press charges… this time. But I strongly suggest you determine whether the next animal you sight in on is wearing a collar before you fire. Now, if you’ll excuse us,” he finished pointedly, “I have a brother who needs medical attention.”

She seemed to want to counter but apparently thought better of it. Her lips thinned into a hard line then softened when she glanced at Kelan who lay unconscious on the floor, Heidi attending to him. Slowly, Beth raised her hand, her fingertips lightly brushing her lips. Reidar fought an urge to wrap her in his arms, console her until the furrow in her brow vanished.

But Axel was right. She’d fired at Falke not once, but twice, and both times the cat had been collared. He didn’t really know Beth, didn’t know what her scientific research entailed, but he knew enough of recent events to know now she was too dangerous to welcome further contact.

“Tell him, I’m sorry. Please?” she all but whispered to him.

“I will.”

She blinked, looked around, her gaze settling on Axel. “I’m sorry to have disturbed you,” she said, her back ramrod straight. She stashed the dart gun in her deep purse then dug around in it and produced a business card, which she handed to Reidar. “I don’t anticipate there being any, but please send any related medical bills to me at that address. I only used a mild sedative. A man his size should awaken within the hour, two at the latest. Goodbye.”

Heidi, bless her heart, didn’t give Axel time to build up steam by waiting for Beth to exit the building before she took command of the situation. “Sindre, Torsten, help me get Kel upstairs to your apartment. He needs to be in a bed, not on the hard floor. Reidar…”

“Yes, ma’am?” he quipped, his lips pressing tight against a grin.

She lowered her voice. “Go to my truck and get my vet satchel out of the cab.” She continued telepathically. If she implanted a GPS microchip on him, which is the only explanation for how she tracked him here, I need to find it and get it out, now.

Beth exited the store with as much decorum as she could muster, but the moment she slid into the driver’s seat of her Jeep, her shoulders slumped, and she gripped the steering wheel. “Damn.” Who did these people think they were? A mountain lion was not a house pet.

She glanced at the awning over the store. Catamount Outfitters. She snorted. It’d almost be cute, if the situation wasn’t so dire. Did these people not watch the news? Read the papers? Wild cats were just that…wild. The same as a wolf, or a bear, or any other creature meant to roam the forests. They could be captured and trained but were still wild deep down, and one little thing—a child’s cry, a grown human making a wrong move—and that was all it’d take for disaster to strike. They’d attack, maim and possibly kill.

And those men thought putting that cat on a leash would help? A full-grown puma had the strength of ten men when agitated.

Besides, if they loved the big fur ball, why didn’t they set it free? Couldn’t they understand that such majestic creatures should be free to roam the woodlands? Not cooped up in some damn store as a publicity stunt.

Shaking her head, she started her vehicle and backed out of the space. She drove through the small town to the end of the tourist district, then headed back to the Bavarian Inn, with her thoughts churning over what had just happened.

Of all the bad luck. She’d shot the sexy hunk in front of his family and ruined all chances of there ever being anything between them, or between her and his brother. She was embarrassed and frustrated and…

“Damn it!”

Little point in staying in Leavenworth now. Maybe they should move on and start in Wenatchee as she’d originally planned.

It didn’t take her long to drive back to the hotel. Tim was pacing, a cell phone in hand, until he looked up and saw her return. He pocketed the phone and waited with a frown on his face for her to park her Jeep next to the mobile lab.

“What the hell happened in there?” Tim asked as he opened her door. “And where’ve you been?

Professor Whitmore called to say he’ll be arriving tomorrow morning. Something last minute came up. He tried to call you too.”

Thank God for small favors.

“Sorry. Phone’s on vibe in my purse. I didn’t hear it. Didn’t you get my note?” She grabbed her purse and got out of the Jeep, slamming the door behind her.

“Yes, but ‘Cat got out. Be right back,’ isn’t exactly the kind of message that sets one’s mind at ease.”

“Sorry, but I was sort of in a hurry. The cat escaped last night. And I tracked it down.”

“You did what?”

She ignored the increased volume of his outburst. “I’m fine, as you can see, and I was right. It’s a pet. A bunch of brothers own him and keep him untethered, roaming loose inside a sporting goods store. Right in the middle of town.” She marched up the steps into the lab and flopped down in her chair. Then she rubbed her forehead and sighed. “They’re mad, the lot of them.”

“It’ll be okay.” Tim came up behind her and laid his hands on her shoulders in what she assumed was a friendly gesture, but when they began to slide down her arms, she shrugged him off. His touch was a little too friendly for her peace of mind.

“I need you to get some supplies.” She swiveled her chair so she faced him. “With the professor arriving first thing tomorrow, we need to work fast.”

“Sure. What?”

“I need you to find a hardware store to get a new side door for the trailer.”

“Why?”

Because I don’t want to have to answer the professor’s questions about claw marks on the damn door of a mobile lab we don’t own. She clenched her teeth and forced herself to breathe. “Actually, you know what? I’ll do that.”

“No, I can go get it. What else?”

“All right. Make sure the new door has a deadbolt built in. This flimsy doorknob lock obviously isn’t very effective, and we’ve got a lot of expensive equipment in here.” She waved her hand at the door. “Oh, and get whatever you need to install the…whatever it’s called to latch the deadbolt into the doorjamb. I don’t want to wake up to another call like the one this morning. Since we’re going to have to move the trailer to a more remote area soon, I think a few extra security measures are needed.

“Also, I need you to take that door off the cage and see if you can bend the bars back into place so that the latch works again. Can you do that?”

“Yeah. No problem.”

“Then, get online or call around. Find the nearest big retail store or someplace where you can get a camera.”

He wrinkled his brow.

“I want some surveillance equipment. Like a nanny cam or something. A webcam might work.

Something with wi-fi so I can view it from my laptop when I’m out.”

“I’ll see what I can find.”

“Thanks. It would have been nice to know exactly how that big boy got out of here last night.

Also, get a sturdy padlock for the cage. I didn’t think about it before, but I guess the slide latch doesn’t cut it for a domesticated mountain lion. If we’re lucky enough to land a wild one, I don’t want it getting out.”

Tim grabbed a notepad from the desk and started scribbling, then looked up at her and around the lab. He cleared his throat.

“What?” she asked, irritated. Not really at Tim, just in general. This whole expedition had not started out well. She prayed the rest of the summer went better.

“Doesn’t it seem odd that a mountain lion was loose in here and the only damage is to the door? I mean…” He trailed off with a shrug. “I would have thought a ticked off cougar would do a bit more destruction before figuring out how to open the door.”

She glanced around the lab. He was right. It was odd, and she was surprised it hadn’t occurred to her before. With a frown, she sighed. “It lives with those guys. Maybe it’s house broken and didn’t want to pee in the cage.” She chuckled. “Hell, Tim, this is only day two, and things aren’t going well.”

“Don’t worry. Professor Whitmore will be here tomorrow. Everything’ll be fine.”

“Sure. Here, use this to pay for everything.” She dug into her purse and pulled out her credit card.

“Just bring me back the receipts.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to do the lab work on the blood samples we took from the cat and get them into the database. I’ve also got to contact the forestry department again and set up that meeting with one of the park rangers to see if there’s a good place we can move the lab.”

“All right.”

She nodded and dug in her pocket for the car keys. “If you have to go all the way into Seattle for the equipment, bring me back some McDonald’s fries.” She grinned. “If we’re heading into the woods soon, it’ll be my last splurge for a while.”

He chuckled and took the keys. “Sure thing, Lizzy.”

She rolled her eyes at his back as he left the trailer. Lizzy. Why the hell did he insist on calling her that? She swiveled around and turned on the computers. She had several hours of work to keep her busy, and it would be nice not having Tim around to bug her while she did it. He was a nice guy, but she feared he wanted to take their relationship from friendship to something more, and she didn’t see him that way.

Five hours later, she stared at the computer screen disbelieving what she saw. She’d run the tests three times, and each time they came back the same. There was something very, very odd about that cat.

Chapter Four

His head hurt. His vision was blurry.

“Fuck. What happened?” Kelan asked no one in particular. “Where the hell—”

“Don’t move,” his sister said.

“Heidi?”

“Yes. Just relax. You’re in Sin’s bed. You were tranq’d by some crazy woman. Do you remember?”

Kelan groaned, let his head fall back on the pillow and closed his eyes. Yeah, he remembered.

How in the hell had she found him?

“Hey, bro,” Reidar said, jostling the mattress as he sat on the other side of the bed.

Kelan opened his eyes and tried again to focus, get his bearings. “Hi. Shit, that stuff packs a punch.” He rubbed his arm where the dart had pierced his skin. “How long have I been out?”

“Long enough for Axel to build up steam,” Reidar answered.

“Shit.”

He slid his hand around to his nape and felt a small bandage. “What—?”

“I had to do surgery,” Heidi said.

“Surgery?”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “A small procedure. Won’t even leave a scar, I promise.

You had a microchip inserted under the skin.” Her fragile smile faded. “That’s how your sharp-shooting scientist tracked you here. If Gunnar hadn’t been shifted and nearby—”

“Yeah, I get it.” He’d fucked up and damn near exposed their secret to an overeager scientist who would probably love nothing more than to find fame and fortune by unveiling a new species to the world. “You don’t have to badger me about it.”

“Who me?” she asked. “I figure Axel can have that honor.”

With a frustrated groan, Kelan pushed down and sat up a little.

“Here, let me,” Heidi said, adjusting the pillows for added cushion. “We can probably take this off now. It was just a tiny incision—probably stopped bleeding half an hour ago.” She peeled off the bandage. “Yep, we’re good. It’s a good thing your girl uses the latest in technology. If this had been an old, bigger model—”

“She’s not my girl,” Kelan snarled.

“Okay, okay. Sheesh, don’t get snappy. Just a figure of speech.” Heidi stood, tossed the bandage in a trashcan, and retrieved her satchel. “And since you’re obviously on your way to a full recovery-hot-headed attitude and all—I’ll get back to work. I’m late enough as it is.” Pausing at the door, she glanced back with a grin. “Nice earring, by the way. I’m sure it looks a lot better than an ugly ID tag.”

Kelan threw a pillow at her, missing on purpose. Laughing, his little sister danced out of sight.

He rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh. Reidar didn’t move, of course. His closest sibling had the patience of a saint.

Kelan glanced at his brother. “Okay, let me have it.”

“I’m hurt.”

Kelan blinked. “What?” That had been the last thing he expected.

“You’ve been keeping secrets.”

“I have not,” he protested. Not from Reidar. Hell, Reidar knew more than anyone else about what he’d been through. How could he say that?

“You didn’t tell me your scientist was a certain hot stranger with fiery hair, long legs and a tongue as sharp as a whip. You should’ve seen her stand up to Axel. At least until he sent her packing.”

Kelan rubbed his face with both palms to avoid Reidar’s stare. So that’s what he was so hurt by?

If roles were reversed, he’d expect Reidar to leave off that little detail, too. Why would any grown man with an ounce of pride want to admit a woman felled him, tagged him and put him in a cage?

Even if she was sexy in a quirky, scientific way.

“Last night, when you said scientists,” Reidar continued, “I pictured pale-faced, skinny men with horn-rimmed glasses, receding hairlines and pocket protectors.”

Kelan decided offense was the best defense. “There were two of them, and one fits that description, a little. Besides, would you admit a woman we’d been ready to bed shot you in the ass with a tranq dart?”

Reidar opened his mouth to say more, but Axel walked in. With reinforcements. When Axel came to a stop near the bedside, Gunnar, dressed in a Catamount Outfitter uniform, stood behind him.

“Who’s manning the store?” Reidar asked, his gaze on Gunnar.

“Torsten’s prowling,” Gunnar answered.

“Sin can handle the counter by himself for a while,” Axel added, letting Reidar off the hook for now.

“Dakota?” Kelan asked, surprised to see both of his big brothers here rather than trailing her like hungry kittens.

“I’m here,” she said, stepping into view through the doorway, although she remained in the hall.

“Figures,” Kelan mumbled. Reidar cleared his throat.

Alex frowned. “I see your nap didn’t help your disposition.”

Kelan adjusted himself, sitting up straighter. He didn’t like being in a position of weakness.

“Getting tranq’d by some broad with a quick trigger finger will do that to ya.”

“You should’ve come to me, told me what happened—”

“And set you off on another of your alpha speeches? No thanks. I’ve heard them all before.”

“And not learned a damn thing!” Axel took a step closer, but Gunnar’s hand on his arm stopped his progress.

Kelan kicked free of the covers but stayed put otherwise, his gaze on Axel. He wasn’t sure he had the strength right now to stand up to, let alone stand against, his eldest brother.

Axel took a deep breath. “What you do, Kel, affects us all. When are you going to realize that?”

“You think I did this on purpose? That I asked to get shot and tagged? Or that I wanted any of this to happen? Fuck you, Ax. I didn’t volunteer to be a lab rat. I’m the victim here.”

“I’m pregnant.” Dakota’s words were like a bucket of ice water thrown over him. She stepped into the room, and Ax and Gunnar immediately flanked her.

“Honey—” She silenced Axel with the touch of a finger to his lips and a smile on her face. “He has to know why you’re being such a bear lately.”

Axel snorted. “A bear?”

She grinned. “Okay, a pissy puma.”

“I’m not sure that’s much better.”

She caressed his cheek, her love for Axel palpable. “He needs to know, and besides, it’ll be obvious soon enough.”

All of the anger seeped out of Kelan’s limbs. That explained everything—why Axel wouldn’t leave her side, why he’d been so scarce around work and defensive about it, about everything.

“But I thought…” Kelan began, letting his words drift off when Dakota looked at him.

She smiled. “That I wasn’t ready? I know I told everyone that because I really thought I wasn’t ready for kids.” She cast a grin at Axel first and then at Gunnar, touching him on the arm. Color in her cheeks made her look radiant. “But your brothers are rather…persuasive.”

Axel and Gunnar actually squirmed, making Dakota grin and Kelan chuckle. Dakota was pretty persuasive too, when it came to his older brothers.

Reidar was the first to move. He got up, went to their sister-in-law and pried her away from her mates. “Congratulations, sis.”

She giggled and returned his hug. When they pulled apart, she approached the bed where Kelan sat, having draped his legs off the side.

He smiled, opened his arms. “I’m happy for you.”

Her eyes were so alive with joy, he felt her gaze like a punch to the gut. “Thanks.” She gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek, then whispered, “Don’t blame Axel. He’s just a little overprotective.”

He chuckled as she pulled away. Yeah, his big brother had always been that way, worried about the safety of his siblings, and now his mate. And Kelan hadn’t made it easy on him.

Quite frankly, he blamed himself for the whole fiasco. And he grasped the seriousness of the danger without Axel having to point it out. A scientist had captured him, tagged him, and he’d led her to his family. If Gunnar hadn’t been shifted…

“I’ll handle this,” Kelan told them. Whatever it took, he’d do it. He wouldn’t let a mistake on his part endanger his family or his brothers’ future.

“There’s nothing really left to handle,” Reidar said, drawing the attention of everyone else. “The microchip is out. The woman knows the cat is home with us, safe and sound. No harm, no foul. Now she can go off into the woods and find real wildlife to pester with her darts and tests. There’s no other reason for her to come around again, unless she needs camping supplies.”

After a moment, Gunnar said, “Let’s hope you’re right about her.”

“But there’s still one thing left to do,” Axel said.

“And that is?” Kelan asked.

“Someone has to tell our fathers.”

Kelan cringed but pushed to his feet and met Axel’s unyielding gaze. Axel might be the family’s alpha now, but Kelan would rather dive head first into lava than upset his fathers. Nonetheless, he nodded.

“I’ll go with him,” Reidar volunteered.

Thanks, Kelan said telepathically without a glance at the brother who’d been there with him, for him, all his life. A firm hand patted his shoulder.

Don’t worry. You can make it up to me some day.

“At least I’ll have another day to figure out how to tell them,” Kelan said as he lifted the frosty mug to his lips.

Sitting in their usual booth at the pub, Reidar nodded and shredded small pieces off a paper napkin. He preferred the “rip the bandage off fast” approach when dealing with their fathers, not putting things off as long as possible, the way Kelan always did. His brother lucked out with a reprieve from telling their fathers about his capture, when they’d found a note at home earlier that afternoon saying their dads had gone to visit an old friend in Seattle.

“Oh, come on,” Kelan said, chuckling. “It’s not like they’re going to take a belt to our backsides.”

Reidar cast him a narrow-eyed glance. “I didn’t do anything wrong. If anyone’s ass needs to be belted, it’s yours. What exactly were you thinking, running off on your own like that?”

“Now you sound like Axel.” Kelan slouched in the booth across from him and folded his arms. “I was pissed and needed to cool down. I’d gone to talk to Axel about our idea, and he blew me off.

Again.”

“Oh.” Reidar reached for his beer. “At least we know why he’s being such an ass lately. Maybe after the babies are…Wow. We’re going to be uncles.” He knew the responsibility behind raising their kind. Their own mother and fathers hadn’t had it easy with six telepathic, shape shifting boys and a girl who wanted to be one of them. Childhood was bad enough, but once they reached puberty and could shift…

“Kill me if I ever get that way around a woman.”

Reidar laughed. “We have to find one who’ll put up with you first.”

“You think you’re a comedian…”

Still grinning, Reidar stared at his glass a long moment, then said, “Do you ever think about it?”

“About what?”

“A mate. Settling down. Having children.” He couldn’t believe he was actually bringing this up, but something changed in him when Dakota made her announcement.

“Whoa, there. Where the hell is this coming from?” Kelan sat forward and leaned over the table.

“We’re going to have kids in the family in a matter of months, and you’re thinking about getting laid?”

“I got laid last weekend. That’s not what I mean.” Reidar sent Kelan a look of irritation. His brother could be so obtuse sometimes. “I’m talking about finding what Axel and Gunnar have.”

“Paranoia? Having to look after someone else? Guarding a woman? Have you lost your mind?

I’m too young to do that. I’ve got too much living left first.”

“We’re the same age as Axel and Gunnar.”

“Yeah, and look at how nuts they’re acting.”

“Gunnar seems okay.”

“He’s not the alpha.”

The two might share the same woman, but a lion’s share of the responsibility lay with the elder.

When he and Kelan claimed their mate, that duty would fall to Kelan, so Reidar could see his point… somewhat. “That’s what has you worried?”

“I didn’t say that,” Kelan said a little too fast. He sat back and lifted his drink. “Besides, what you’re obsessing over—”

“I’m not obsessing.”

“Who’d you fuck last weekend?” Kelan demanded as if just realizing what Reidar had said earlier.

Reidar laughed. “You really do have your mind on other things if it took you that long.”

“Who was she?”

Reidar shrugged, but incriminated himself with a grin. “Just a hot German coed on summer holiday.”

Kelan snorted. “She got a sister?”

“Naw, but her two best friends were a lot of fun. They left town the next day anyway. Just stopping through on their road trip.”

Kelan’s jaw dropped. “You…What the hell, man? All three?”

Reidar winked. “Oh, yeah. All three. Damn if they didn’t wear me out!”

“Asshole. Didn’t even bother to call me.”

“Actually, I did. Remember? Saturday evening? You told me you were busy when I called and asked what you were up to.”

Kelan slumped farther down in the booth. “Jackass.” Reidar laughed again, which made his brother smile. “And you’re willing to give up hot coeds for a mate and a litter of brats?”

Reidar’s smile faded, and he sighed heavily. “I guess I’m tired of it all.”

Kelan raised an eyebrow. “After three at once, I’d be tired too.”

“No, man. That’s not what I mean. Three women in one night was great—some of the hottest, raunchiest sex I’ve had in ages. But I woke up alone.” He shrugged and lifted his drink. “It’d be nice to wake up, roll over, and find someone there next to me. Someone I really cared about.”

“Fine, whatever. All I’m saying is it’s a moot point anyway. Where in this town are we going to find a woman who likes our…ahem…you know…? Our more adventurous side?”

Reidar eyed his brother. He’d considered that thought a time or two himself. Not that he was ready to admit it to the man who would one day share his mate.

They’d shared women in the past. Coeds on summer vacation were the easiest one-night stands because they left soon afterwards. And then there were a few trips into Seattle where they’d found an impressive fetish club called Inferno. Behind its doors they’d experienced some of the wilder, kinkier fantasies they’d only discussed before.

They both knew exactly what the other wanted. But Kelan didn’t believe they’d ever find the right woman in their small hometown. Too few people.

Sure, the tourism brought in variety. Dakota had been an outsider when Axel and Gunnar claimed her. But she was the exception, because she fit in around here. Most outsiders didn’t, and they weren’t normally welcome for the long haul in Leavenworth’s close-knit community.

And their family secret was just too big. Look how much trouble Beth Coldwell had caused, and she’d been in town only a day or so. Outsiders were bad news. She proved it. But damn, she was hot.

So, they’d no doubt have to go elsewhere to find the right woman, but where? Reidar had no earthly idea where to find a suitable mate—one willing to live here. Because when all was said and done, Reidar knew both he and Kelan wanted to stay near the family, no matter how mad Kelan got at their brothers.

Don’t look now, Kelan muttered through their telepathic connection, but the cougar hunter just walked in.

Reidar glanced toward the door to see Beth enter the dimly lit pub. Uh oh. Should we leave? He turned back to Kelan who flashed him a smirk.

Run? From her?

Kelan, she’s a scientist with a knack for shooting your ass.

“Good point.”

“Kel…I know that look, and it always spells trouble.”

“There’s one more little thing I didn’t tell you about the mad scientist.”

Reidar finished the last of his beer and raised his eyebrows in question.

“She’s into cages and collars.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m serious as a heart attack.”

Still skeptical, Reidar asked, “And you know this how?”

“She likes to talk to caged kitty cats.”

Reidar shook his head and chuckled. Beth might not be in it for the long haul, but he’d wanted to get his paws on her curvy body ever since they’d walked her back to her hotel.

Kelan was right. They had a lot of time to find the one. And no one had forbidden them from seeing her again…as humans. “You think she’d like to play?” he asked, shoving aside the voice of reason that warned against any and all liaisons with the pretty scientist.

We’ll see, Kelan said silently. She’s coming our way.

Beth’s tummy fluttered the instant she spotted two of the Falke brothers sitting in a booth at the rustic, old world pub. The slightly longer hair identified one of them as Kelan, awake and apparently suffering no ill effects from the tranquilizer she’d shot him with that morning. And the other must be Reidar, who had stuck up for her and kept their brother from calling the police.

For a brief instant, she thought about leaving, but she’d never been one to avoid responsibility.

She knew what she had to do. Squaring her shoulders, she weaved her way through tables and chairs and across the dance floor to the side of their booth. When she arrived, though, her brain seemed to go completely blank. They looked at her with identical pairs of eyes, showing none of the censure she’d expected. Hazel eyes glinting with something hot and primal that made her scalp tingle.

“Hey there, sharpshooter,” Kelan said, one side of his mouth kicked up into a slight grin.

She tried for an apologetic smile, but the heated look he gave her made her lips tremble with nerves. She slipped a hand over her belly to quiet the butterflies. “Yeah, about that…I just wanted to say—to tell you I’m really sorry about tranquilizing you this morning. You’re okay, right?” He wore a collar now, the one she’d had or the one he’d loaned to the cat. When she glanced at Reidar, she noted he wore his too. There was something sexy about that—these big, strong, virile men wearing leather that way.

“I’m fine, Beth,” Kelan murmured. “Now that you’re here.” His voice, a little more than a low growl, made certain parts of her body quiver in a stimulating, yet distressing, way. Too many months spent with microscopes and computers, and not enough playtime.

“Really? I mean good. I uh…After this morning, I figured you’d be so mad, you’d never want to see me again.” She forced a soft chuckle out and glanced at Reidar. “I thought you’d both be glad to be rid of the crazy, gun-wielding scientist.” Would she ever be able to swallow the boulder stuck in her throat?

“You armed now?” Reidar asked.

Her abrupt burst of laughter was more genuine this time. “No, I’m not.”

He flashed a set of pearly whites. “Good. Neither are we.”

Not true. The man was armed with that captivating smile and kissable lips.

Kelan held his hand out to her, and she stared at it a long moment before slipping her hand into his. He tugged her toward him, and she slid into the booth. His broad shoulders made her feel tiny, even though she was far from it. Both men’s bodies were lean, yet muscled and sexily outlined by jet black T-shirts. She took a quick glance down at their hands as Kelan’s thumb skimmed over her knuckles.

The room grew ten degrees warmer before she looked back up at his face. Such an intriguing color of eyes. Stunning.

She got a whiff of his masculine scent over the smell of fryer oil, beer and barbeque sauce. Mmm.

He smelled like the outdoors, not some expensive cologne. Different, and more than a little pleasant.

If they could bottle up that fragrance and sell it, he’d be a rich man.

She needed to get her brain back on track. “How many are there of you?”

Kelan’s eyebrow rose, and Reidar, across the table, chuckled. She turned to look at him, only to find his gaze on her just as hot—and demanding?—as Kelan’s. She licked her lips, trying to get some moisture back into mouth.

“We’re two of a set of quads,” Reidar answered, sliding out of the booth and then in beside her, trapping her between him and Kelan. “Axel’s the oldest, and Gunnar is second.”

The invasion of her personal space didn’t make her want to elbow them away. No, just the opposite, she wanted to lean into him—them—either one of them.

“And…” She cleared her throat. Her mouth seemed awfully dry. “And who is the oldest of you two?”

Kelan gave a slight bow of his head, which she found rather cute, but then his gaze snagged hers, and her breath caught. Oh, if that wasn’t sexual interest, she didn’t know what was. She hadn’t been out of the dating scene so long she couldn’t recognize the signals. His thumb stroking the back of her hand and fingers sent electrical charges straight to her breasts, tightening her nipples.

She turned to look at Reidar, and he raised a hand and slid a finger down her cheek. “I sense you like being here between us.”

What woman wouldn’t? she thought, trying hard to get her lungs to work at a healthier pace.

“Your breathing has sped up, your pupils dilated.”

She swallowed hard. The man was way too observant.

Kelan’s index finger stroked the inside of her thigh where her shorts had ridden up when she sat, and her breath hitched. Seriously? Were they both…

Kelan leaned in and whispered, “Have you ever fantasized about two men, Beth?” His tongue stroked the rim of her ear.

She shivered even as her body ignited.

Reidar leaned closer, his lips a mere breath from hers. “Ever wonder what two mouths and four hands would feel like pleasuring you?”

Dear Lord. This was for real. “I…”

“You what?” Reidar asked, his voice a soft whisper against her mouth.

“I thought I’d screwed up…my chances…with you.”

Reidar brushed his lips across hers, not quite a kiss, but a caress that had her longing for one.

“Falke’s back, safe and sound, and Kel’s…well rested.”

She giggled and heard Kelan chuckle too. “Yes, I guess he is,” she admitted.

Reidar smiled. He was incredibly handsome when he did that, she thought.

“How adventurous are you, Beth?” Kelan’s hot breath tickled her ear. “A woman going into the wilds in search of beasts…How about some animal activity closer to home?”

As Kelan spoke, she stared at Reidar’s lips, so close yet not touching. Her breaths grew shallow.

Her heart rate doubled. Damn, the man smelled good.

“B-both of you?” Her voice came out as a squeak, but she had to be sure.

Reidar brushed his nose against hers, and his grin was pure male temptation. “Would you like that, Beth?”

She nodded, afraid to open her mouth. She’d been hoping for one, but two was good. No, two was great. They were offering her every woman’s darkest fantasy. Her fantasy. Two gorgeous men—twins at that. At once. Oh. Yeahhh.

Without hesitation, she leaned toward Reidar and kissed him. His tongue swept into her mouth, and he tasted of beer and masculinity, a downright sensual flavor. Sizzling heat flowed through her, and she opened for him, wanting more. His fingers scooted up her outer thigh, edging beneath the hem of her shorts.

Kelan’s free hand, the one not holding her hand, slid over her stomach.

She moaned.

“Beth,” Kelan whispered, and Reidar slowly pulled back, looking her in the eyes.

“Yes,” she said on a soft breath.

“Let’s get out of here,” Kelan continued, “before we do something to embarrass you. We don’t want that.”

The strangest thing happened right then that she didn’t understand. Kelan’s thoughtfulness, his voice combined with Reidar’s tender gaze, gelled into…something that tugged at her chest. She’d completely forgotten where she was, much less her vulnerability in almost doing something shockingly risqué in such a public arena. But the men hadn’t—they’d thought of her.

A peace settled over her, as if she belonged between these two men. It should be wrong. Two men at once was nothing more than a fantasy. But it was one she couldn’t pass up. She wanted—in that moment needed—to be with them.

She breathed in deep, realizing Reidar’s scent was ever so slightly different than Kelan’s, but just as potent. And the mixture of them both made her insides melt.

“My room is close,” she said, never taking her gaze from Reidar’s.

He nodded and slid out of the booth, then held his hand out to her.

Chapter Five

The sun was peeking through the treetops on its westward decline when they stepped onto the sidewalk. It wouldn’t be dark for another couple of hours.

Kelan stopped and spun her around to face him. “You ready for this?”

As ready as I’ll ever be. “Of course,” she said, trying for confidence.

He used a finger to lift her face toward his and leaned closer, whispering, “Care for a little experimentation, my sweet and sexy scientist?”

A thrill shot through her, and her pussy clenched. She nodded, rising to reach his lips with her own, but he pulled away.

Kelan grinned. “Patience, hon.” Like the first night they met, he tucked her hand in the crook of his arm, this time settling his own hand over hers.

She blinked. “Um, okay.” She could wait. The hotel wasn’t far. But she wanted so badly to yank him into at least a jog, preferably a record-breaking sprint.

Reidar moved to her other side as they walked along the sidewalk, lacing his fingers with her free hand without missing a step.

She didn’t know what to say, so she kept her mouth shut. Excitement skittered through her. It had been a while since she’d been with any man, and her last few dates had been lab geeks not unlike Tim.

Nothing against Tim. He was a nice guy, as were her dates. She’d enjoyed the pleasant evenings of intellectual conversations at the time, but this was different.

These two brothers stirred up the woman inside her, the one that read erotic stories until 3:00 a.m. and dreamed for one chance to experience the type of passion embodied in a best-selling romance. They might be way out of her league, but she wasn’t about to mess anything up by saying something stupid.

They entered the lobby of the Bavarian Inn. Reidar and Kelan greeted the guy behind the desk by name, but they didn’t stop to chat.

“You know him?”

“Small town.” Reidar winked at her.

“Where’s your room?” Kelan asked.

“Second floor. 201.”

They headed for the wide set of wooden stairs, letting her lead the way, though Kelan never released his grip on her, almost as if he thought she might run away.

Not a chance of that!

When they reached her room, Kelan said, “Where’s your key?”

She reached for her pocket with her free hand, but Reidar grabbed her wrist, startling her.

“He asked you where it was, not for you to get it.”

She raised her eyes to him. “Left pocket.”

He gave a nod and reached into her pocket. Her breath snagged in her throat, and she nearly choked because of the intimate contact. He withdrew the keycard from her pocket and let go of her wrist.

“Before we go any further,” Kelan said, drawing her attention from his brother, “have you ever used a safe word?”

Eyes wider, she shook her head.

“Dart,” Reidar suggested, making Kelan roll his eyes and her chuckle. “I don’t think she’ll forget it.”

No, Reidar was right about that.

“All right,” Kelan said. “Dart is your safe word. Use it if you need to, but know that if you do, we’ll stop, and this ends.”

Whatever this was, she wasn’t ready for it to end, so she nodded. “Okay.”

Reidar opened the door, stepping in and to the side so she and Kelan could enter.

“I…uh…”

“Shh,” Kelan coaxed, removing her glasses and handing them to his brother without releasing her from his intense gaze.

Okayyy… She could still see him up close and crystal clear. Things in the distance were another matter.

A somewhat fuzzy Reidar went straight to the low dresser against one wall, set her glasses down and opened the top drawer.

“What are you—” Kelan clapped his free hand over her mouth. “I said, hush. No talking unless we tell you to.”

What the hell? Had she made a mistake trusting these two?

She made a face and tried tugging away from Kelan, but he pulled her back hard against his chest. Though she squirmed, he didn’t let go.

“Don’t chicken out now, hon,” Kelan said, and she heard the amusement in his voice.

“Not a chicken,” she said, her words muffled behind his hand. But she wanted answers for his sudden overbearing attitude, even if his body felt way too good for comfort.

His lips against her ear, he reminded her, “First experiment, our sweet scientist. Can you behave and do as you’re told?” He nipped her lobe, and his voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “You’ll be so pleased when you do.” The emphasis he placed on pleased lent itself to vast possibilities. And his added, “We’ll make sure of it,” turned them into promises that left her mute.

In the third drawer Reidar scrounged through her underwear, finally lifting out a lacy thong.

“This’ll have to do. She doesn’t have any stockings.”

Why the hell would she have stockings? She was on a scientific trip here, not some Club Med holiday. And what was he going to do with her thong? Those were her special get-lucky undies. She hadn’t been sure until right this second why she even brought them.

“You won’t mind us getting a little kinky…now will you?” Kelan’s deep whisper in her ear sparked goose bumps across her flesh and made her sex moisten.

Kinky… She loved the sound of that. When she answered by pushing her butt against him, his husky chuckle made her insides quiver.

Reidar approached with her thong, and Kelan spun her around, removed her purse from across her chest, dropped it to the floor and wrapped both arms around her.

She’d been right. No mistake about it. They weren’t interested in her possessions. They were here for her.

Before she could react, Kelan’s mouth was on hers, and Reidar had hold of her hands, pulling them behind her back and binding them with the thong.

For a fleeting instant she fought, but Kelan’s tongue swiped into her mouth, and she forgot why she would ever want to fight either of these two. His kiss was harder, more demanding, than Reidar’s had been, and even more arousing. It made her tingle and pulse from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. She melted against his chest, tilting her head back so he could deepen the contact.

And then Reidar’s hands were around her waist, up under her shirt, against the flesh of her stomach, grazing the underside of her breasts. He pressed his chest against her back and nipped that sweet spot between neck and shoulder, and she cried out. Kelan swallowed the sound as he brought his hands up to cup her face.

Oh, God, she was going to pass out from the eroticism of this moment. Of these big men surrounding her.

Reidar’s crotch pressed against her bound hands, and she felt the hard bulge there. The heat…He desired her as much as she wanted them. She could barely keep up with the tempestuous sensations bombarding her body and mind. They consumed her.

The button of her shorts popped. Ziiippp. Someone was…The shorts dropped to the floor.

Shit, she was wearing ugly underwear. The pale pink pair with bleach spots. Why hadn’t she put on the thong? What did it matter? Warm caresses sent her panties sliding after her shorts, which made her whimper into Kelan’s mouth.

He teased her tongue with his and nipped her bottom lip. When he pulled back and broke contact with her, Reidar lifted her tank top and pulled it over her head, but he left it around her upper arms, trapping them.

Kelan looked down at her chest, drawing her own gaze there, as Reidar set to work on the half dozen hooks on the front of her bra.

“Nice,” Kelan murmured when Reidar spread the bra and exposed her breasts.

Her face heated, and her nipples puckered in the air-conditioned room.

“Mmm-hmm,” Reidar said, cupping her breasts and lifting them in his palms. “Real nice.”

She didn’t know what to do, so she stood there, trying not to be self-conscious. Her breasts were large, more than filling Reidar’s hands, and Kelan seemed to enjoy watching the motion of their jiggling as Reidar toyed with their weight.

“Fucking hot,” Kelan said, his palms on the move from her hips, down and around to cup her ass.

Then Reidar’s thumbs flicked her nipples, and she jumped at the bolt of arousal that shot straight to her pussy.

“Sensitive,” Reidar muttered in her ear. “That’s good.”

It felt good, and she wanted him to do it again, but he released her, and before she knew it, Kelan lifted her into his arms and carried her to the king-sized bed, where he laid her down.

“Don’t move.”

She did adjust herself, to take some pressure off her bound arms, but then she lay still, her shorts and underwear around her ankles, trapped by her hiking boots.

Kelan moved to her feet and started unlacing her boots. She turned her head to look for Reidar, but Kelan smacked her thigh.

“I said, don’t move.”

It hadn’t hurt, but it got her attention. She frowned at him. “I was just—” Another slap to her thigh, this one hard enough to smart. “And no talking, either.”

She jackknifed into a sitting position. “Now wait just a damn—” Kelan grabbed her right arm and leg and flipped her onto her face. A sharp slap stung her left buttock.

“Hey,” she cried.

He slapped again, but then his big, warm, slightly rough palm massaged the heated sting, which turned into a lingering tingle of pleasure.

“Stop trying to control the situation, Beth,” Kelan said, his voice low and sexy. “You let go, and we’ll make you come harder than you ever thought possible. But if you insist on disobeying…”

Another slap, this time to the other cheek, got his point across.

She moaned when he once more rubbed her butt cheek, and the pleasure was a million times more than the pain. She ground her pelvis instinctively against the bed.

“Understand?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yes, Kelan,” he corrected.

“Yes, Kelan,” she repeated, a smile tugging at her lips.

“You remember your safe word?”

“Yes, Kelan.” She remembered, even though she hadn’t once thought to use it, and didn’t want to now.

The bed dipped at her side, but she didn’t look. Now that she knew what the game was, she lay still and waited for whatever they wanted. She wasn’t a total innocent. Although she’d never had a dominating man in her sexual repertoire—which really wasn’t all that full anyway—she’d read enough to know about BDSM and found the idea of kinky sex thrilling.

Now was her chance to experience some for real with not one guy, but two. And if she pleased them, perhaps later she could persuade them to give her more information on their unusual pet cougar.

Either way, she’d wake tomorrow with no regrets.

“Time for your second test, Beth,” Kelan said, regaining her attention.

“I’m going to blindfold you,” Reidar said. “Is that okay?”

She nodded with a smile, appreciating that he’d asked. “Yes, Reidar.”

“Good girl.” Kelan went back to loosening her bootlaces.

Reidar used a hand towel from the bathroom to blindfold her eyes. He tied it securely behind her head, adjusted it, then tugged her ponytail holder off and spread her hair out over her shoulders.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured. He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder, licked her skin, and then nuzzled just below her ear. “I like that you don’t wear perfume. You smell good being all you.”

Perfume drew mosquitoes and other nasty, biting, stinging bugs. She’d learned that as a child, wandering the woods where she grew up just north of Seattle. She kept her thoughts to herself, though, and let the warmth of Reidar’s nuzzling heat her skin.

Kelan pulled her boots off and dropped them to the floor. Off came her socks. Then a sharp bite to her butt cheek that caught her so off guard, she squealed.

Reidar, still near her ear, chuckled. “Feel free to make all the noise you like, sweet thing. Let us know you’re enjoying yourself.”

Kelan laved her flesh where he’d nipped her ass—nice rounded curves too cute for him to ignore.

But they had plenty of time, so he told Reidar, Let’s slow things down.

Reidar nodded and began to gently trail his fingertips along one of her arms. Kelan scooted back and did the same as he mapped her calves with his hands. Together they synchronized their movements to heighten her pleasure. Reidar skimmed his hands across her arms, shoulders, back and sides, while Kelan focused on her cute feet, long legs and shapely ass. Repeatedly, he drew near erogenous zones without actually touching her there…between her legs.

At times she flinched when their touch became too ticklish. At others she moaned into the bedding and thrust her ass up, eager for more, especially when they began to use their mouths and tongues to explore her body.

She tasted better than he’d hoped for back when he was her prisoner, a caged animal. Now, their roles reversed, he wanted to show her exactly what the man inside him was capable of.

Roll her over.

Reidar grinned at him and moved to do just that. Her arms were now trapped beneath her body, her legs bound loosely together with her shorts and panties. He’d have to fix that. He left her clothes bunched around her ankles to act as a cushion for his belt, which he removed from his pants and used to secure her legs.

Reidar leaned over her and murmured, “Are you ready?”

“Oh, God, please. Fuck me already!”

Kelan chuckled at her urgent enthusiasm. Not very submissive, is she?

She has spunk. I like that, and she’s bound and willing. What more can a man want?

Good question, he thought as he watched his brother kiss Beth, watched her respond by arching her back, thrusting her chest toward Reidar’s hand.

“Mmm, perfect,” Reidar murmured against her lips before continuing the kiss.

Kelan stroked her calves with both palms, wishing they’d met her under different circumstances.

Axel would probably skin him and Reidar alive if he knew they were bedding the feisty sharpshooter who opened fire in his store. Kelan knew he shouldn’t be enjoying her body or those soft whimpers of need that made his cock ache, but he was.

Tonight might be the only chance he ever had to be with her, and as selfish as he was, he’d take it.

With a growl, he pushed off the bed and began to undress while Reidar kept her undivided attention. When he was finished, Kelan tapped his brother’s shoulder and switched places with him, although he didn’t touch her immediately after Reidar pulled away.

He watched her lift her chin, turn her face from side to side, still blinded by the towel, but not unaware. Lightly, he circled one taut nipple, her full breasts making his mouth water, and she gasped.

Leaning over her, he murmured, “Time for your final experiment. We’re going to make you come again and again, Beth, before we enter you, and then we’re going to take you, hard and fast until you come some more.”

“Oh, God.”

He chuckled and tweaked her nipple then walked his fingers down her body, pausing to dip a fingertip into her navel.

She nibbled her bottom lip and lifted her hips. He slid his fingers into the tiny patch of soft curls above her pussy, heard her breath catch. He paused, brushing his fingers over that patch, and then asked, “Do you want more?”

“Yesss.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please, Kelan. Touch me.” As she spoke, she parted her knees as much as the snug belt at her ankles would allow.

He started slow, using one finger to rub her clit. “You’re so wet, Beth.”

She whimpered and squirmed, then gave a sweet cry when Reidar rejoined them on the bed and latched on to one breast with his mouth, while he fondled the other. His voracious suckling pulled more sounds from her as Kelan sped up his fingers, flicking and plucking at her sensitive clit. She bucked and tossed her head back and forth on the pillow, and he worried she might dislodge the towel that served as her blindfold.

“That’s it, Beth. Let go. Come for us,” he urged before capturing her mouth with a thorough kiss, stilling her head. His fingers didn’t quit.

She came apart beneath them, her climax so powerful she trembled from head to toes and screamed into his mouth. He drank in her cries until they subsided to mere whimpers, and then he licked her swollen lips, reveling in the taste of her. But he didn’t linger. There was more he wanted to do to her, with her. He scooted down the bed, lifted her legs and suckled her slit.

She panted and jerked at the first swipe of his tongue but didn’t protest. Her soft sighs and juicy cunt welcomed him as he slid his head between her thighs and lapped at her pussy.

He hesitated only a second when Reidar moved to straddle her body.

She’s got the sexiest breasts I’ve ever seen. His brother began to rock back and forth. Although Kelan couldn’t see him from where he was, he knew Reidar held her luscious breasts together to form a perfect channel for his cock.

Kelan couldn’t agree more. Hard to believe she’s a scientist, huh? He could envision her as a model or actress, or Playboy centerfold. He returned his focus to her delicious pussy and added, She tastes fucking amazing too. He pressed two fingers into her wet channel and heard her hissed, “Yesss.”

She’s enjoying this, he told Reidar.

So am I.

Kelan grinned and thrust faster inside her, suckling harder on her clit. I want her to come again. I want to taste her.

“I want to see your eyes,” Reidar said to Beth, pulling the towel from her face and tossing it. The terrycloth landed on Kelan’s butt, though he didn’t stop. “Watch me. Don’t close your eyes.”

Her heels dug into Kelan’s back, and her thighs bracketed his head in place as he nipped and nibbled and finger-fucked her to another climax. The moment she came, he moaned his pleasure and tongued her thoroughly. She was sweeter than any candy, and he couldn’t get enough. Her thighs quivered. Her scream was abrupt, cut off, he assumed, by Reidar who was kissing the daylights out of her.

Only then did she relax enough for him to squirm free of her thighs. He lifted her legs straight up, and she gave no resistance. Sated and compliant, she moved where he wanted her as he aligned his cock with her tight opening.

Reidar…

His brother ended the kiss, scooted forward, and held her head with one hand while he guided his cock to her lips. “Open for me, Beth,” he murmured to her, then said to Kelan… Now.

Kelan thrust forward in a simultaneous stroke matched by Reidar who took her mouth. Oh, fuck!

Her pussy felt so damn good, tight and slick, a perfect fit. Reidar braced a hand against the headboard on the wall and plumbed the depths of her mouth with his cock, but her exquisite grip on his dick prevented Kelan from matching his brother’s gentler rhythm. He had to move, take her deeper, faster.

What was happening to him? He’d never been so close to losing control with a woman.

The answer eluded him as he went wild. He drove her and himself higher, thrusting toward a pinnacle he’d never climbed before. He forgot his intention to pull out before he came. He ignored that voice of warning that urged him to slow down, stop, run.

He wanted Beth, needed Beth and would have her. Now.

His orgasm struck mere seconds before hers, and only Reidar’s shout, which competed with his own, testified that his brother had found sweet release too.

Reidar stared at Beth’s sleeping face highlighted by the faint light of the parking lot streetlamps filtering through the window.

She was adorable with glasses; without them, she was gorgeous. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The most intense sexual partner he’d ever had.

It’s time to go, Kelan told him through their telepathic connection.

He frowned at his brother’s back as Kelan sat up on the opposite side of the bed. Reidar wasn’t ready to go just yet. Maybe not ever. What’s the rush?

What do you mean, what’s the rush? We did her—now let’s get out of here.

Don’t be an ass. Reidar pushed up on his elbow as Kelan pulled on his pants. He heard panic in Kelan’s tone. Something close to terror. Had his brother felt what he did with Beth? Had it been as earth shattering for Kelan?

“Hey, what’s…” Beth sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet over her bare breasts and pushing her hair out of her eyes. “You leaving?” she asked, looking up at Kelan.

“Hey,” Reidar said, touching her cheek, skimming his thumb over her still swollen lips.

She frowned. “Are you leaving?”

Kelan pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Morning comes early, and we all have to work.”

Beth’s stomach growled, and she touched her belly with her hand. “Yeah. Okay. I have to go find something to eat anyway. I’m starving.” She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Damn,” she whispered. “Is anything in this town open after midnight?”

“Hey, Kelan,” Reidar said as he sat up in the bed next to Beth. “The pub’s still open for another hour. Why don’t you run down and grab us some dinner?”

What are you doing? Kelan demanded as he fed his belt through his belt loops. We need to go, now, not feed the woman. She’s capable of taking care of herself.

“I mean,” Reidar said with a smile for Beth, “the least we can do is feed the woman since we interrupted her dinner plans.”

Beth smiled back at him, and the last thing he wanted to do was leave her.

Kelan glared at him. We never spend the night. What the fuck’s gotten into you?

Shut up and go get her some damn food. We’re not going anywhere yet.

“What’s the matter?” Beth reached over and flipped on the bedside lamp. “You two are acting weird.”

“Kelan gets grouchy when he’s hungry. Right, brother?”

This is fucking bullshit. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll be right back.” Kelan stormed out of the room, closing the door harder than necessary.

“Is he okay?” Beth asked.

Reidar nodded. “He’s fine. How about you?”

She grinned and ducked her head. “I’m good.”

“Oh, lady, you are way better than good.” He pushed her hair behind her ear and rubbed his thumb against her cheekbone. “Perfection.”

She giggled and scooted to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to take a quick shower.” Still holding the sheet against her breasts, she stood then tugged at it, but Reidar anchored it to the mattress, and he wasn’t about to move. When she pulled harder, he reached out, grabbed the trailing end she had around her and jerked it back toward him, making her tumble to the bed and onto his lap.

She laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “The shower’s the other way.”

“Uh-huh.” He ran his hands over her silky skin. Her arm, her side, her cute little belly.

She shivered, and her eyelids drooped. “You’re the sweet, romantic one, aren’t you?”

He’d been leaning in to kiss her but stopped short. “What do you mean?”

“Kelan’s the demanding one, and you’re the gentle one, the one with heart.”

“Well, not exactly.” He’d always thought Kelan had the most heart, because he always reacted with more volatile emotions, but his own chest ached whenever he looked at Beth. “I mean, yes. No.

Uh…”

She laughed and kissed him lightly. “It’s okay. This might sound crazy, but you balance each other. And in bed, you two together are…” She sighed against his lips. “Amazing.”

He grinned. “Amazing, huh?”

She nodded and fluttered her lips over his. “Mind blowing.”

Reidar’s cock twitched against her hip. Damn, but she was hot. All soft curves and satiny skin.

He kissed her deep, wanting to take it further, but knowing now was not the time. Not with an antsy brother on the prowl. He gripped her by the shoulders.

She pouted when he pulled away.

“Go take your shower,” he said with a gentle smile. “Kelan will be back soon with your food.”

She got up off his lap and walked naked to the bathroom, giving him a saucy glance over her shoulder at the doorway. “There’s room for two in here.”

“Tempting, but maybe next time.”

Kelan would want to have words with him as soon as he returned, which by his calculations should be any moment now. Benny always had leftovers at the end of the night and handed them out freely to any locals in the neighborhood. Since Kelan said he’d get the food, his brother would hold true to his words, but it was also obvious he was ticked that Reidar had trapped him into doing something he didn’t want to do.

She shrugged. “Next time…I like the sound of that.” Then she laughed and shut the bathroom door.

As soon as he heard the shower come on, he got up and pulled on his jeans. He wasn’t sure how angry Kelan was, but it was better to stand up to his siblings with pants on. A few seconds later a knock sounded at the door. When he opened it, his brother had a look of murder on his face and three Styrofoam containers balanced in one hand.

Kelan glanced at the closed bathroom door. You want to tell me what the fuck is up with you? We should have cut and run as soon as she fell asleep.

Reidar took the food containers from him and set them on the small, round table. He moved Beth’s laptop and folders to the dresser, and then he pulled the table over to the bed, since there were only two chairs.

Reidar…

She’s special. And you’re uptight because you know it. If we take off, leaving her like some cheap whore after what we…what she… He set the two chairs next to the table and heaved a sigh.

Oh. My. God. I don’t believe this. You’re…smitten.

Smitten? That was an odd word for Kelan to use. Actually, Reidar thought he might be in love with a woman for the first time in his life—adult life anyway. He opened one of the boxes to see it piled high with juicy, saucy ribs then met his brother’s gaze. What we shared with her tonight means nothing to you?

I didn’t say that. Kelan paused, a troubled expression marring his face. He turned toward the window, looking out for a minute, then shook his head and faced Reidar. The sex was hot, I’ll grant you that, but it was a means to an end. She just happens to like it a little kinkier than any of the women we’ve run across here before. We needed to…get her out of our system. That’s all.

Another box was crammed full of pulled pork and dinner rolls. It’s more than that.

It can’t be.

It is.

Have you forgotten who she is and what she does for a living? Kelan’s voice was loud enough in his head to make him wince. She caged me! Shot me and put me in a cage, brother. Trust me. You don’t ever want to be in that situation.

Reidar looked his brother in the eye and said what was in his heart. I understand, Kel. It’s dangerous, but I can’t help it. I think she’s the one.

Kelan slashed his hands through his hair. “You’re fucking insane.”

“Am I interrupting something?”

They both turned to see Beth in the bathroom doorway, wearing a baby blue terrycloth robe, her hair wrapped up turban style in a hotel towel.

Kelan narrowed his eyes at Reidar, then turned back to Beth and said, “Take that off.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”

Kelan took the three steps separating them, grabbed her by the arms and pressed her against the closet door. “Did he give you permission to put clothes on?”

“No.” She struggled with Kelan, and it took all of Reidar’s will not to slam his fist into his brother’s face. But he stayed where he was and opened the third box of food. His brother had shit to work out, and so, if he didn’t hurt her, he’d let him try to figure it out.

She tried disengaging from Kelan’s hands. “I don’t need permission from anyone to do anything.”

Kelan leaned his body into hers, trapping her with his weight. “If you don’t take that off, you don’t eat.”

She got one hand free, and the slap she landed on Kelan’s cheek was rather impressive sounding from Reidar’s vantage point. Kelan didn’t budge.

“Get out of my room! Game over. This isn’t fun anymore.”

And you thought she was the one? Kelan asked Reidar, his tone a snarl, as he stared into Beth’s eyes. Glared, more like it. Both Beth and Kelan breathed hard, neither backing down.

You’re scaring her. Though he said it, Reidar wasn’t so sure he believed it. Despite her furious demands, she hadn’t once said her safe word. Still… Back the hell off. Now. Before I step in.

She’s not scared. She’s aroused. And if you step in I’ll castrate you.

“I said get out,” she repeated, the volume much lower than earlier, her tone lacking conviction.

Kelan kissed Beth. She fought him for a moment, but soon softened, and Reidar relaxed. She wasn’t as opposed to Kelan’s high-handedness as she first seemed. Then she moaned and wrapped her arms around Kelan’s neck. No, not opposed at all, Reidar thought with a smile.

Reidar didn’t know what to make of his brother though, what to think of Kelan’s attitude. But Reidar was sure of one thing. Beth was theirs. They just had a few little issues to work out. He couldn’t quite define the one thing that made her different, but he felt it deep in his gut. He knew, and he suspected Kelan did too. But his brother had said only hours earlier he wasn’t ready and still had life to live before they searched for the one.

His brother would have to get ready, because if Reidar’s suspicions were true, the one had found them.

The sex had affected him deeply, but it had been much more than experiencing sexual pleasure with a woman. There’d been a connection, an almost linking of souls, when they were both inside of her. Despite the many women they’d shared over the years, nothing had felt this right. Perfect. As if the three of them synced somehow.

Kelan had to have felt it. If he hadn’t, his brother wouldn’t be acting quite so beastly.

Reidar sat on the edge of the bed and picked up a dinner roll. Food always helped him think, and he had a lot of thinking to do. Not the least of which would be getting past the family alpha with a woman Axel disliked upon meeting. And then there was her job. Not even he was thrilled about that, and he knew without a doubt the rest of the Falke family would oppose any union. How would she, a scientist whose career ambition included the study of animals—of mountain lions no less—react to their family secret? How could they hope to have a relationship with her and not reveal that secret?

He glanced at Kelan and Beth against the wall as he bit into the yeasty roll. This was going to get complicated.

Across the room, Beth’s thoughts were scrambled. One minute she was furious. The next she was…hot and confused. Kelan’s lips and tongue didn’t give her time to catch her breath, and yet she clung to him to keep the kiss going, her short nails raking his back. She’d happily die of asphyxiation before she’d shove him away. A whimper escaped to protest his move when he stopped the kiss.

“This isn’t a game, hon. This is for real, between you and me. What I want and need…” He pressed his lips to hers briefly and traced her bottom lip with his tongue. “You know your safe word.

All you have to do is use it. So, do you still want me to leave?”

“No.”

“Then take off the fucking robe.” He caught her lip between his teeth, while he pulled the towel from her head, spilling her damp hair around her shoulders. As he renewed their kiss by thrusting his tongue back into her mouth, she slid the terrycloth robe off her shoulders and let it drop at their feet.

She’d give him everything he needed as long as he didn’t stop the exquisite torture.

“You still hungry?” he asked, his fingers ripping at the fly of his jeans.

She didn’t have enough air in her lungs to answer, so she nodded.

“Me too.” He dipped his head and pressed kisses along her jaw, down her neck. At the same time, he shoved his pants and underwear down then lifted both of her hands overhead. While one hand pinned her wrists to the wall, he skimmed his other palm down her arm, her side, over her hip and lower. “Hungry for you.”

“Please, Kel—” He hitched her leg up around his hip and met her gaze.

Oh. My. God.

He never looked away as he ever so gently eased into her, one maddening inch at a time.

Such control, his control, tantalized her, baffled her and left her needy for more. Wild and passionate, yet strong and domineering. Slow and thorough. He was what she needed.

“You were saying?” His jaw ticked, and his hazel gaze bore into her as she shook her head.

“I’ve no idea.”

He withdrew and thrust in again, solid and deep. Her breath caught, and her lids grew heavy.

“No. Look at me.”

She did as he fucked her with a deliberate, steady rhythm that left her breathless.

“Having fun now?” he teased, but his tone was serious, his voice barely more than a growl.

“God, yesss!”

He ground himself a fraction deeper, picking up the pace. “That’s it, hon. Don’t fight it. Feel me.”

The tension grew, the rhythm quickened and her climax was imminent, spreading through her.

“Look at me, Beth.” The instant she did, he plunged in to the hilt once, twice, and shoved her over the edge. He claimed her mouth, drinking in her orgasmic cry, as he slammed into her a third and final time, filling her with his warm release.

Chapter Six

Beth stretched her arms over her head, pointed her toes toward the window and groaned in delight as special places ached that hadn’t in way too long.

She glanced around the room, but she needn’t. They were gone. Though she hadn’t heard them leave, the room felt empty. They seemed to fill it, take up all the space, all the air, and she’d liked it that way.

With a smile, she rolled to her side, pulled one pillow to her chest and smiled when she got a good whiff of Reidar’s scent.

Wow.

She wasn’t sure who that woman had been in her room last night with the Falke brothers, but she liked her. Never had she been so bold, so forward, so very comfortable. They weren’t giving her attention because of her profession. They didn’t want to sit and talk science, DNA and genetics. Reidar and Kelan had wanted to fuck her. Then feed her. Then fuck her some more. And hold her…

She moaned as her pussy clenched, and she reached between her legs to press the heel of her hand against her mound. How could she still have any desire left after last night? They’d literally fucked her into unconsciousness somewhere around two-thirty in the morning.

She grinned again, and a laugh slipped out. Never in her life had she been so turned on. By their dominance. Even by Kelan’s high-handedness. He had done things to her she’d only read about. And the way Reidar looked at her when he kissed her so beautifully was the stuff of romance novels.

Romance.

She closed her eyes and pictured the two men sitting at the tiny table in her hotel room, eating the food they’d brought for her. Reidar had been playful, endearing, and Kelan had been quiet, but the heat in his eyes when she caught him looking at her had warmed her to her toes. Especially since they’d wanted her to sit naked and eat. Which, of course, she did, because they promised more pleasure if she

“obeyed” their wishes. It had been naughty and fun.

Oh, the way Reidar had snuggled with her beneath the sheets, his strong arms wrapped protectively around her, his steady heartbeat playing a sleep-inducing cadence beneath her ear. She could get used to giving them anything they wanted.

And that concerned her.

She was only here for the summer. Possibly not even here, but in the vicinity of the Wenatchee National Forest, and after a few meetings and one spectacular night, she could feel herself falling for them. Both of them.

Individually, each man was devastating. Together…

She sighed. The Falke brothers were definitely a dangerous combination to a woman’s psyche, her libido and her hea-A quick, hard rap on the door made her jump. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realized she’d overslept then lay there daydreaming for who knew how long.

The quick, knock, knock, knock, sounded again. “Elizabeth.”

“Shit,” she muttered as she jumped from the bed. “Coming,” she called, grabbing her robe off the floor where she’d dropped it the night before when Kelan had told her—made her do it. And Reidar watching…God, she seriously had to stop thinking of the Falke brothers and get her brain in gear for work. When she snatched open the door, there stood Professor Whitmore and Tim, both wearing almost identical frowns, though James Whitmore was a good six inches shorter than Tim, thirty years older, a little thick through the middle and almost completely bald, so his frown lines seemed to travel halfway up his pate.

“I’m so sorry, Professor. I overslept.”

“I see that,” he said with obvious disgust, his lips puckered as if he’d eaten a lemon. “Get dressed and come to the lab. Tim says you have something interesting to show me.”

She couldn’t help the smile that spread over her face. “I do! I will. Ten minutes, Professor. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

The professor gave a single nod and turned away, but Tim remained, frowning at her.

“What?”

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then snapped it shut and shook his head. “You never oversleep.” Then he also turned away and headed for the stairs.

Beth didn’t have time to worry about Tim’s reaction, and Professor Whitmore was always uptight, but she wished she’d set her alarm last night. Since she only had a few minutes, she forwent a shower—she’d had two the night before anyway; the rushed one alone before dinner, and a leisurely one with both brothers after dinner—and scrounged a clean pair of khaki shorts, underwear, socks and tank top out of her luggage.

She stopped as she pulled her shirt over her head when a thought occurred to her. Reidar had been creative in his foreplay and was extraordinary when it came to oral sex, but Kelan was the only one who actually had vaginal intercourse with her. Three times. And with no protection. She closed her eyes and mentally slapped her forehead.

Unprotected sex with a virtual stranger.

She was on the pill. Pregnancy wasn’t on her mind. But how freaking stupid was she?

She didn’t have time to worry about that now. After putting on her socks and boots, she grabbed her glasses and purse and dashed out the door, making it to the lab in a little over five minutes instead of ten.

Out of breath, she jogged up the steps and through the open door.

“This is very interesting,” Professor Whitmore said to her, staring at the computer screen in front of him.

Beth cast Tim a scowl. They hadn’t waited for her. That was her information to give the professor, not Tim’s.

“Isn’t it?” she said, nudging Tim out of the way to stand next to the professor and pointing to the screen. “What these blood tests show is completely impossible, but I ran them three times.”

“Tim tells me this animal is a domesticated pet.”

“Yes.” She scowled. “He belongs to a bunch of brothers who own a sporting goods place on Front Street, and he’s a beauty. Even if they are dumb enough to keep a mountain lion in town as a so-called pet.”

“We need another blood sample to make sure this one hasn’t been tainted,” the professor said with a shake of his head as he used the mouse to scroll through the lab reports she’d typed up.

She wasn’t offended that he’d suggest her sample was tainted. A good scientist always double-and triple-checked his research, but getting additional samples from a cat they no longer had access to…“That might be a problem.” She licked her lips. “In fact I’m fairly certain it will be a big problem.

I ticked off the oldest brother pretty badly by shooting one of the others with a tranquilizer. It was an accident, but he’s not going to let me near the animal anytime soon.”

Tim snickered, and she cast him a hard look.

He raised his hands in an act of innocence. “You didn’t tell me you shot one of them.”

“I was aiming for the cat.”

Professor Whitmore leaned back in the chair and swiveled to look at her, his index finger over his lips—his trademark “I’m in deep thought” action. After a moment, he said, “So, what are you going to do next?”

Her eyes widened, and she struggled to hide her smile. She’d been afraid he would take over all the work on this project, and she might need his help with the oldest Falke, but last night made it obvious not everyone in the Falke camp held grudges. So, she said with much happiness, “I want to talk to the town vet, or vets—there’s only one clinic listed in the phonebook—and see if they know anything about Falke. I assume if he’s domesticated, he’d have to have a shot record or something the same as dogs need in a city. They might be willing to share any past medical data. We need to learn as much as possible about the cat’s history.”

Professor Whitmore nodded. “A good place to start. What did you find out about locations for the lab?”

Beth dug into her purse and pulled out a map she’d gotten from the state forestry representative.

She handed it to the professor after unfolding it. “This place,” she said, pointing to a location on the map, “is only ten miles from here. It’s a forestry base camp for fires that has electricity and well water. We can stay in town in comfortable beds for a while. At least until we play out the area and have to move again.”

“What about the pet puma? Won’t it have an impact on this area?”

“I thought about that. But I think it’s still worth a couple of days here at least,” she said, tapping the spot on the map, “especially if they usually keep it closer to town. I think the base camp a little farther away offers the best place to start. We can work outward from there and still be close enough to town to follow up on the Falke cat. I have identified five more possible spots too, but only one has electricity. We’ll have to run the generators on the others, which means hiking farther to be away from the noise.”

She felt as if she were rambling, so she stopped and waited.

The professor examined the map, then nodded. “Very good, Elizabeth. You’ve thought this out well.” He looked up at her. “Since you fixed the problems before I arrived, I’ll not question you on letting a cougar loose in my lab.”

Damn Tim! She hadn’t let anything loose. She kept her expression neutral, then gave a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you, Professor. Let’s just say that I learned a few things about cougars and captivity.”

“Oh?” He glanced back at the map.

She cast Tim a look of disgust, wishing she could shove him into the cage behind him. “They don’t like it much, sir.”

The professor chuckled. “No, I suppose they don’t.” He sobered quickly. “But it’s a good thing the one that got loose was somewhat domesticated.”

“Yes, sir, it is.”

“What’s the name of that store you said the brothers own?”

“Catamount Outfitters.”

“Yes, of course. All right then. Go on now. See if you can get any information from the vet. Tim and I will move the lab to your first choice location.”

“Thank you, Professor. I’ll meet you out there as soon as I know anything.” She headed out into the warm, early morning sunshine and to her Jeep parked next to the hotel.

“Lizzy, wait.”

She turned her head toward Tim as he approached her vehicle. “What?”

He halted at the ticked-off look she gave him. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was a secret or anything.”

She sighed. “Of course it wasn’t a secret, and I would have told him eventually, but you tattled, and that’s not cool.”

“Sorry.” He did look contrite, but then went and ruined it by saying, “I’ll buy you dinner to make up for it. Okay?”

The hopefulness in his expression had her shaking her head. “Don’t worry about it, Tim. No harm, no foul.”

“You sure? I heard of a place that does great steaks, and since I didn’t get you your fast food yesterday—”

“We’ll see,” she said, trying to gently brush him off. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but she didn’t see him the way he obviously saw her.

“Oh, hey, I got the camera installed last night.” He glanced up at the window above them—of her room—and her insides tumbled. Had he been out in the lab when she’d been upstairs with Kelan and Reidar? She tried to recall if the curtains had been opened or closed, and couldn’t remember.

“Yeah? That’s good. Thanks.”

“Yeah.” He moved his attention back to her. “I’ll help you install all the software on your computer tonight…if you’re not busy.”

She swallowed hard when his gaze slipped to her hotel room window one more time. Though he hadn’t admitted seeing her, his tone and actions had her experiencing an emotion very close to embarrassment for getting caught being naughty. She wanted to know if he’d seen something, or whether her mind was playing guilty tricks on her, but she didn’t have the guts to ask outright, which would amount to a confession.

“Thank you, Tim. That’d be nice. I’ll see you guys up at the base camp in a while. I can bring my laptop, and you can do it then.”

“Oh. Okay. Sure,” he said backing up a few steps so she could get into the Jeep. “See you in a while.”

“Tim,” Professor Whitmore called. “Let’s get a move on. I’d like to get a lay of the land.”

Tim turned away, and Beth closed herself in the silent safety of her Jeep. Damn, damn, damn. Her tryst with the brothers was supposed to be her secret. Not something she needed Tim knowing about.

Maybe he hadn’t known. Maybe…Oh, hell, what did it matter? What she did on her time was nobody else’s business but her own. But if he did know or suspect, she didn’t owe him any explanations. He was just her lab partner.

And his talk of dinner made her realize she was hungry.

Beth started the Jeep and drove the two miles to a greasy spoon diner that promised breakfast for

$2.99. She doubted the town’s one and only vet was open at seven-thirty in the morning. Grabbing a newspaper off the rack just inside the diner’s front door, she sat herself—as the hand-written sign instructed—turned the coffee cup right side up on the table and glanced around at the dozen or so other patrons. Old men, most of them, wearing jeans, overalls and baseball caps of various colors and cleanliness. Locals, she surmised.

She smiled at a couple who glanced her way, and one raised his coffee cup in silent salute.

Leavenworth was such a friendly town. A nice place to raise a family.

Her eyes widened at her wayward thought, and she opened the newspaper to occupy her brain.

“Hey there, honey.”

She glanced up to see a man in his sixties, wearing an apron smeared with God only knew what, and a carafe of coffee in his hand.

“Hi,” Beth said.

“You want a menu, or the special?” he asked as he poured coffee for her.

“Uhh…”

“Take the special,” someone called from another table, and everyone else laughed.

“I guess the special,” she said, worried now about what she might be eating in a few minutes.

“Good choice, since that’s all I make.” The old waiter/cook sauntered toward the doorway to the kitchen.

“Don’t mind him,” another man said from two tables away. “He’s had a bug up his butt since his wife left three years ago. You get the eggs special for breakfast, cheeseburger, fries and soup for lunch, and whatever he decides to make for dinner.”

Half of the other patrons had plates of food in front of them, so she assumed they deemed whatever the special was as edible. “Three years is a long time…” And these were a lot of people eating the same thing every day.

“In this town time doesn’t mean much. Not to our generation.”

She smiled at that.

“Yep. We move at a lot slower pace than you young’ns,” another said. “Say, you just passin’ through?”

She shrugged then said with a cheeky smile, “I don’t know. Maybe you should try to convince me to stay.”

A man clear across the dining room guffawed. “Tell her about the Falke brothers, Bill.”

Her heart sped in excitement. “The Falke brothers?” she said, pretending ignorance and lifting her steaming coffee cup to her lips as if only slightly interested in their tale.

For the next two hours the elders of Leavenworth entertained her with stories of the town’s founding, and how the Falke brothers—a few generations back, not the ones she really wanted to hear about—helped Leavenworth flourish into a tourist town.

The gentlemen she’d chatted with wouldn’t let her pay her bill—a whopping four dollars and change—so she thanked them and promised to drop in again for breakfast soon. The eggs and hash browns had been a little too greasy, and the toast burned and butter-less, but the never-ending supply of coffee had been hot, strong and delicious. She’d enjoyed the company and learning about the town’s colorful history the most. She’d finally extracted herself from the conversation by telling them she had to get to work or she’d be fired and then would have to leave town. None of them seemed to want to see that happen.

Grinning over thoughts of their small-town hospitality, she climbed behind the wheel of her Jeep and headed to the other end of town and the veterinary clinic she’d looked up in the phonebook yesterday.

The clinic, with its gingerbread façade, sat about a half mile from the main tourist area, down a short, pretty, tree-lined drive. The sign out front was a simple one with Veterinarian etched in bold letters.

It wasn’t until she got out of the Jeep and went to the door that her eyes narrowed.

Heidi Falke, VMD was carved into a smaller wooden plaque. So, the town vet was related to the brothers. How convenient. She wondered if this Heidi was married to one of them, or a blood relation.

In any case, if she was close to the family, the vet might have some real answers.

Beth turned the doorknob and stepped inside. The floor was Italian tile, the walls a beautiful shade of mauve. Picturesque paintings of wild animals in their natural surroundings graced those walls, including a couple of predatory looking mountain lions. Possibly the classiest vet office she’d ever entered, though it still had the scent of a clinic—antiseptic cleaner with the undertone of animal dander.

“May I help you?” a white-haired woman asked as she came through a door behind the high counter.

“I was hoping I could see Dr. Falke. I don’t have an appointment, but…” She took a quick breath.

“My name’s Elizabeth Coldwell. I’m here about the family’s pet cougar.”

The older woman smiled. “I’ll let her know she has a visitor.”

Beth stared at one painting in particular while she waited. A portrait of Falke, she was sure, though the cat in the picture wore no collar. He was big, his head held high, his ears pricked as if listening to someone.

“My mother painted those.”

Beth turned to see Heidi—the woman who’d been in the store yesterday and attended to Kelan after Beth shot him.

“They’re gorgeous,” Beth said, referring to the paintings. “Is your mother a vet too?”

Heidi’s smile was a little sad when she shook her head. “No, just a talented artist, housewife and the best mom in the world. Why don’t you come into my office?” She held the door open for Beth and motioned her through.

The back hallway was closer to what she knew of vet clinics. Linoleum flooring—easy to clean-and walls coated in eggshell paint. Heidi’s office was just as comfortable as the waiting room she discovered when she entered behind the other woman. Same color scheme, same beautiful tiles.

“Have a seat, please,” Heidi said pleasantly as she rounded the massive oak desk and sat behind it. “You’re here to talk about Falke?”

“I am. I didn’t realize you were…related to the family.” Beth sat in one of two comfortable chairs facing Heidi. “Or are you married to one of them?” After last night, she could understand the attraction. Despite her disastrous run-in with the other Falke men, she could readily admit they were all quite handsome. But she thought she could see the family resemblance. Hair color, eye color.

“Oh no. I’m their only sister and baby of the family.” She folded her hands on top of the desk and wrinkled her nose, a smile curving her lips. “Not always fun with six overbearing big brothers.”

Six? That wasn’t what Kelan had told her. Although, she vaguely remembered a couple more coming on scene in the store yesterday morning. “And a giant housecat for a pet?” she asked, not wanting little sister to know about her attraction to two of her brothers.

Heidi snickered. “Falke, if not this Falke, then another, has been around since before I was born.

It’s…well, it’s an eccentricity that’s become a family tradition, I guess you could say. My ancestors helped build this town. They were the first to accept a catamount into the family. It’s been that way ever since.”

Beth kept her expression bland, but she’d just heard two hours of information on the eccentricities of the Falkes dating back to before most of the men in the diner were born. It would seem that Kelan and Reidar weren’t the only ones who hunted for women in pairs.

But the way Heidi phrased the relationship with Falke intrigued Beth. Like her brother said the day before, No one owned Falke.

“Again, I assure you, as my brothers did yesterday, that he’s not dangerous. He was raised with us.”

“So, he was born in captivity?”

Heidi hesitated, then gave a slight nod.

“Do you have others? Females? The mother? Does Falke have littermates?”

“No, no, and no.”

Three nos, four questions. “There were littermates?”

Heidi shook her head, but she seemed uncomfortable. She picked up a pen and fiddled with it, and Beth noticed that the vet wore a unique necklace—a pewter pendant similar to the medallion on Falke’s collar—on the collars all the brothers wore. The whole family sure took their infatuation with mountain lions to extremes.

“Oh. Okay. Umm…I was wondering,” she said, meeting Heidi’s hazel-eyed gaze, “if you’d allow me to take another blood sample from him.”

“Another?” Heidi asked, her eyebrows rising.

Beth nodded, pulled the folded lab results from her purse and handed the papers to Heidi.

“There’s something strange in the genetics tests I ran on the sample I drew from Falke at the lab. As you know, cougars have thirty-eight chromosomes, yet, when I ran Falke’s test, it comes up with twenty-three pairs. That’s forty-six total, the same as humans.”

Heidi stared at the papers for a moment, and then smiled. “There’s no way a cougar could have forty-six chromosomes.”

“Right. I know.”

“So there must have been a mix up in your lab,” Heidi said.

“Except there’s nothing else in the lab to mix it up with. Falke’s was the first and only sample I’ve drawn so far.”

“Then your equipment must be faulty.”

That got her back up. “Ms. Falke, I’m an animal geneticist. I’m a dissertation away from my Ph.D. I know my equipment, and I know how to take a blood sample. I’m here because I’m worried about a cat your family obviously cares about, and to ask permission to take another sample from your pet in order to straighten this out.”

Heidi leaned back in her chair and twirled the pen between her fingers. “I don’t think Axel will approve of that. He’s—we are all—rather protective of Falke.”

“I don’t wish Falke any harm. What if this unusual genetic condition is a health risk to Falke?

These tests show an anomaly, which is why I’d like to double check the results against a second sample. All I need is one vial of blood.”

“One more vial, you mean.” Heidi seemed to close up right then. Her friendly expression left her face. She held up the papers, wrinkling them in her fist. “The answer is no. These tests were not authorized. The sample you have was obtained without our permission, and don’t try to tell me you assumed it would be okay, because you knew before you stuck him with a needle that he must belong to someone. The collar was clue enough.”

“Don’t you want to get to the bottom of this? For the sake of his health? A mutation of this type could—”

“I already know all I need to know about his health. I’m his vet. He gets his vaccinations here.”

She waved toward a file cabinet. “And before you ask, I can’t show you those records, either. Call it doctor-client confidentiality, if you like.” When Beth made to dispute that, Heidi leaned forward, her gaze locking with Beth’s. “Our family has permission from the city council to keep Falke within city limits, and the mayor and sheriff are close family friends. If you have an issue with the fact I won’t let you go poking another needle into him, then I suggest you get over it and move on. You, Ms.

Coldwell, are the outsider here. Don’t forget that.”

Beth seethed. So much for that famous Leavenworth hospitality.

Heidi leaned back, opened her top drawer and dropped the crumpled papers in it.

“Hey—” Beth stopped her protest. The papers were just a printout. The original results were back at the lab; she could always print more copies.

Then Heidi lifted out a tiny Ziploc bag. “Here’s your GPS microchip implant. I’ll be keeping this stuff…as evidence. Something else you did to Falke that was unauthorized. We don’t need it to keep track of him.” She stood and walked to the door. “If there’s nothing else, I have patients to tend to.”

Beth recognized a dismissal when she heard one and stood. “No. Nothing. Thank you for your time.” She walked out the door Heidi held open for her and found her way back to the waiting room, glancing once again at the painting on the wall that had grabbed her attention.

Her equipment was just fine; the needle and vial had been brand new. The lab held no contaminates. There was something strange about that cougar, however, and the vet knew it. If Heidi hadn’t been hiding something, she would have let Beth take another sample.

Beth pushed through the front door and out into the sunshine.

She hated the thought that tickled the back of her mind, but she couldn’t push it away. She wondered if, because she’d gotten intimate with two of the Falke brothers, they’d let her take another sample.

As she got into her Jeep to head to the forestry base camp, she again thought about her night with Kelan and Reidar. She didn’t want to tarnish whatever they had together by bringing up Falke, but how else would she get another blood sample?

Maybe Professor Whitmore would have some ideas.

Chapter Seven

“Three of a kind, aces high,” Kelan said, laying his cards on the dinner table and laughing at Reidar’s expression. He’d beaten his brother at poker for the third time in a row.

“Remind me to let you place the bets the next time we vacation in Vegas. How in the hell do you get so lucky?”

“I’m not lucky. You just suck.” Kelan glanced at the clock when he heard the garage door opener activate. “They’re home.”

“Show time,” Reidar muttered as he gathered up the cards and put the poker chips away.

That morning, they went to work as usual, only to be sent home by Axel to wait for their dads.

Now midafternoon, their house arrest was almost over…or just getting started, depending on how things went with their fathers.

Seconds later, Fridrik and Burke came in, laughing and carrying overnight bags.

“Hey, Dad,” Kelan said, approaching Fridrik who was closest. “Let me get that for you.”

Fridrik handed over the bag, eyeing Kelan then Reidar with suspicion. “Why aren’t you two at work?”

Kelan looked at Reidar. “Axel finally gave us a day off.”

Burke harrumphed. “Been workin’ you too hard, huh? Hard work is good for you, builds strong bones, but I can see how too much can wear a man down.”

“Yeah, don’t I know it,” Reidar muttered, not missing his father’s sarcasm. He took a second bag from Burke. “How was your visit?”

“Good. Good. Dick took off today on his way to China. Some big business meeting for that corporation he heads up back east.”

“Dick Haven?” Kelan asked with surprise.

Burke nodded.

“I didn’t realize you guys were still close. After what happened between you three and Mom…”

Fridrik chuckled. “Axel told ya ’bout that, did he?”

“Gunnar actually, but yeah. He said Mom was out on a date with Dick back in high school when you two showed up and went all wild animal on him.”

Burke laughed. “It was a long time ago, but Dick’s a good guy…and smart.”

“A good friend,” Fridrik added. “Besides, we helped make him a very rich man, put him in touch with our financial advisor in New York. They’re partners now in the venture that’s sending him to China.”

“Ah,” Kelan said, not sure what to make of that and a little disturbed by the realization of where they’d wound up. He and Reidar had followed their fathers into the den, a room off limits to the children unless they were in trouble.

At thirty, neither Kelan nor Reidar were kids anymore, but the room still emitted an exclusive aura.

As they entered, the two older men briefly split up. Fridrik took his seat in one of a pair of recliners, which Kelan and his siblings had long ago dubbed the thrones. Burke went to the wet bar and poured himself a drink before he sat too, and bade them over to the couch separated from the recliners by a scarred oak coffee table.

As they took their places, Kelan exchanged a glance with Reidar, not daring to say anything, not even telepathically. His fathers would hear it.

“Now that the small talk is over,” Fridrik began, “which one of you wants to tell us the real reason you’re both at home in the middle of the afternoon? Don’t know how many times we went through this when you two were in high school.” He shook his head and pursed his lips, waiting.

Kelan took a deep breath and started the story of how he’d been on a run near Axel and Gunnar’s home when he was captured by a troublesome scientist and her lab partner. Reidar took over the tale during the time Kelan had been tranquilized at the store, and both of their dads listened without comment until they’d finished.

“Reidar thinks it’s all over now that the woman knows the cougar isn’t a threat to the civilians of Leavenworth.” Neither he nor Reidar shared the events that took place after Beth left Catamount Outfitters.

“Axel does too. He made it pretty clear,” Reidar added, “that we wouldn’t look the other way if she didn’t take her pistol and lab and go elsewhere to find her four-legged science experiments.”

Kelan’s heart stuttered at the thought of Beth leaving, pulling out of town. But that was a subject he was definitely not ready to broach with their dads. Besides, why would he? She was just a hot piece of ass.

Yeah, right. He clenched his teeth. It was right. He had to convince himself—and Reidar—of that. He’d avoided his brother’s every attempt to discuss what happened last night between them and Beth, but Kelan didn’t know how long he could bury his head in the sand. Something happened to him, something deep, and he didn’t know how to deal with it. Reidar insisted Beth was the one. All he would accept right now was that she was attractive and dangerous.

Kelan waited for an eruption from their dads, while Reidar fidgeted beside him.

Burke sipped his drink and glanced at Fridrik. “That explains the new jewelry.”

“Shit,” Kelan muttered. He’d forgotten he’d been wearing the damn thing.

Reidar snickered.

Jerk.

What’d I do?

“If it’s truly over,” Fridrik began, his gaze narrowed on Kelan, making it obvious he’d heard his sons’ telepathic exchange, “then it’s safe to say we’ve dodged a bullet, if you’ll pardon the expression.”

“Yes, sir,” Kelan agreed, because they expected him to. But it was far from over. He had to figure out why Beth made him feel this way—unsettled and unsure; edgy with a possessiveness he’d never in his adult life experienced.

“Not exactly.”

Kelan turned at the sound of Axel’s voice to see him, Gunnar, Dakota and Heidi walk in. “Ax?

What’s going on?”

“Heidi has something you need to hear.”

Heidi was frowning. Axel and Gunnar stood protectively on either side of Dakota, who looked at Kelan with worried eyes. His gut clenched. This didn’t sound good.

“That scientist of yours—”

“She’s not mine,” he interrupted through gritted teeth.

“Whatever! She came to my office today asking for permission to withdraw a second vial of blood from Falke.”

“A second?” Son of a bitch.

Heidi nodded. “She must’ve taken the first sample while you were unconscious at the lab. What’s worse is that she’s already tested what she’s got. She brought the karyotype to my office. She knows the cougar she tested has an abnormally high number of chromosomal pairs.”

“Tell us,” Fridrik ordered, and Heidi recapped everything that had happened at the clinic.

“Do you think your threat of prosecution will work?” Burke asked.

“I don’t know, Dad. I doubt it. The problem is she already has a sample to work from. If she has a large enough sample and the right equipment to do more in-depth testing…”

“We can’t let that happen,” Burke said.

“We won’t.” Kelan stood and looked from his fathers to the rest of his family. “I said I’d handle it, and I will. Whatever it takes, I swear that woman and her sidekick won’t be able to threaten this family anymore.”

“Kel,” Reidar said in a warning tone.

Kelan growled under his breath as emotions warred within him. He didn’t want to hurt her, but no way in hell could he let her expose their family’s secret. “You and I are going to make damn sure she doesn’t have any evidence to test or use against us. Her lab’s behind the hotel, a semi trailer with a simple doorknob lock. Should be easy to get in. We can go in when it’s dark, destroy the evidence and get out before anyone even knows we’re there. No harm, no foul.”

Reidar raised a challenging eyebrow. “And I have to go why?”

“You’re the computer whiz.”

“Oh.”

“Boys?” Fridrik said, making them turn to face the family patriarchs. “Be careful.”

“We will, sir.” As Kelan and Reidar left, Kelan stopped by Axel and glanced at Dakota. “We’ll take care of it. I promise.”

Axel nodded and then closed the door after the pair walked out.

Outside in the hall, Kelan stopped Reidar.

What?

Kelan eased closer to the door and held up one finger. Just a minute…wait for it.

“About damn time you told us!” Burke’s voice boomed.

Reidar grinned. Kelan was happy for his brothers, but they had a lot to protect, and they’d damn well do it.

Let’s go.

Beth opened the door to the lab and stepped inside. Professor Whitmore, seated at the computers, turned around and looked at her. “Well?”

“Sorry, Professor, bad news.”

“Tell me.”

Beth walked over and sat in the other office chair, setting her laptop case and purse on the floor beneath the desk. “As it turns out, the town vet is sister to the brothers who own the cat.” She wouldn’t get into the whole no one owns him thing with her scientific-minded professor. She didn’t really understand their strange attachment to the animal. Professor Whitmore definitely wouldn’t. “They are all very antagonistic toward me when it comes to that cougar, but even trying to talk to Heidi who is a scientist herself didn’t produce any results. They’re protecting that cat with everything they have, including threats to have us thrown out of town.”

Professor Whitmore leaned back in his chair, tapped his lips with his index finger and nodded. “I can see why they’d be protective. I would too.”

Beth frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“I’ve used a portion of the original sample to re-run the tests and verify your findings. My conclusions are identical to yours. This cat is a genetic anomaly. This cougar could be the answer to future generations, a super cat that could save future species.” He grinned.

She shared his smile. Cougars weren’t on the endangered species list, which was why they’d chosen to study them—a perfect transition between domesticated felines and the big cats at risk of extinction. If they could gather the right data, engineer the perfect DNA profiles through cloning, they had a promising chance of saving a variety of big cats in the wild for centuries to come. This was her dream, to be on the cutting edge of scientific discovery and most importantly help preserve the genera of felidae for all mankind.

“This cougar could put us on the map. This is…huge!” He sat forward and tapped her knee with his finger. “Don’t you see? After all these years of research, I’ve finally found something special.”

An inkling of unease snuck into Beth’s brain. He hadn’t discovered this; she had. He said it could put us on the map, but that he’d found something special.

“We need that cat or at least another blood sample, Elizabeth,” the professor continued. “Any way we can, we’ve got to get one, because we have to duplicate the original findings with a second round of tests. I’ve checked the sample for impurities and can’t find any, but without duplicating the test we have no proof.”

We. Beth pushed her emotions aside and brought forth the professional scientist. The professor would be sure to share any accolades. More research funding. Papers published in international scientific magazines. She grinned as she envisioned their pictures, side-by-side, in Scientific American with an article detailing the tremendous discovery of a super cat living in the Wenatchee National Forest.

“As it turns out,” she said, choosing her words carefully, “I’ve gotten to know a couple of the brothers in the last few days, so I could approach them about it. They aren’t as inhospitable as their siblings, so they might be willing to help me out. It’s not like we’re going to kill the cat. We only want more DNA samples to study, right?”

“Right. Of course. Do that. We need that cat, or this means nothing.” He waved his hand toward the computer screens and shook his head. When he glanced at her again, a look of awe shown in his eyes, a gleam she’d never seen in the six years she’d studied under him. “Think of it, Elizabeth. A whole new genetic code no one has ever discovered…until now.”

She was thinking of it and the promise it could mean for the dwindling numbers of big cats in other parts of the world. Recognition aside, she reminded herself that helping stop the path toward extinction was the most important thing here.

“I can talk to them tomorrow night, after we spend the day in the field.”

Professor Whitmore shook his head. “No, no, no. You need to concentrate on the Falke cat. Tim and I can do the fieldwork. I sent him out as soon as we got here to mark trails.”

Beth frowned. She was the one who’d laid out the maps, the areas to do the tracking. Now she was being brushed off to go cozy up to the brothers? “Prof—”

“Would you rather I entrust Tim with the task of getting the Falke sample?”

Well, when he put it that way…“No, sir.”

“I know you can do this, Elizabeth. You’ve got the important job.” He swiveled his chair around and opened the small refrigerator used for storing samples. “I also want you to mail this back to the university. Mark it for Dr. Sayers.” He put the vial of Falke’s blood—or what was left of it—into a padded cooling box. “I’ll call him tonight when I get back to the hotel to let him know to expect it.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, taking the box. “Are you going to tell him?”

“No, I don’t want to taint his findings. I’d rather they independently corroborate ours.”

“Okay.” She frowned at the box, uncertain about entrusting such an important sample—all of their evidence—to the postal system. “Are you sure—” The professor scowled. “Are you questioning me?”

“No, sir,” she said quickly, standing and picking up her purse. If she pissed him off, he could dump her like dirty underwear and get an assistant who wouldn’t second guess him. “I’ll get right on it. Could you please ask Tim to install the software he got for me?” She motioned toward her laptop case on the floor.

Professor Whitmore nodded dismissively. “Sure, sure. Just get us access to that cat, and get that sample sent off to Dr. Sayers. I want to have him start breaking down the DNA.”

“Right away.”

“Good.” He turned and opened a drawer, withdrawing a couple of capped, sterile syringes in sealed plastic. “Take these. Call me as soon as you get the new sample. Get two if you can swing it.”

She slipped the syringes into her purse. “I will, sir.” She headed out to her Jeep, just as Tim came out of the trees fifty feet to the west.

“Hey, Lizzy.”

She ground her teeth and dropped the cooling box into her purse. “Did you find anything?”

“Some scat,” he said, coming up to her. Sweat beaded his brow, and his red T-shirt had damp stains around his neck and sides. “What’d you find out from the vet?”

She shook her head. “Nothing useful. Professor Whitmore is sending me on some errands. I left my laptop under the desk. Could you install that software if you have the time?”

“No problem. What does he have you doing?”

She shrugged. “Sending off the rest of the Falke sample to the university. He also wants me to go talk to the Falke brothers again.”

“The ones—” He looked as if he literally bit his tongue.

“The ones what?”

“Are they the…? Uhm. Are you sure you should be spending more time with them?”

Her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out how to tactfully tell Tim to mind his own business.

His voice dropped lower than before when he said, “Look, I’m not tryin’ to butt in—”

“Then don’t.” She straightened her shoulders. “I’m here to do a job. The professor wants me to get more samples from that cougar, and that means I have to convince its owners that it’s in their best interest. That’s all I’m—” He didn’t look in her eyes. “I saw you.”

That stopped her. “What?” His face showed concern, which kept her from ignoring him. Pushing up her glasses, she asked, “What are you talking about?”

He glanced over his shoulder at the trailer, then back to her, and leaned closer. “I saw you with’m.”

“Saw me…” Even to her the innocence in her voice sounded forced.

“When I was at the lab, putting in the camera. I came out and…I could see in your window. You were…”

Her face flamed hot. The window was up high. Second floor. He couldn’t have seen that much.

She tried to visualize the position of the trailer in reference to the closet door against which Kelan had taken her.

“Who—” She cut him off. “I don’t know what or who you think you saw, but becoming a peeping Tom doesn’t become you, Tim.” She started to walk off again.

“Lizzy, stop. It wasn’t like that.”

“Get this straight. What I do in my room on my time is my business.”

“Look, I know that. I haven’t said anything to the professor, and I won’t. I promise, but I’m just worried about you. That’s all. I don’t want to see you hurt. This is a tourist town, and a fling with the locals could only spell trouble. I thought this research project was important to you.”

Warring between embarrassment and the fact Tim really was a nice guy, she forced a smile. “It is important to me. Thank you, Tim, for your concern, but it’s not necessary. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” She opened the door of her Jeep. “One more thing.”

“Hmm?” he murmured, a frown on his face.

“It’s Beth, Timmy. Not Lizzy.”

He smiled, the worry melting away. “Sorry. Beth.”

She grinned. “Could you bring the laptop back to the hotel tonight? I’m not sure if I’ll make it back out here before you two close up shop.”

“No problem. See you tonight.” He gave a wave as she shut her door and started the vehicle.

As she drove the ten miles back to Leavenworth, she fretted over Professor Whitmore’s words.

Part of her said that this was his ball game, and she was there to play backup. He was the one with the grant, the funding, the support of the university. He’d chosen her to come along for the ride because he knew she needed field experience to finish her dissertation. And if he hadn’t, she wouldn’t have been in the woods that day.

Regardless, she was the one who’d discovered the Falke cat, even if by total accident. She hoped he’d share the limelight if it came to that. Starting her professional career as a Ph.D. with this kind of co-discovery to her name would be huge. She’d be able to pick where she wanted to work, and with whom.

Big cats had been her passion since she was a little girl. If this was as big as she and the professor thought, she’d be able to work in her chosen field, doing whatever she wanted. A dream come true.

If the professor acknowledged her contribution.

She pulled in front of the building that housed the Leavenworth post office and frowned. Closed for lunch between eleven and one. She glanced at her watch. Eleven-fifteen. She couldn’t sit here for the next two hours waiting, so she headed to her hotel.

She put the box with the sample in it in the room’s mini fridge. It wasn’t as if she could drop it in a mailbox and hope it got to Seattle undamaged. She grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and downed it all. Her bed had been made by the hotel staff, and it looked inviting. She had two hours to kill and had been awake most of the night.

She should go over to Catamount Outfitters and see if she could find Kelan and Reidar. A yawn grabbed her, and she decided facing those boys would be much better when she was rested. Maybe while she napped she’d get a brilliant idea about how to ask them to help her that would make them say yes.

With a small grin on her face, she slipped her purse over her head, set it on the low dresser along with her glasses, and then unlaced her hiking boots. If the professor wouldn’t let her be out in the forest, hiking and sweating and doing what she wanted to be doing, she’d catch a little cat nap—that thought made her chuckle—while she waited for the post office to reopen after lunch. She could drop the package off on the way to the store, after some shut-eye.

“It’s almost eleven in the morning. What are we going to do? Go in with guns blazing?” Reidar asked, sarcasm dripping off his words. His gut told him this was a bad idea, no matter how well his brother thought he’d planned it.

Kelan, sitting in the driver’s seat, turned his head and gave Reidar a fierce scowl before looking back at the road. “No, smartass. We check it out now, maybe stop in and say hi to Beth while she’s working so you can get a look at the computer system, and then go hang out at the shop until dark.

Then we make our move.”

Reidar yawned and rubbed his eyes, exhausted from barely sleeping last night. What terrified him was that it might be the only night they ever spent with Beth. The very thought made him irritable.

Kelan smirked. “One night with a woman, and you’re ready to curl up and sleep away the day.”

“I don’t like this,” Reidar said, not in the mood for Kelan’s teasing, He stared out the side window.

“She’ll never know. We go in, grab the blood sample, you do your magic and make everything disappear from the computer, and we’re out. No big deal.”

Reidar gave him a look that plainly said, “Bullshit.” This was the biggest deal of their lives, and Kelan wouldn’t admit it.

“Okay, she might figure out that it was us, but so what? She won’t be able to prove it. You know I’m a whiz at breaking and entering. How do you think I’ve been able to retrieve my collar so many times over the years without the women finding out?” He chuckled. “Some of them treat it like a trophy.”

Reidar clamped his lips shut, his teeth clenching in annoyance. His brother was a moron if he thought he could convince Reidar that everything was cool. Kelan had as much turmoil going on inside as Reidar did. He’d seen the emotion in Kelan last night. Sensed it in his passionate fury toward Beth, and then in the tender way he’d touched her later in the night. They were the same in that before Beth, sex never meant anything other than physical relief and mutual enjoyment. But, last night, all of last night, had been different. Special. They’d finally found a woman who… fit. Beth fulfilled their needs. Smart and sexy, kind-hearted and kinky, she was the most spectacular thing to ever happen to them.

And now they were going to go fuck it all up because Kelan made a big damn mistake. They never, ever, under any circumstances went off alone in catamount form in the middle of the day on public lands. Ever. It was a rule. One his brother never should have broken.

He wanted to punch Kelan square in the face for it. Only, Kelan was the hothead in the family, not him. Fisticuffs would not solve their problem. So he sat back and waited as they drove down Front Street then turned in behind the Bavarian Inn.

“Son of a fucking bitch,” Kelan shouted as he hit the brakes and slammed his fist against the steering wheel.

“What?” Reidar braced himself with a hand on the dashboard and searched for whatever had set his brother off.

Kelan shook his finger toward an open spot in the back parking lot. “The fucking semi is gone.”

Reidar’s stomach clenched.

Kelan pulled into a parking spot in front of the back door and got out. Reidar followed.

“Kel, don’t do anything stupid,” he warned.

His brother marched up to the front desk, shook off the anger, pasted on a pleasant smile and said, “Hey, Ritchie. How you doing?”

The man behind the counter—a guy who’d been in high school with Heidi and their younger brothers—glanced up from the computer screen and grinned. “Hey…uh…”

“Kelan.” He pointed to his brother and added, “Reidar.”

“Right. Sorry. Can’t ever tell you guys apart. What can I do for you?”

The idiot had dated their sister for six months and never knew which brother was threatening his life. He wasn’t all that bright, but Heidi had thought him sweet back then.

“We came to see Beth, but her big ol’ trailer is missing. She check out?”

“Naw, man. They just moved it out of town.”

“Oh?”

Ritchie seemed eager to talk. “Yeah. Because of Falke being in and around town, and all. That tall skinny guy—Tom, or Tim, I think he said his name was. Anyway, he said they had to move to a new area where Falke’s scent wouldn’t have scared off wild cougars.”

“Really,” Kelan said, leaning an elbow on the high counter in a relaxed pose. “Didn’t realize our Falke would cause such problems. Any idea where they moved it to? We were hoping to ask Beth out to dinner tonight.”

Ritchie grinned as if in on a big secret—obviously their love lives, not the moving of the lab.

“Yeah. The guy said they were relocating to the fire base camp at the bottom of Biederman Ridge.”

“Yeah,” Reidar said with a grin. “That makes sense. Just off the highway with power and everything.” And secluded, so their B&E wouldn’t be accidentally seen by prying eyes.

“Yep,” Ritchie said. “That’s what he said. They’d lucked out and were still close enough to come back here every night.” He leaned closer. “You know he was askin’ about you guys.”

“He was?”

Ritchie nodded. “Wanted to know how many of you there were and if all you Falke brothers looked like.”

“Yeah, well,” Reidar began, “I guess he’s never seen grown quadruplets before.”

Ritchie chortled. “Guess not.”

“Hey, Rich, you’re awesome, man,” Kelan said, his grin looking genuine now as he shook Ritchie’s hand.

“You know Heidi’s still single, right?” Reidar asked.

Ritchie ducked his head and grinned, looking like that shy sophomore he’d been back when he panted after their sister. “Yeah, I know. But she’s a vet, and I’m just a desk clerk at a hotel.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Ritchie,” Reidar said as Kelan started down the hallway to the back door. “Give her a call sometime. You never know.”

“Yeah, maybe I will…”

“Why do you give guys like that hope?” Kelan asked as soon as they were back in the car and headed to the forestry base camp.

Reidar shrugged. “He’s a good kid. Heidi could do worse.”

Kelan shook his head and sighed. “You’re such a sap sometimes.”

“Heidi’s going to bring a guy home someday, you know. Wouldn’t it be better if that guy was someone we’ve known forever?”

“Sure, but Heidi wouldn’t give Ritchie Handleman a second look now, and you know it. It was a teenage crush, her first kiss if I remember right.”

Reidar glanced out the side window and tried to remember his first kiss. The only girl he could picture, though, was Beth. Her soft lips, her bright eyes, the way her mouth felt around his cock as she sucked…

Kelan turned the car sharply, and Reidar bumped his head on the window.

“What the—” Kelan slid the car off the rutted dirt road and onto an overgrown ATV trail used by hunters in the fall. “We’ll go in the back way, keep an eye on the place until it’s empty, then go in and do our thing.”

“Should’ve b-brought my pickup. This c-car wasn’t made for this,” Reidar complained as he bounced around at the jostling of the car.

Kelan didn’t disagree. How could he? Reidar hoped the axels held up through the ruts and bumps in the trail. He’d hate to have to foot it back to town. He winced when the right front tire hit a deeper hole and the bottom of the car scraped ground, but Kelan somehow kept his car going.

Until an eight-foot chain link fence stopped them a half mile up the trail. “When the hell did they put this up?” Kelan demanded.

“Remember last year when they had that group of kids coming up here trashing the equipment?”

Reidar said then snapped his fingers as if remembering something. “Wait, I forgot. You don’t bother to attend city council meetings.” He rolled his eyes and got out of the car. “We’ll have to go in au natural.”

Kelan dug into the glove box and pulled out a leather pouch that Reidar knew contained his B&E kit. His brother was right; he probably was the best at breaking and entering of anyone in the whole town of Leavenworth. The former lovers from which he retrieved his collar never complained, and his black-sheep brother had been caught only once as a teenager breaking into McClintock Liquor. Even though Kelan always left enough cash to cover what he took—a fact that helped keep him out of jail-one night Old Man McClintock had staked out his own store and caught Kelan red handed.

Reidar smirked. One of the few times he didn’t get the belt when his brother did. He’d been smart enough to have an alibi that night, far away from McClintock Liquor.

They quickly stripped out of their clothes and changed into catamount form. Kelan picked up the lock pick set in his mouth, and then they hopped the fence.

Just be careful, Reidar told Kelan through their telepathic connection. Remember they’re out here hunting cougars. Don’t get shot again.

I’m going to kick your ass one of these days, Kelan threatened as he took off through the forest toward a clearing about a hundred yards away.

You can try, Reidar said with a laugh.

They stopped at the edge of the woods and peered through the underbrush. Beth’s old, battered ragtop Jeep was pulling away as a slim, young man climbed the stairs to the trailer.

Who’s that? Reidar asked.

Tim, the sidekick. As the trailer’s door closed, Kelan lay down and rested his head on his paws.

Get comfortable, brother. It might be a long wait.

Chapter Eight

Kelan took a swipe at Reidar’s muzzle with his paw. Wake up.

Reidar snarled and bared his teeth at his brother, but he rolled into a seated position and shook the dried leaves from his fur.

When did another guy show up? Kelan had been keeping vigil on the semi trailer that housed Beth’s lab while his brother snoozed away the afternoon in the cool breeze drifting through the pine boughs. The side door had finally opened, and out stepped not only Tim, but a shorter, stout, bald man.

Dunno, Reidar said then yawned.

He wasn’t here when I was captured.

Reidar looked up at the sky, then at Kelan. How long have I been out?

All day. It’s damn near dinnertime. I’m starved.

I am too. We sure those two are the only ones in there?

Yeah, check it out. They’re locking up. Kelan stood, ready to get this expedition over with. Reidar kept saying it wasn’t right, that he didn’t like doing this because it hurt Beth, but his brother hadn’t had any problems sleeping. Kelan had tried to nap, but he couldn’t, despite the lethargy affecting his muscles. Any time he closed his eyes, he pictured Beth with her big innocent eyes and sweet smile. It tore up his insides that they were doing this, stealing from her.

Which disturbed him even more. Taking his own collar back was one thing, but this was different, even if it was his blood he wanted to retrieve.

Since when did a woman get inside his head like this? Never before had he felt guilt because of a woman. He’d always believed in the love ’em and leave ’em philosophy to which most lone catamount shifters aspired. So long as he left the women satisfied and smiling, what was the harm?

No, he didn’t believe in guilt. The only people in his world who could make him experience that particular emotion were his fathers. Now that the Falke boys were all adults, their dads had resorted to guilt trips when displeased. They must have figured the boys had all outgrown the belt.

No guilt. Regardless of his budding emotions toward Beth, Kelan had to do this for the family.

The conflict, however, nearly tore him up inside. Why did doing what was right for his family feel so wrong in his heart?

Tim and the other man got into the semi, which had been disconnected from its trailer. The presence of a third person meant someone else knew of the blood test anomaly. Damn, damn, damn!

After the truck pulled away, they waited a few minutes to make sure the scientists didn’t return, then carefully made their way out of the woods and into the clearing where the trailer sat by itself, hooked up via a thick cord to the electrical pole in the center of the fifty-yard diameter space.

All clear, Reidar said as they reached the trailer.

Kelan transformed into his human body and dropped the lock pick set into his hand from his mouth. “This isn’t the same door that was on here the other night,” he said as he examined the deadbolt. “Might take a little longer.”

Reidar stayed puma and glanced around. I feel like we’re sitting ducks. We should’ve waited until after dark.

“Too hungry.” Kelan’s stomach growled as if proving the point. He withdrew the tools to disengage the locks—not the easy push-button type that’d been on there before—but still not difficult.

When he was thirteen, a drifter had stopped in Leavenworth for a month or so, and Kelan had befriended the old guy. In that month, Pecos taught Kelan all sorts of interesting things—picking locks and jimmying car doors among them—and even gave him the lock pick set. He had to admit it came in handy now and then, even since he grew up and quit breaking the law…most of the time.

“Got it,” he said when the deadbolt snicked open. A brief flash from behind him signaled Reidar’s shift. Kelan turned the knob and pushed the door. Reidar followed him inside and headed straight to the bank of computers on the table while Kelan opened the little fridge.

Empty.

“Shit,” he muttered and started a thorough search for the blood sample.

“There’s no password protection on this computer,” Reidar said as he clicked keys. “Nothing’s encrypted. They weren’t too worried about security.”

“Uh-huh.” Kelan couldn’t care less about passwords, security software, or whatever other computer jargon Reidar spouted off about. What he needed to do was find the damn blood sample. He opened every drawer, cupboard, and container, but found no blood.

“Damn, that was easy,” Reidar said. “I’ll just shut this baby down and—What’s wrong?”

Kelan stopped his search and turned to Reidar, his heart thudding in his throat, nearly choking him. Every drawer and door in the small lab stood open. “There’s no blood sample here.”

“Calm down, Kel. We’ll figure it out.” Reidar glanced around the lab and planted his hands on his hips. “Maybe they used it up.”

Kelan growled at him.

Reidar sighed. “That could explain why she asked Heidi for the chance to gather more, but if it’s not here, there’s not much we can do about it.”

“If it’s not here, what the fuck did they do with it? We can’t assume it all got used up. What if we’re wrong?” He didn’t want to think about that, didn’t want to contemplate where it might have been sent, in whose hands it could wind up. He turned and slammed his fist into the wall, needing to release some of the fury and terror warring through him.

“Kelan, stop. Let’s get out of here.” Reidar grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the door. He pulled away, though, and shut everything the way they’d found it, then picked up his lock pick set from the desk. Only then, after one final glance around the trailer, did he follow Reidar out into the late evening sunshine. He made sure the doorknob was locked, but couldn’t relock the deadbolt.

Come on.

He transformed as his brother already had, and ran into and through the woods, leaped the fence by the car, and then changed yet again so they could get dressed.

Once seated in the car, Kelan stared into the thickly wooded forest and thought about running away. It was something he’d contemplated many times as a teenager when he’d fucked up and was worried about getting into trouble.

Only it wasn’t the dads’ belts he feared now.

Instead, he feared for their entire way of life. His, Reidar’s, his siblings’, his alpha’s children.

His parents’ lives.

“Talk,” Reidar said after a long silence.

“Fuck you.”

Reidar punched Kelan in the arm and shoved his head up against the car door’s window. “Talk,” he said between clenched teeth.

Rarely did Reidar’s temper flare, so Kelan knew his brother was as scared as he was. He grabbed Reidar’s wrist. “Let the fuck go.”

Reidar gave him a hard nudge and, with a hiss, sat back in his seat, slashed his hands through his hair and let out a deep breath.

The words that came out of Kelan’s mouth were as much a surprise to him as to his brother, if Reidar’s expression was any judge. “She slapped me last night.”

His brother turned his head and narrowed his eyes at Kelan. “Yeah, so?”

He wasn’t sure why he needed to voice this now, but it seemed to all come out. “Instead of pissing me off, it turned me on. Okay? The last chick to slap me was Stacy Hills in tenth grade when I tried for third base.”

“I remember her.”

Kelan blinked slowly, remembering the pain he’d felt more than a decade—a lifetime—ago.

“Yeah, well, I thought I was in love with her, but when she slapped me, I walked away and never looked back.”

Reidar frowned. “I don’t really understand. What’s getting slapped have to do with the situation we’re in right now?”

Kelan sighed and dropped his head back against the headrest. “I was being a total bastard last night. Beth had every right to slap me. Hell, I wouldn’t have held it against her if she’d slugged me.

But even when she was ready to rip my head off, I could feel her desire, as if she were testing me.”

“Weren’t you doing the same? Testing her?”

Kelan took a deep, steady breath. “Maybe I was, but women don’t test me—us. Ever. They fall at our feet and beg for more.”

“She did beg for more,” Reidar reminded him. “Watching you fuck Beth against the wall turned me on to the point of pain, but you needed it, and obviously so did Beth, so I waited for you to finish.”

“That’s just it. Any other woman would’ve stayed angry. Or she wouldn’t have been defiant in the first place. When I told her it wasn’t a game, I saw that she understood. And she wanted to be part of it.” He shook his head and looked Reidar in the eyes, wondering if his confusion showed. “Maybe she is the one. I don’t know, but if she is, there’s not a goddamn thing we can do about it. She poses a threat that could bring our entire family down, have us all locked up like lab rats. So how could she be the one? I keep asking myself that, but…” He shook his head. “There’s no solution. We have to think of the family. And now there’re babies on the way.” His tone grew more anxious. “And there’s a vial of my blood somewhere, possibly with someone who could destroy us. And it’s all her fucking fault! ”

“But you still want her,” Reidar said softly.

“Yeah. Goddamn it, I want her…so bad, it fucking hurts.”

“I do too.” After a pause, he added, “Maybe we should go talk to her.”

“And what? Ask her where the blood is? We can’t do that.” Kelan sighed. “I just don’t see this ending well.”

Reidar shook his head. “We have to do something. She’s our link. She’s the only one who can stop this from getting out of hand.”

“Look around, bro. It’s already out of hand.” Kelan fastened his seatbelt, started the car and gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. “I swear that woman’s been a total nuisance from the moment she came to town. It would’ve been better if I’d never laid eyes on her.”

“You go ahead and keep lying to yourself. Maybe someday you’ll believe it.”

“I just…I want to spank her.”

“You want to love her.”

“Shut the fuck up before I hurt you.”

“If you want to scrap it out, fine. Let’s go home and get it over with. I wouldn’t mind kicking your ass right now, but at least be honest with yourself. And don’t expect me to believe you care nothing for her. Not even your heart is that cold.”

Kelan had to concentrate on backing the car down the narrow, rutted dirt track, or he would have gladly punched his brother right in the nose.

A knock on the door brought Beth out of a deep sleep. When she glanced at the window and saw how low the sun was, she jumped out of bed and practically leaped across the room to open the door. And there stood Tim, just turning to walk away.

“Hey, you are here,” he said, frowning at her. “I thought you might be out with—uh, just out.”

“Okay. No, you caught me.” She forced a laugh to hide her embarrassment and stepped aside to let him in.

He came into the room, looking wrinkled and not smelling all that great. “Caught you what?” He set her laptop case on the table and looked around as if he expected her to have company.

“Napping. I fell asleep waiting for the post office to open after lunch.”

“Oh.” His frown grew, but he didn’t comment further. Then he gave her a hesitant smile. “I got that software installed. There’s an icon on the desktop called LabCam. All you have to do is click on it, and it’ll link you up to the server that hosts the data backup. You can search by date and time and whatnot.”

“Thanks, Tim. I appreciate it.”

“Are you feeling all right?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I…uh…” What could she say? She’d been awake all night being fucked by two men so she was exhausted and…She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Seven. She’d lost all day. Eight full hours. “Wow, I didn’t realize it was so late. I guess I needed more sleep than I thought.

Don’t tell the professor.”

Tim smiled. “Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t usually ‘tattle.’” Beth gave him a light shove on the shoulder, making him laugh. “Thanks.”

He shrugged. “What are friends for?”

“I’ve just been so nervous and worried about the research project and writing my dissertation.”

“You should probably eat,” Tim said. He was looking at her as if she had a second nose or third eye. “When was your last meal?”

It took a moment for her sleep-fogged brain to kick in. She was hungry, she realized. “Breakfast this morning.” Had she been in that greasy diner only that morning?

“Why don’t I buy you din—” His words were interrupted by another knock on the door.

Please don’t let it be the professor. Please don’t let it be the professor. She turned around and grabbed the doorknob once again.

“Hey, Beth,” Reidar said, standing next to Kelan.

Relief or excitement—she didn’t care which—made her grin when she saw them in the hall.

“Hey. I didn’t expect to see you two here tonight.”

“Disappointed?” Kelan asked.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

Reidar pulled Beth into his arms and kissed her. She didn’t fight, didn’t try to pull away, and he kept it gentle. Against her lips, he murmured, “We came to see if you wanted to grab some dinner.”

“Mmm,” was her response as she leaned into him and then sighed. “I’d love to, but I really need a shower.” She wouldn’t admit she needed one to fully wake up. She felt a little groggy, a little drugged.

Her internal clock was way the hell off. Now she’d be up all night, but at least she should be able to get some work done on her dissertation.

“A shower…hmm?” Reidar hummed then nipped her ear, giving her goose bumps.

Tim cleared his throat.

Without looking at him, without even pulling away from Reidar’s embrace, she said, “Oh, um… guys, this is a colleague of mine from the university. Uh…Tim, these are the Falke brothers.” She smiled, knowing her cheeks were probably cherry-red. “Or at least two of them, Reidar and Kelan.”

“The locals who own the puma,” Tim said, a hint of derision in his voice.

“The puma’s name is Falke, and nobody owns him,” Kelan said then pulled Beth away from Reidar and kissed her soundly.

Tim sputtered. “Both of them?”

Beth slowly leaned back and looked into Kelan’s intense gaze. No use denying the obvious.

“Yeah. Both of them.”

Kelan eyed her lips and murmured, “What do you say, hon? You hungry?” His softly growled question reminded her of another time when he’d asked her that, and the delicious memory gave her insides a need far beyond mere food.

She nodded. “You guys wanna come in and wait while I shower?”

“I’m out of here,” Tim said in a tone that got her hackles up. “But Beth, remember what I said before. Don’t come crying to me when they hurt you.”

She frowned at him. If she went crying to anyone, it certainly wouldn’t be a male coworker.

Tim stood up to his full height, which was a few inches taller than Reidar and Kelan, but he probably didn’t break the one-sixty mark, whereas the Falke brothers were easily two hundred pounds of solid muscle. Despite Tim’s words, the three men stood glaring at each other until she cleared her throat.

“I know what you said, Tim. You just remember what I said about my time…and my business.

See you first thing in the morning,” she said and pulled Kelan and Reidar into the room by the belt loops of their jeans, making a space for Tim to exit.

Kelan locked the door after Tim brushed past him and into the hallway. “Hurry up,” Kelan said as he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket. “I’ll get us a table at The Gold Miner, so wear something nice.”

Beth stopped on her way to the bathroom. “I don’t have anything nicer than a pair of jeans. I’m working here, not hanging out in nightclubs.”

Reidar grinned. “Jeans are fine, sweetie.”

Kelan grunted then spoke into his phone.

“You sure?” she asked Reidar. “I don’t want to stand out.”

Reidar gave her a gentle kiss. “We’re not wearing suits, now are we? Jeans are fine. I think he just wanted to see those long legs in a skirt.”

She grinned, warmed by his compliment, and said, “I could wear my lab coat and a belt.”

“Not out in public, you’re not,” Kelan said as he closed his phone. “But maybe when we come back here.”

Reidar chuckled when Beth burst out laughing.

“Reservations in twenty minutes,” Kelan said and popped her on the ass. “Get a move on.”

“Yes, sir.” She scurried into the bathroom and shut the door. She hoped the food was good, because she was starving. Then maybe, since she was so well rested, she’d invite them back for a little fun before she kicked them out and got some work done. If nothing else, she could write up an account of everything that had happened in the last couple of days in the journal she kept on her laptop.

Everything that had happened with the cat.

Not with the Falke brothers.

She’d never put that down in writing. That was to keep safe inside her…heart.

“Hurry it up, Beth,” Kelan called, which prompted her to turn on the shower and strip out of her clothes.

Beth did feel a bit underdressed, but not horribly so. She wore the newest pair of jeans she had with her, and the closest thing she had to a blouse, a white button-down man’s shirt. The plaque near the door inside The Gold Mine touted it as a four-star restaurant according to one of the big gourmet magazines, and the executive chef even had Michelin rating. White linens covered the tables laden with real silver and crystal. The lighting was subdued, yet not as dim as the pub. Luckily it was past the normal dinner hour, so there weren’t many patrons.

The hostess, dressed in a stylish black dress that didn’t show too much, yet enough to get good tips, led them to a small table in a private corner. The table that, apparently, Kelan had requested. The Falke brothers seemed to be regulars, even if the hostess wasn’t sure which brothers they were.

Reidar held Beth’s chair for her, and she sat, took her purse off her shoulder and set it on the floor beside her. He took the seat to her left, while Kelan sat on her right. The table was small, the space intimate.

“Do you drink wine?” Reidar asked once the hostess left.

“Not really. I’d prefer a screwdriver, if that’s okay.” She picked up the gold-embossed menu and opened it. Her eyes nearly bugged at the cost of even the smallest appetizers.

When the waiter came to fill their water glasses, Kelan ordered a screwdriver “light on the vodka” and beers for the two of them. Then he turned his attention to her.

“You remembered,” she said, grinning at him.

He cocked a brow. “With you…everything.”

Reidar touched her arm. “Order anything you want, sweetheart. Everything here is good.”

“Thanks.” She had student loans coming out her ears from years and years of university. Not since her mother’s last engagement party had she been in an establishment of this caliber, and never would she spend this kind of money on a meal. “I’m not really hungry.” She set the menu down. “I think a salad will do me.”

Both brothers gave her a look that bluntly told her they didn’t buy it.

“We saw you eat last night,” Kelan said.

“If you don’t order something that will fill you up,” Reidar added, “we’ll have to do it for you.”

Kelan leaned close to her ear and whispered. “As much as we like control, we’d prefer our woman to order her own meals.”

A shiver went down her arms, and a smile curved her lips. Their woman. Crazy that this was happening so fast, but it sounded so nice. So…right. Much more permanent than a summer fling ever should. Did they really consider what they’d started to be more than that? Dare she hope?

“Okay,” she said.

Kelan caught her earlobe between his teeth for a brief moment that sent goose bumps bristling along her nerves before he sat up and opened his menu as if he’d done nothing out of the norm.

Trying to catch her breath, Beth opened the menu again, decided on the prime rib, and then glanced at Kelan. He seemed engrossed in his menu. She turned her head to look at Reidar.

Weird.

She watched them for a bit. They stared at their menus, but their eyes weren’t moving. Almost as if they were in some kind of trance.

She cleared her throat, and their heads snapped up.

“Did you decide?” Reidar asked.

“Uh-huh. The prime rib. Are you guys okay?”

They glanced at each other then back at her.

“We’re fine,” Kelan said. “You?”

“I’m great.” What the heck was that?

The waiter came with their drinks then spread their napkins over their laps. How classy. She sipped her drink, letting out a sigh. Her one indulgence. She loved the tang of the orange juice mixed with the slight bite of vodka.

“Beth?”

She raised her eyes to look at Reidar and pushed her glasses up her nose. “Hmm?”

“Would you like to order?” He tipped his head toward the waiter.

“Oh, yes.” She smiled at the handsome waiter. “Six ounce prime rib, medium rare, baked potato, no sour cream, and ranch dressing on the side of the salad please.”

“Six ounce big enough?” Kelan asked.

She turned a scowl on him. “Yes, with the potato and salad. I can only eat so much.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take the same, but twelve ounce. And Thousand Island on the salad.”

Beth laughed.

“Lamb chops with the mixed vegetables. But I’d prefer the soup of the day instead of salad,” Reidar ordered.

After the waiter left, she took another sip of her drink. “Okay, so, I met your sister this morning when I went to see the town’s vet about Falke. Exactly how many of you are there? I was a little distracted that morning in the store, and I thought I saw at least five of you, but last night when I asked, you said there were four.”

“Seven, actually,” Kelan muttered before he lifted his glass of beer. “Six brothers, one sister. One set of quads and a younger set of triplets.”

“Wow. Two sets of multiple births. Your mother must be one heck of a woman.”

Both brothers smiled. Kelan nodded.

“Do all of your brothers work at the store?”

“Yep,” Reidar answered.

“What in the world do you all do there? I mean, how many salesmen do you need?”

“It’s more than that. We also run the guide service,” Reidar reminded her with a smile. She’d honestly forgotten that part of it with all the excitement the last couple of days. “We do white water rafting, guided hikes. We have a cabin up in the mountains near a lake where we take tourists fishing.

That kind of thing.”

“Trout?” she asked.

“Yes. Mostly trout up there. You fish?” Kelan asked.

She nodded. “Yes, and I love fresh grilled trout. But I haven’t been fishing since I started college an eon ago.”

“We’ll take you up there, if you like,” Reidar said, then glanced at Kelan and frowned.

“I’d love that. But I really don’t have the time now. There’s so much to do, and summer doesn’t last forever.” An idea struck her. “Do you ever take folks in on guided hunts?”

“No,” Kelan answered.

“Oh.”

“Why?” Reidar wanted to know.

“Just wondering if you might help me find a wild cougar or two. They’re hard to come by, and I’ve only a limited time to work on this project.” Maybe if they saw what she did, that she wasn’t out to harm any animals, they’d be more willing to let her have access to Falke.

“What, exactly, do you do?” Kelan asked, setting his beer down and leaning forward.

She hadn’t dated anyone not involved in studies similar to her own in a very long time, and she didn’t want to bore these two. But what the hell? He’d asked. “I’m collecting information to write my dissertation on animal genetics, specializing in cougars here in the northwest. I have a masters in genetics and a bachelors in animal behavior. When Professor Whitmore asked me to be his assistant for his field work this summer, I jumped at the chance.” She sipped her drink and eyed both brothers.

“What about the genetics are you studying? And why here?” Reidar asked.

She smiled. “The Wenatchee forest because there is a fairly high cougar population. With luck, we can tag and get samples from at least a half dozen cats this summer. With lots of luck, it might be more than that. And then, in the bigger lab back at the U, we’ll run DNA testing to check their family lines, see if they’re inbreeding, or if there’s fresh blood entering the lines.”

“Cougars don’t live in family groups, though,” Kelan said. “How are you going to find a half dozen around here? As far as we know, Falke is the only one nearby.”

She tipped her head. “We’ll be moving the lab about every two weeks or so. This was our first stop, and there’ll be times we’ll have to take the ATV or hike deeper. There’s thousands of acres of the Wenatchee to explore, and I figure it’ll take at least two weeks to scope out each grid I’ve developed. But you’re right. I’ve worried about Falke’s territory. Having his scent around here could chase off others, at least other males who roam so extensively.” She sighed. “Now that we moved the lab and have better access to the forest, I’m hoping your Falke hasn’t roamed that far, since he’s… domesticated.” She raised an eyebrow in question. “How far does he roam?”

“Where’d you move the lab?” Kelan asked.

“To a forest fire base camp about ten miles outside of town, to start. We’ll still have to hike farther into the forests to search for signs, but Tim said he found some scat this morning near the site.”

“He did?” Reidar seemed surprised by that.

“Well, there’s four million acres to explore.” Kelan smiled and slid a sideways glance at his brother. “I’m sure you’ll find someplace Falke hasn’t been.”

She didn’t share his humor. “Where does Falke roam?”

Reidar answered. “Everywhere we go. He goes with us when we guide, usually along Icicle River, to the cabin at Red Dog Ridge, and pretty much all over the Alpine Lakes Wilderness area. He can sense danger sooner than we can, and he’s saved our asses more than once.”

She frowned then shook her head. “He’s still a wild animal.”

“No, he’s not. He’s a domesticated house cat who happens to be a cougar.”

“Your sister said he was born in captivity. But if you take him out in the wild, what if he found a mate out there? A female in heat would trump your pampering. He could run off until he’d secured his line.”

The brothers were silent for a minute, but then Kelan chuckled. “He doesn’t pay much attention to other cats, other than to warn us of their presence.”

“Excuse me? He isn’t fixed. I know that much from the exam I did.”

Reidar found that statement hilarious, nearly choking on his beer, but Kelan groaned and swiped his hand through his hair.

“I’m serious,” she insisted. “Are you going to get him neutered?”

“God, no!” Kelan said.

Reidar damn near fell out of his chair laughing, but Kelan looked serious. Overly serious.

“You can’t keep an animal that’s wild by nature as a house pet,” she continued in spite of the looks Reidar’s amusement drew from other tables. “It won’t work. Eventually he’ll go off to spread his seed.”

“No. He won’t,” was Kelan’s response, and it made her roll her eyes.

“You are outdoor guides,” she said calmly. “You should know the nature of things. Even so-called domesticated dogs can go feral. We had a dog when I was little, one that my dad always claimed was part coyote. She was my pet, my first dog. We raised her from a puppy, but you know what she did when she got pregnant? Her ingrained genetics told her to go find a den to have them.

She came home to eat, but then left every time. By the time I was able to follow her and we found her pups, they were almost a month old and as wild as any forest creature.”

“That’s dogs,” Kelan protested.

“Apples to oranges,” Reidar added, his tone more amused than irritated.

“Animals to animals,” she corrected. “It’s all in the genetics. You can’t stop Falke’s true nature, no matter how you’ve raised him. Some day he’ll catch the scent of a female in heat, and there’s nothing you’ll be able to do about it.”

Kelan silently stared at her for a long time, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes intense.

“Maybe his genetics are different than others.”

She hesitated. “True, you have me there, which is why I’d like to take a second blood sample—”

“Not gonna happen.” Kelan shook his head to emphasize his statement.

She pressed her lips together. Back to square one. “Stubborn.”

Kelan smirked.

“His line has been domesticated for almost a hundred years,” Reidar said, drawing her attention away from his brother. “Back to our grandfathers’ time.”

“What about the mothers’ lines? Were they domesticated?”

“More than you can imagine,” Reidar said. His humor had gone, and his expression was damn near as intense as Kelan’s.

“Where’re they from? A zoo? Heidi said you didn’t have any others in captivity.” And everyone knew zoo animals weren’t exactly domesticated. They were as dangerous as those in the wild. Often more so because they weren’t afraid of humans.

The waiter arrived with salads and Reidar’s soup and set them in front of each person at the table.

A small silver dish followed hers, filled to the brim with ranch dressing. Her stomach growled. She picked up her fork then looked at each of the brothers.

“Go ahead,” Reidar said.

They waited until she’d taken her first bite to lift their forks. Wow, how gentlemanly of them.

She’d definitely never had a date do that before. It made her smile, but she set into her salad with gusto.

When she’d finished, she looked up again to see Kelan and Reidar grinning at her.

“Sorry. Guess I am a little hungry.”

Reidar winked. “Yeah, we figured as much. Good?”

She nodded and wiped her mouth with her linen napkin. “Very. Homemade dressing too. I guess you bring a lot of dates here?”

“Fishing now?” Kelan asked, raising one eyebrow at her.

She shrugged and grinned. But she did wonder if she was special, or if this was a weekly thing with them. How many tourists did they wine, dine, then bed? On second thought, she didn’t want to know. It made her chest ache to think along those lines. That she was one of many, even if she wasn’t naïve enough to assume otherwise. They were grown men, single and handsome. She’d be a fool to think they’d been celibate before meeting her. Even she wasn’t a virgin.

“After work, we mostly eat and drink at the Tap ’n Tine,” Reidar said. He set his spoon into his empty soup bowl. “But this is a nice change, now and then.”

“Actually,” Kelan offered, “we normally eat at home. Heidi likes to cook.”

“You live with Heidi?”

“And our…parents,” Reidar said.

“Why?” They were late twenties, early thirties, but neither one looked the type to be sci-fi gamers who dwelled in Mommy’s basement and debated conspiracy theories online.

“Our parents own a big log home and a lot of land on Mountain Home Road, and they aren’t as young as they used to be. They can use the extra help in taking care of it, so we stay there when we’re not out on a hike or working at the store.”

She took a sip of her ice water. “And what about your other brothers?”

“Axel and Gunnar just built a house not far from our parents. Torsten and Sindre live in an apartment above the shop.”

She chuckled. “Heidi must feel like the odd duck.”

“Why? Because she’s the only girl?”

“Yeah, a little, but mostly ’cause I heard you guys all travel in pairs.”

The men didn’t laugh.

“You heard?” Reidar asked.

“Yeah. The Falke family is a popular topic over at the local diner.”

Reidar groaned, muttering, “The gossip mill never stops,” which made her grin.

Kelan asked, “Does that bother you?”

“The gossip?”

“The pairs…”

After last night? She shook her head. “Not at all. Just seems a little…odd, I guess, that you all…”

She laughed and waved her hand. “Well, not that I know all of you do what we…umm.” Biting her tongue, she gave them a sheepish grin. “That’s probably none of my business, is it?”

“You remember the other woman at the shop when you shot me? The pretty one with jet black hair?” Kelan asked, staring into her eyes.

Beth nodded.

“She lives with Axel and Gunnar.”

“Ohhh. Well.” She fiddled with her napkin.

“So, what about your family? Any ‘odd ducks’ in it?” Reidar asked with a teasing smile.

“Man, my mom…” She shook her head and laughed. “Then again, she’s on her fifth marriage, and if you count all the men in between, sticking with just two would be a step up for her.”

Reidar asked, “Lots of stepfathers in your life?”

“Yeah. My parents divorced when I was around four. Mom cheated. Wound up marrying the guy she cheated with. That lasted about a year. Then there were a half dozen boyfriends/uncle figures hanging around before she started marrying them. She was on the third husband when I moved into the dorms for college. I never even met number four. Married in Vegas and divorced there a few months later. The guy she’s with now actually seems the most stable, and has lasted the longest.”

“And your father?”

She made a face. “Used to spend summers and holidays with him, but he left Seattle with a new wife when I was fourteen. I’ve only seen him a handful of times since then, although he never misses a birthday or Christmas.” She poked her fork at what was left of her salad. “He’s got another family.

Lives in Florida. He was a fisherman here, and he’s one there.”

“So you do have siblings?” Kelan asked.

Beth nodded. “Three half-sisters from my dad, and seven step-siblings from my mom’s various marriages. Never close to any of them.”

“Sounds like you’ve been on your own a very long time,” Reidar said.

“Yeah, well…” She shrugged. “It’s better than being in the middle of all the drama.”

Kelan leaned his elbow on the table and propped his chin on his hand only to straighten up when his cell phone buzzed. He checked the number and pocketed the phone without answering it. “It’s Heidi. I’ll call her back later.” To Beth he said, “Family drama can be interesting at times. Really damn annoying at others.”

She laughed. “I guess you’re stuck in the middle all of the time, huh?”

“Middle children too, kind of. Not the oldest, not the youngest.”

Kelan’s eyes…She could stare into them forever.

“What made you pick your line of work?” he asked.

“A trip to the zoo with my dad when I was ten.” She grinned and lifted her mixed drink. “I fell madly in love with the tigers. So big and beautiful.” She took a sip. “But, as you know, there aren’t a lot of tigers around here, and I can’t imagine living anywhere but Washington, so I had to find something closer to home.”

“What’s your goal? Why do you do what you do?”

“That’s simple. To learn everything I possibly can about the elusive predators and to make sure their numbers don’t dwindle while I’m still on this earth.”

Reidar raised his eyebrows. “All by yourself?”

She laughed. “Of course not. But I want to be part of the solution. Starting with genetic samples to make sure they’re not inbreeding, which leads to birth defects, high mortality rates and eventually the end of a species.” She leaned forward, warming to her subject. “There are only estimates on the numbers because they’re so hard to find, but there are between two thousand and twenty-five hundred in Washington State, and though the population seems stable in western Washington, the numbers are declining in the eastern parts. I want to know why.”

“But every week on the news there’s a sighting near a town, or a cougar eats someone’s beloved toy poodle, so there can’t be too few.” Kelan sat back and crossed his arms again.

“Yeah, the towns keep expanding. People build in the country, in the forests, in cougar territory.

What do you expect?”

“You want everyone in high rises in downtown Seattle?”

She laughed and shook her head. “No. I’m not a tree hugger, but I do love the country. Spent my childhood on a huge farm surrounded by forest on Whidbey Island. Human population grows; it’s a fact. But we also need to make sure that the creatures in our world don’t suffer unduly because we want to share their space. By studying and helping the cougars, we can learn things that will help other breeds of big cats that are in greater danger all over the world.”

Kelan sighed and looked across the table at his brother. Reidar nodded.

She looked back and forth between them. “I swear you two can talk to each other without saying a word.”

They both turned to her.

“How’s that?” Reidar asked.

“You stare at each other, and I know you’re communicating somehow.”

Reidar chuckled, but it sounded a bit forced, his smile not reaching his gorgeous eyes. “It’s a twin thing.”

“So I’ve heard,” she muttered and lifted her drink again. She’d almost polished it off.

“Something I’ll never know, I guess.”

“Want another drink?” Kelan asked.

She nodded as the waiter arrived with their dinner. The scent of her prime rib made her mouth water. “Thanks, guys,” she said when the server departed.

“For?” Kelan glanced up at her, butter knife in one hand.

“Dinner. Conversation. Even arguing with you is more relaxing than…” a night alone in a hotel room. She smiled. “It’s nice, and I like you two a lot.”

They glanced at each other then back at her. “We like you too, Beth,” Kelan said in the gentlest voice she’d heard him use. “More than we should.”

Chapter Nine

“There’s still daylight left,” Reidar said as they stepped outside ahead of Kelan, who was taking care of the bill. “You up for a stroll?”

“Sure. That’d be nice.”

“I know just the place. Have you been to the park?”

Beth shook her head.

They waited for Kelan to catch up before Reidar led them down a different side street and into a wooded park that stretched along the river’s edge.

Neither brother spoke, nor did she as she took in the tranquil sight of plant life alongside the rippling waters. No words were necessary. Though Kelan stayed close, he let Reidar guide the way, and it was the gentle Reidar who took her by the hand during their stroll.

She enjoyed the sweet comradery they shared as they listened to birds chirp. A squirrel did a one-eighty on the path, scampered up a nearby tree trunk and vocally chewed them out for disrupting its plans.

The critter’s anger made her grin.

They stopped at a point where the water foamed white amid a rocky outcrop, the sounds of bubbling rapids filling the silence. Kelan moved closer to the shoreline, picked up some pebbles and skipped one after another out across the smoother surface upriver from the rapids.

“I can see why you love it here,” she said, drawing Reidar’s attention.

He winked, bent down to pluck a tiny white wild flower and slipped it over her ear. “And I knew you had the kind of heart to understand.” Lifting her hand to his lips, he looked out across the river. “I was impressed by what you said about man sharing this world with animals. You have conviction, a passion for what you believe in, and that’s admirable.”

She studied his profile, so similar to his brother’s and yet different. They each had a fire inside that she could sense, but where Kelan’s was more explosive, Reidar’s simmered with undying strength and a tenderness that called to her.

“But?”

His lips twitched with amusement before he replied. “But…are there limits to what you’d be willing to do to achieve your dreams?”

She tensed. “Of course. I’m not unethical.”

“I didn’t say you were. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

He shrugged, avoiding her gaze, apparently unwilling or unable to say more.

She couldn’t fault him for having doubts. The scene she’d made in their store hadn’t exactly presented her in the best of light. “I don’t think your sister likes me,” she said, speculating on where his concerns came from. What did she have to do to convince them she wasn’t a threat to their precious pet?

“Heidi doesn’t really know you.”

“Axel? And the others?”

Reidar looked at her then, his gaze holding hers for a long moment. “They’re just concerned about Falke’s safety.”

“And you?”

“We all are.”

“That’s what I thought. I swear to you, I mean no harm to Falke. I want to help animals like him.

I can’t do that by sacrificing my integrity and harming the very thing I’m trying to protect.”

He released a breath and caressed her cheek with his fingertips. “I believe you.”

After a suspended pause, she asked, “What about you?”

He held her gaze, stared.

“What do you believe in, Reidar?”

He glanced at the horizon, toward the setting sun, his thumb caressing the back of her hand. After a second, he answered, “Like you, I think there are some things in life worth protecting.”

“Ah. So you’re the tree hugger?” she teased, making him smile, and something fluttered inside her tummy at the sight.

“Not exactly. That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.” She grew serious, stepped around to face him and took his other hand in hers too.

“What’re your convictions? What things are worth protecting to you?”

His eyes warmed with such passion as he released her hands to rub his palms up her arms.

“Family.”

Smiling, she let him turn her, leaned back against him and wrapped herself in his arms.

“Hey! Care to stroll out here?” Kelan shouted from where he stood shin-deep in the river. He’d rolled up his pant legs and removed his socks and shoes.

She chuckled. “Are you crazy? Isn’t it cold?”

He grinned. “Yep. Refreshing.”

“Is he always like this?” she asked Reidar.

“Like what?”

“So adventurous.”

“Yes. Kelan is a free spirit.”

“Come on in,” Kelan urged. “It feels great.”

When she hesitated, Reidar murmured, “Scared?”

“No.”

“Where’s that adventurous spirit of yours?”

She slid a sideways glance at him. “My scientific spirit is trying to calculate the odds of falling in…or determine whether you two are up to something.”

“Come on,” Kelan called out again. “What are you waiting for?”

Reidar smiled. “Make him promise not to get you wet, and you’ll make it out with only damp feet. On my honor, I know my brother. He’d never break a vow.”

His tone was enough to convince her.

Honor.

Family.

The man before her was pretty passionate about his own convictions, too. Impressed, she smiled.

Only after she received promises from both brothers did she remove her shoes, roll up her jeans and wade into the river.

Her happy laughter soon echoed through the valley.

Reidar laced his fingers with Beth’s as they walked back to the inn from the park. The sun had set, but the chilled water had revived all of them like Kelan said it would. And as promised, they all escaped without a dunking.

Kelan opened the hotel’s door for them. Reidar noticed his brother glance at the clock and then his watch, but didn’t say anything as he led Beth upstairs.

“Left pocket,” she said, this time not even attempting to reach for her own room keycard.

We shouldn’t be doing this, Kelan said silently. We got nowhere with her tonight. She still wants another blood sample, but how do we figure out where the first one went?

Reidar slid his fingers into the pocket and told Kelan, I need this—her—tonight. And so do you.

Beth’s eyelids drifted closed as he squeezed her butt, pulled her against his body, and then retrieved the card, which he used to open the door. Dipping his head, he kissed her while he walked her backwards into the room and tossed the keycard on the dresser by the television.

“Mmm,” she murmured, pulling away enough to talk. “You comin’, Kelan?”

Not yet, but I will be.

Reidar smiled at the tone of surrender in his brother’s telepathic quip. “Yeah, he’s not gonna let me have you all to myself,” he told Beth as he removed her glasses and handed them to Kelan.

“Sharing’s good,” she got out before he claimed her lips again.

While they kissed, she tugged at his shirt, so he let her remove it and started to help her off with her own. Pushing one bra strap off her shoulder, Reidar pressed his lips to her skin and noticed his bare-chested brother draw near to kiss her on the nape. In seconds her bra, a sexier lacy scrap of material than what she’d worn the other night, landed on a growing pile of clothes, and her breasts were in Kelan’s hands, lifted and ready for a taste.

He dipped his head lower to lick a plump nipple and heard the catch in her breath when he sucked the tip into his mouth. She combed her fingers into his hair and held him to her for several minutes while he suckled at his leisure, but then he felt the delicate brush of her fingers along the waistline of his pants.

A slight yank and a few tugs later, she shoved his jeans and underwear down his thighs until they dropped to his ankles. He toed off his shoes and was about to step free of his clothes when she slid her palms over his thighs, her nails scoring his flesh with maddening gentleness. He froze, letting her explore his body—his hips, abdomen, sides, and ass.

She was naked, his brother having somehow taken care of stripping her pants and shoes off when Reidar wasn’t looking. Though he watched her explore his body with her hands, her head was lowered, her silky, shiny hair blocking his view of her face. He used a finger under her chin to lift her face toward his.

Kelan reached around her to play with her breasts, pinching and plucking at both pert nipples, but he spoke not a word, letting Reidar control the tempo and tone of tonight’s affair.

A passive Kelan was an odd thing, and Reidar’s gut clenched. His brother was in turmoil. So was he. But he couldn’t stay away from Beth. She was sweet, warm, and her passion about her work—even though it could destroy their entire family—made him love her all the more.

He loved her.

As his lips came down on hers, Beth wrapped her fingers around his cock. He moaned into her mouth and shifted closer toward her touch. His fingers bit into her arms, but he let her explore until she cupped his balls and he could take no more.

Kelan…

His brother responded immediately, taking Beth by the wrists and pulling her arms behind her back. Her gaze met Reidar’s, and he wanted to fall into the emerald depths of her eyes. Instead, he held her face with one palm and gave her a soft, chaste kiss on the mouth.

She surprised him when she nipped at his bottom lip as he pulled away, and then she dropped to her knees as if they’d ordered her to do so, which they hadn’t. Not yet. But that didn’t matter the instant she enclosed the head of his cock in her mouth and laved it with her tongue. He buried his fingers in her hair and held her to him, shoving his rock-hard flesh a little deeper each time she sucked on his aroused length.

“Fuck, Beth,” he said, the curse escaping on a burst of air.

She giggled, and the vibrations ricocheted straight to his heart, which pumped more adrenaline through his veins and made him want her that much more. At this rate, they would never make it to her bed even though it was only a few feet away.

With a hint of regret, he pulled himself free, maneuvered her around onto her hands and knees and knelt behind her. “I can’t wait,” he explained.

A condom appeared in front of his face, the new packet already opened, and he hesitated with his hands on her ass, his cock a mere inch from paradise. Right. Thanks, he said to Kelan who gave him a silent nod and pocketed his wallet. A mingling of their semen, even a day apart, could lead to bigger trouble than they already faced.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, tossing her hair to one side and trying to look back at him. Reidar quickly donned the rubber and entered her in one smooth glide.

Her sultry sigh was sweet, but her body was perfect. So warm and wet…and tight. He adjusted his grip on her hips, withdrew a few inches and eased back in to the hilt. She tried to hurry him along, but he forced her to a thorough, methodical, insanity-provoking pace. He wanted this to last, needed it to go on forever.

Kelan opened the fly of his jeans to free his erection, and Reidar was pleased to see his brother wasn’t unaffected. Kneeling in front of Beth, Kelan gathered her hair into one fist and stroked her cheek with a fingertip.

“Open up, hon, nice and wide.” His brother slid his cock into her ready mouth, the impact of the hot entry evident on Kelan’s face. “That’s it.”

The sight before him and the sounds she made drove Reidar to the brink. He sped up, collided again and again with the soft curves of her ass, and plunged in as deep as he could go, racing toward a completion he craved, yet wanted to delay.

He raked his short nails over her back and heard her moan, which made his brother hiss. “That’s it, baby. Suck it.”

Reidar rode her harder, faster. Spreading her knees with his own, he sat back and thrust up at her even as he forced her down onto his cock. Her squeal, squelched by Kelan’s cock, encouraged him to do it again, and he bounced her onto his lap. The louder she became, the more Kelan gritted his teeth until he groaned with his release. Reidar could hold off his climax no longer. He reached around her, tweaked her clit between his fingers and, with one final thrust, buried himself in her warm depths and let go.

Beth screamed as her inner muscles spasmed around his cock. Reidar couldn’t contain the multiple shouts of pleasure that struck him like blows with each pulse of his release.

Son of a bitch, Kelan said through their telepathic connection. How the fuck can we ever let her go?

Reidar sprawled next to Beth on the carpet and pulled her back against his chest. She held out her arms to Kelan, and his brother went into them, kissing her hard and deep.

Burying his face in her fragrant hair and still panting from the most mind-numbing sexual experience of his life, Reidar said, We can’t. She’s ours. We’ll figure it out. We have to.

Kelan pulled away from the kiss and tucked Beth’s head beneath his chin against his chest. Yes.

She’s ours. The one.

Beth ran her hand up Kelan’s side. “I hope you two are as awake as I am.” She wiggled against them, rubbing her bare ass against Reidar’s groin, then raising her knee to nudge against Kelan’s. “I’m not done yet.”

Reidar pinched her nipple, loving the sound of her quick intake of breath. At the same time, Kelan reached between her legs.

Beth ran her nails down Kelan’s arm and moaned. “I think it would be very easy to fall in love with the two of you.”

Reidar’s cock surged to fullness against her velvety soft ass cheeks at her words. He glanced up to see the look of utter surrender in Kelan’s face.

“Ours,” Kelan growled, then sank his tongue into her mouth and his fingers into her pussy.

Beth awoke from a doze and glanced over Kelan’s shoulder to see the clock on the nightstand. It was 4:12 a.m., and she was wide awake. Kelan’s arm was around her waist, and Reidar’s leg was over hers, effectively trapping her in the middle of the bed. It was warm and cozy there, but she had to pee, and there was no point staying in bed because they were dead to the world. Reidar snored softly, and Kelan twitched like a puppy in his sleep, which made her grin.

She kissed Kelan on the shoulder and gently gripped his wrist to move his arm.

Instead of releasing her, he pulled her flush against his body and tightened his hold. When Kelan moved her, Reidar snuggled up even harder against her backside, and his hand snuck around and settled over her breast.

She huffed out a breath and said, “Unless you two can get it up again, I suggest you let go of me.”

Reidar snored.

Kelan smacked his lips and nuzzled his face against her hair.

She chuckled to herself and wiggled down the bed, out from under their limbs. Both men flipped over, facing away from each other, and each pulled one of the pillows to their chests. She stood at the end of the bed, watching her boys sleep peacefully in the low ambient light cast through the window from the parking lot. A part of her thought about crawling right back in between them, but she’d wasted an entire day in bed already. She was going to lose her position with Professor Whitmore if she didn’t start working harder and playing less.

After a quick stop in the bathroom, she put on her bathrobe, picked her glasses off the dresser and quietly dragged the little table to the far, dark corner of the room, then booted up her laptop. She pulled her cell phone from her purse and a diet cola from the mini fridge. The cooling box with the blood sample was still there, and she shook her head. She seriously needed to get her act together. The post office opened at nine, and she vowed to be at the door then.

She punched in the code to listen to her voicemail—a call from her mom seeing how things were going—and then laid the phone on the table next to the computer. She always kept the ringer on silent vibrate because she carried it into the forest with her and didn’t want it scaring off potential targets.

She should call her mother in the morning. Later in the morning, she amended when she glanced at the clock on her computer.

She took a few swallows from her bottle of cola and then opened her journal, scrolled through what she’d started to write about Falke the night he’d escaped and laid her fingers over the keys.

The cougar escaped sometime during the night, she’d written. In the morning, using the GPS tracking device I inserted in his neck, I found him in a store in downtown Leavenworth. The cat is a family pet belonging to the Falkes, locals of Leavenworth and owners of Catamount Outfitters. They treat him as part of the family. I’ve heard them say, several times, that no one owns him.

Her gaze strayed to the bed before turning back to the computer screen. She began to type.

The family is protective of the cat and will not allow me access to obtain another blood sample, which we need to continue the testing. The town vet is also a Falke sibling, and she was as tight-lipped about the history of the cat’s lineage as the rest.

I spoke with a few locals who said there has always been a Falke cougar for as long as they can remember, and a few I spoke with are descendants of the original founding fathers of Leavenworth.

But how much of what they said is true, and how much is folklore?

There must be records somewhere that can shed light on this unique line of pumas. Perhaps I can find something in the newspaper archives at a local library.

I will continue digging as deeply as I can into the family history with the cougars. My goal is to obtain another blood sample, and to try to trace a family line. At this point, I do not know who sired Falke or its mother’s identity, or even where either parent comes from. I assume one or both are in captivity somewhere, if either is still alive, but the Falke family is very secretive.

I have made friends with two of the brothers. I’m hoping they will eventually open up to me.

Unless she was just a fling. Something they did with a lot of tourist women.

She looked over to where Kelan and Reidar still slept, and her heart ached a little. When she said she thought she could fall in love with them, she’d lied.

She loved them already.

The two brothers together were the perfect man. She smiled at the thought, even as tears stung her eyes. Reidar was so gentle and soft spoken. He could melt her heart with one of his sexy grins.

Kelan had that hard, demanding edge that enflamed her libido as nothing ever had. They were both kind. And when she’d spoken of her passion for her work, they’d listened. Even though she wasn’t sure of their formal education, they were intelligent and great conversationalists.

It had only been a matter of days since she met them, but she wasn’t the type of person to lie to herself. She wasn’t a teenager with a crush, and she hadn’t been searching for love everlasting. But it had found her. Or at least love had. She doubted this would be everlasting, and that thought hurt her heart.

Who would have thought it? Bookworm Lizzy in love with two sexy men.

No wonder Tim seemed so shocked. She should be too, she supposed, but it all felt so right when she was with them. Too right. Perfect. As if she belonged between them at all times, loving them both.

“Oh, Beth,” she whispered to herself. “You dumb, dumb girl.” She sighed, saved the journal entry and opened up her notes and dissertation draft.

A while later, her phone buzzed on the table. Beth glanced at the computer’s clock to see it was just after six. Definitely not her mom at this hour. When she picked it up, she saw it was Professor Whitmore and quickly answered, dashing for the bathroom and shutting the door so she didn’t have to whisper.

“Hello?”

“The lab results are missing,” he said, his voice full of fury.

“Wh-what?” She couldn’t have heard right.

“The lab results are gone. Erased from the computer. Someone’s been in the lab. Things are moved around.”

“Are you sure?”

“The files have been erased, and some kind of program was run so it’s irretrievable. It’s gone.”

Beth swallowed hard. How could it be? There were numerous files, one for each test run—she’d done it three times herself, plus whatever Whitmore had done.

“Tell me you saved a copy on your computer,” Whitmore demanded in nearly a growl.

“N-no, sir. I did not.” Why hadn’t she thought of backing up the data onto another drive?

“Did you email the results to anyone?”

“No.” A sickening queasiness churned in her gut.

Whitmore cursed fluidly and colorfully under his breath. “Goddamn it, why didn’t you back up the information?”

Because she was waiting for the lead scientist to look at the results, and since he got them, he’d been sending her on one errand after another. “I—”

“God help you if you—”

“I have that nanny cam,” she rushed to say as she rubbed her fingers over her forehead. “My computer. Tim brought it to me last night. I’ll find out who did this.”

“You do that. And if I find out it was you or Tim—”

“Professor Whitmore!” How could he think such a thing?

“Just call me back. I want the identity of the bastard who did this.”

The line went dead, and Beth leaned heavily against the counter. Why would Tim destroy the test results? Why would he move things around the lab? There were no secrets from him.

Still, the last time she’d seen him, it hadn’t been pleasant. Could he have done it to get back at her?

“Oh, Tim. You didn’t.”

She left the bathroom and realized the sun was coming up, the room lighter now. She went back to her computer, laid her phone on the table, closed down her word processor and moved the cursor over the icon of a movie camera called LabCam.

The program automatically logged her into a remote server and gave her dates broken up by hours.

She’d start with 5:00 a.m. and work backwards.

She fast forwarded through the digital recordings, an hour taking only five minutes at full speed.

At 6:38 p.m. the previous evening, the darkened lab grew light. The door had obviously been opened. She hit the pause button, then play.

What she saw had her eyes widening in shock.

Tim had installed the camera on the wall, in the corner over the computer desk, giving a wide-angled view of the entire lab.

There was no mistaking the two naked men entering the lab through the side door. She’d know those perfect male bodies anywhere. They were lying in her bed right now.

As she watched Reidar go to the computers and Kelan open the sample fridge, her surprise kindled into fury. They’d shown up at her room at seven last night. They’d ransacked her lab then came to her, kissed her, pretended-She wished the video had sound. She could see them talking and wondered what they were saying. Kelan had opened every drawer and cabinet.

And why the hell were they naked? It wasn’t as if they were hairless and didn’t want to leave DNA evidence at the scene of their crime. She was sure the police could recover enough fingerprints to remove all doubt of guilt even without the video evidence.

Kelan seemed agitated, so much so that he punched the wall. Reidar grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door, but Kelan went back and closed the drawers, the doors, and picked something off the desk he’d left there earlier.

By the time the video went dark with the closing of the side door, Beth shook with rage. Her breathing shallow, she got up from the chair to approach the bed and tripped over a pair of jeans dropped carelessly to the floor.

Kelan’s jeans.

With a fat leather belt.

She picked up the pants and slid the belt out of the loops. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she refused to let the hurt of their betrayal outweigh the anger seething through her veins.

Beth doubled the belt, holding the ends together, and without conscious thought, she brought the looped end down as hard as she could on Kelan’s beautiful bare ass sticking out from beneath the sheet.

“How could you do this to me, you sons of bitches?”

Kelan yelped and rolled off the bed. She didn’t stop. She swung the belt again, grazing Reidar’s arm as he rolled the other way and dove off the bed.

“What the fuck? ” Kelan shouted.

She swung a third time, but Reidar grabbed her around the waist and tumbled her to the floor. Her glasses fell off, which only made her angrier, and the belt flew out of her hand. So she went at his eyes with her nails, bucking and screaming. “How could you do this? How could you do this to me? ”

Reidar’s hand clamped over her mouth, and somehow he’d managed to trap her hands in his fist.

He outweighed her by at least fifty pounds, and as hard as she struggled she couldn’t dislodge him.

“Stop screaming, sweetheart,” Reidar said in her ear. “Shh. It’s all right. Everything’s okay.”

She screamed against his hand and fought, twisted, tugged at her hands, tried biting his palm but couldn’t, until the tears came. Great, heaving sobs that racked her body.

Reidar pulled his hand away from her mouth and loosened his grip on her hands.

She jerked away and shoved him off of her. Kelan was there, lifting her to her feet. She tried pushing him away, but he wrapped one arm around her waist, the other across her chest, and anchored her against him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demanded.

She reached behind her, grabbed his ball sac and squeezed.

“Son of a bitch!” He released her, and she made a dash for the door, but then Reidar had her again, pinned against the wall this time, her hands secured in his big fist behind her back. He didn’t hurt her, though. He seemed to hold her with such ease, making her feel utterly powerless, and she hated it.

“Sweetheart. Settle down. Tell us what’s got you so worked up?”

“How could you?” was all she could choke out between the aching throat and tears.

“How could we what?”

How could you hurt me that way? she wanted to say, but this wasn’t the time to let them see how much they’d hurt her. Fury over their betrayal, yes. Hurt… Fuck it. The tears gave that away.

“Let me go,” she said in a low voice, “and I’ll show you what you did.”

Slowly, Reidar released her and stepped back, but he blocked her path to the exit. She turned around and glared at him. The asshole had the audacity to look so innocent, even concerned. He should be concerned. He was going to jail!

She straightened her robe, retrieved her glasses and swiped her sleeve over her face to dry her tears before putting them back on. Then she stomped across the room to her computer, barely sparing Kelan a glance to see him sitting on the bed cradling his balls. I hope they never work again. Should have twisted them off.

She rewound the video to the 6:38 p.m. time stamp and then turned the laptop to face the men.

As soon as the video lightened, Reidar sank down on the bed next to his brother. “Beth…”

“Don’t bother,” she snarled.

“We can explain,” Kelan said.

“Like I said, don’t bother.” She reached for the room’s telephone sitting next to the television on the low dresser. “You can explain it to the police.”

Kelan came off the bed faster than a guy with crushed balls should be able to move and yanked the phone from her hand. She spun around and grabbed her cell off the table.

Reidar snatched it away before she could get the nine dialed. “We can’t let you call the police.”

Fear spiraled through her at his hard tone. Reidar was the nice one. If he’d turned…She swallowed hard and tried to back toward the door. They weren’t going to let her? What were they going to do to her?

Reidar bent down and picked up his jeans, pulled them on. She stepped toward the exit.

Kelan was the one to stop her by wrapping his hand around her right wrist. “Stop.”

“Fuck you!” She tried yanking way, but even though his grip felt light, it was unbreakable. “Let go! If you don’t I’ll scream until the entire hotel shows up here. I’ll get the cops here one way or another.”

Kelan looked calm. Too calm. And then he said, “There’s a very good reason we broke into the lab. Will you please let us explain?”

“Why should I?”

“Because you want to know about Falke.” That made her pause until he added, “You’re going to have to trust us.”

“Trust you? Are you insane? You went from there—” she pointed to the computer still playing back their crime, “—to here, in less than a half hour. You destroyed my lab results then spent the night fucking me.” She cringed at the hurt in her voice. “You need to get the hell out of my room. Out of my damn life!”

“We can’t do that until you understand,” Reidar said, coming closer but still out of reach. “Beth, please, you have to trust us. We have to have your trust before we can explain.”

She made a face and squeezed her eyes shut. “You’re both fucking insane if you think trust will ever enter my vocabulary where you two are involved.” When she opened her eyes, both brothers were side-by-side. “I’m not the one who broke into your place! I’m not the one who…who b-betrayed—”

“Shh.” Kelan tried to soothe her, still holding her wrist, skimming his thumb over her pulse point. She couldn’t allow him to succeed. “Beth,” he murmured. “Last night you said you could love us.”

She scoffed at her idiotic notions from last night. From this morning.

“Don’t do that,” Kelan said, and she saw pain in his eyes. Not from the crushed balls, but obvious emotional turmoil. It made her bite her tongue.

She hated the tears that trickled down her cheeks.

“We love you,” he said.

“Bullshit.”

“Beth, please—We didn’t want to hurt you. This is bigger than you can possibly imagine. And maybe we should’ve told you how we felt about you before, but whether you believe us or not, it’s true.”

They loved her? Didn’t want to hurt her? “You don’t do this kind of thing to someone you love.”

She could barely push the words out as she cried.

“Will you sit down and let us explain?” Reidar asked. “Please? Five minutes. That’s all.” He glanced at Kelan, who nodded. “And then if you decide you still need to call the police, we’ll sit right here and wait for them.”

This time when she tugged her arm, Kelan let go. She moved to the chair by the table and sat.

“Five minutes. Go.”

“Go ahead, Kel,” Reidar said. “It’ll look stupid since I have pants on.”

She frowned and looked at the clock.

“Beth,” Kelan said, drawing her attention back to him.

She folded her arms defiantly.

He frowned, closed his eyes a brief second, and then looked straight at her. “Remember, I love you.”

Damn tears burned her eyes.

Then a bright light flashed in the room, nearly blinding her. When she blinked away the white spots in her eyes, right where Kelan had been stood a two-hundred pound cougar wearing the Falke collar.

She blinked again, slowly, sure she was seeing things. “Holy shit…”

Chapter Ten

Kelan watched Beth blink, then blink again. Her mouth opened, and she murmured, “Holy shit.”

He’d never given thought to the time he’d reveal himself to his mate—to any woman—to someone who could destroy his family. Just last week it was something so far into the future he hadn’t bothered to contemplate it.

But here it was.

Here she was.

Dear God, he prayed this wasn’t a huge mistake. Taking the wrap for B&E and vandalism would have been simpler than this.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, tried to calm his thudding heart and projected his thoughts into her mind. We are Falke.

Beth gasped, flinched, and her eyes widened. She leaned back slightly and gripped the armrests of the chair.

I was the cougar you tranquilized in the woods and brought to your lab. The one you tagged. I was the one you tracked to the store. But it was my brother Gunnar you tried to shoot when you shot me the second time.

“And this,” Reidar said, stepping beside him, “is the reason why we cannot have our existence known. This is why we protect Falke, because Falke is all of us.”

She closed her eyes tight and pushed her fists against her temples, shaking her head.

I spent hours trapped in a cage. Imprisoned, Beth.

She blinked and stared at him again, still shaking her head. “I—I didn’t…Kelan?”

Yes. I know you didn’t know, didn’t mean to hurt me, and physically, I’m fine, but can you imagine what I went through in that cage? Given raw meat I can’t stand, tagged and studied whether I wanted to be or not, and kept locked up behind bars, wondering what would happen to me next? He tilted his head and held her gaze with steady regard. I know you said you liked cages, but trust me-they aren’t all they’re cracked up to be when you’re put inside one against your will.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, her hand rising to cover her mouth.

“We don’t want to be lab rats,” Reidar added. “We just want to live in peace like everyone else.”

Beth glanced back and forth between them. “The cat’s talking in my head.” She looked at Kelan.

“You’re in my head. How can you do that?”

“It’s something we can all do,” Reidar explained. “It’s part of who we are. When in catamount form, we can project our thoughts into the minds of humans so they can hear us.”

“You can do that? What he did?” she asked Reidar. “You’re one of…” She stared at Falke. “All of you?”

Yes. All of us, Kelan said.

“The whole town?”

“No.”

“Just your family then…” She looked at Reidar. “Even Heidi? But she’s a vet. Don’t animals act weird around you or something?”

“She can talk telepathically to us, her family members, but she can’t shift.”

“That’s doesn’t seem fair,” Beth said with a frown.

Who said life was fair? Or easy? Or even fathomable?

Reidar added, “Our best guess is that shape shifting is somehow tied to the Y chromosome, because only males have the ability. Something you would have eventually found out with more testing. Something we can’t have discovered, much less revealed.”

Beth stared at them, at Kelan in particular, and the emotions flitting over her face were varied and sometimes unreadable. Excitement, a little fear, a lot of confusion.

She wants to tell the world about us, Reidar said to him alone.

Beth, Kelan said, directing his thoughts to her, knowing his brother would hear as well. We know you are a scientist, and the discovery of a new species—something that should only exist in fiction-could bring you fame and fortune, but you said your life’s work was to save endangered species from going extinct.

“It is,” she agreed, her tone almost eager. “It could. My God…are you alone? I mean are there others like you?”

Ignoring her curiosity for the moment, Kelan urged her to think for a minute what would happen to us, to our family, to this town even, if you exposed us. He took the steps to close the space between them, sat at her feet and looked up at her. He couldn’t remember begging for anything in his life, but he begged now. Please understand. There are very few of us in the world. We wouldn’t survive the publicity, the experimentation, or the public’s paranoia. You put me in a cage once, and I realize it was because you didn’t know, but now you do.

“I know we’ve damaged your trust in us,” Reidar said, “but can’t you see we had no choice?”

She turned her head to look at Reidar.

“We may not have shown it before, but we’re trusting you,” he continued, “because we believe you meant it when you said you didn’t want to harm Falke or any animal for the sake of science, that your intentions are pure. If you really want to help those who need it—”

“Reidar—”

“Now’s your chance to prove it.”

Don’t take away the freedom we have, Kelan said. He took a deep breath and decided to lay it all out for her. He had to believe she had compassion. He knew she did have it; she just needed to look past the scientific discovery to view the big picture. Dakota is pregnant with Axel and Gunnar’s babies. If you expose us, not only will we become lab experiments, so will Dakota, a normal human woman who fell in love with our kind. Would you harm her or her unborn children?

Beth reached out a hand and touched his head. “You can stop trying to convince me…Kelan. I understand. I know what would happen to you. I’m not so eager for fame or fortune that I would threaten that which I’ve sworn to protect.”

Kelan relaxed with the release of a deep breath.

She licked her lips and ran her fingers down his nose, rubbed his cheek. When she touched the earring in his ear, she smiled. “To cover up the tag hole? You didn’t have an earring the first time I saw you like this.”

He chuckled, which sounded somewhere between a cough and a sneeze in his present form. Yes.

It looks a little strange on a cougar, though, doesn’t it?

She reached forward with her other hand and cupped his face, rubbing her thumbs over his cheeks, burying her fingers in his fur. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re the beautiful one,” Reidar said, kneeling down next to Kelan and touching Beth’s face.

“We meant what he said before. We do love you, Beth. With all our hearts. And we’re so sorry we hurt you, but our family means every—” She touched his lips with her fingers. “I get it. I do.” Then her curiosity showed again as she asked, “Can you shift into anything else?”

No, although I think soaring as an eagle would be so cool.

She grinned. “Yeah, it would. Does it hurt? When you shift?”

“It kind of tingles, like an electric current.”

She dug her fingertips into his fur, and Kelan purred, making her giggle. “That’s so…wild.” Then her eyes warmed, and he almost missed the slight shake of her head, the whispered words, “My wild man.”

He rubbed her palm with his nose. That’s domesticated wild man, thank you very much.

“Of course,” she agreed, laughing. “How could I forget that? Tell me. What else can you do?”

She peppered them with more questions, and they responded with patience, even promising to introduce her to their fathers.

“Fathers…I wish I could’ve met your mother. She sounds like she must’ve been an incredible woman.”

“She was.”

“I saw her paintings at the vet clinic. They’re spectacular.”

“Our fathers were her favorite models.”

She sucked in a deep breath and blew it out quickly. Then she laughed. “This is definitely more than I signed on for this summer. What a dissertation this would make.”

“Beth—”

“A dissertation that’ll never get written, never see the light of day.” Then she shook her head and sobered. “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t make it to the post office yesterday.”

“What do you mean?”

She twisted in the chair and reached behind her to open the mini fridge’s door. Then she handed a small cooler-type container to Reidar. “This is the last of the original blood sample. Professor Whitmore wanted me to send it to the university yesterday, but I didn’t make it there in time.”

Kelan sighed in relief. His blood wasn’t in some scientist’s hands.

“Thank God,” Reidar said as he opened the box and pulled out the single vial inside. “Thank you.” He stood and kissed Beth hard before disappearing into the bathroom.

Beth turned back to Kelan.

Please tell us you didn’t email the test results to anyone. Reidar checked for that, but it was difficult to know for sure that we got everything.

“No, I didn’t. I’d printed out one copy of my initial results, but Heidi kept those. I’m guessing you don’t reveal yourselves to many people.”

Never.

“How many of you are there in the world?”

We don’t know. We suspect there must be others outside our family, but who’s to say how many there are? It’s not something we advertise. Females of our kind are rare, so pure offspring from a mated pair are rarer still. And being that it takes two of us to produce children with a human woman, multiplying the species doesn’t come easy.

Kelan heard the water in the bathroom running and said to Reidar, Make sure you get it all. Don’t leave even a trace.

Don’t worry, brother, Reidar said, glancing at him in the reflection of the mirror. I’ve got it covered.

“What do you mean by it takes two?” Beth asked. “Is that why you all travel in pairs?”

Yes. Another bit of oddness in our genetic makeup. Axel and Gunnar mated with Dakota, and now babies are on the way.

Beth nibbled on her bottom lip and shoved her glasses up her nose. “Last night…” She licked her lips. “Last night you said, ‘Ours.’ Does that mean you think…that I’m…that we…Did we…”

Goose bumps skittered across his body, the familiar tingles erupting at the base of his spine. The shift rippled like an electric current from his core to his extremities. His vision spotted then blurred into a kaleidoscope of colorful starbursts, and then he was flesh again, kneeling at Beth’s feet.

She gasped, and he leaned up to kiss her, thrilled when she didn’t pull away. Her warm hands closed over his shoulders, and she sighed into his mouth as she surrendered.

“Beth,” he murmured, pulling back just a breath. “We haven’t mated, yet. We’d never do that without first revealing ourselves, but from the moment I woke up in that damn cage in your lab, I knew you were special.” He nuzzled her cheek, her neck, breathing in her glorious scent. “I can’t even explain it, because I don’t understand it. It’s why I risked talking to you back then, even in puma form.”

“You spoke to her?” Reidar asked, his surprise evident, but Kelan didn’t respond.

Her cheeks turned rosy. “Oh, right!” She chuckled. “You had me thinking I was turning into Dr.

Dolittle. I thought I was losing my mind.”

He grinned. “That’s a small price to pay for stealing my heart. I wasn’t looking for my mate-our mate. And I damn sure never expected her to shoot me in the ass when I did find her.”

She shoved his shoulder. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope.” He kissed the tip of her nose and removed her glasses, setting them aside. “You’re the one, Beth. Ours. If you can accept us.”

She dropped her head back and moaned as he kissed her neck, her shoulder, nipped at her tender flesh. “This is so…Kelan, I can’t think when you do that.”

“Don’t think. Feel. Can you love creatures like us?”

“Yes,” she said on a soft sigh as she wove her fingers in his hair.

He sat back on his heels, took her hands in his and waited for her to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed, and even in his human form he could scent her arousal.

Reidar was there again, at his side, on his knees. Beth looked back and forth between them, and then a slow smile spread over her plump lips. “Holy shit.”

Reidar chuckled. Kelan smiled. She took one of Reidar’s hands in hers, and in the other she held onto Kelan’s. “I do love you both. Which should feel weirder than it does. And I’m a little scared about all the implications.”

“We’re not going to rush you,” Reidar promised. “We understand this is a lot to take in.”

She nodded. “Yeah, that’s an understatement. And I still have a job to do this summer. I can’t spend the next two months in bed with you.” She grinned. “Though I’m sure I’d love it.”

“Hon,” Kelan said, rubbing his fingers over her bared thigh where her robe had fallen open, “we want you to do what makes you happy, and you obviously love your work. We just need it to not involve us.”

She nodded emphatically. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell Whitmore the blood got lost in the mail, or something. And the video…” She frowned at the computer sitting on the table next to her.

“Well, I’ll just say it wasn’t recording…or something.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Reidar said. “I’ll make sure it’s never seen. No one else has access to it, do they?”

She made a face. “Um, Tim knows how to log on to it. He set it up on my computer yesterday.”

“Move then, please?” Reidar said, standing up and pulling her to her feet.

She laughed nervously. “What are you—”

“Reidar can do just about anything with a computer,” Kelan said, climbing to his feet, still holding her hand.

Reidar sat in Beth’s vacated chair and started punching keys. “Crap. This is a really secure server. This could take a while.” He glanced at Kelan and said, Why don’t you take her to the shower?

Maybe prepare her for us. Tonight we take her all the way.

Kelan gave a slight nod and tugged her toward the bathroom.

“You two just talked to each other, didn’t you?” Beth asked, obediently following him.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Why couldn’t I hear you?”

“We can only project our thoughts to humans while in catamount form. As humans, our telepathy is limited to blood relations and only while within sight of one another.”

“Okay, then tell me…What’d you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.” Kelan pulled her into the bathroom, turned on the shower and slipped her robe off her shoulders.

“What’d he say then? What’re you doing?” She grabbed for the robe before it hit the floor.

“Drop it,” Kelan said, his tone serious.

Now that she said she loved them and proved it by letting them destroy the blood and the video of their crime, it was time to celebrate. He’d thank his brother later for giving him this bit of privacy.

Only his brother knew, could understand, what was in his head and heart. Possibly better than he could. Reidar knew, as he had before, that Kelan needed more reassurance, more proof, than Reidar did.

“Make me,” Beth said, her eyes sparkling with challenge and what he prayed was happiness.

With a growl, he spun her around and ripped the robe from her body, tossing it out of the bathroom. Then he slapped her on the ass hard enough to sting.

She yelped, started to turn toward him.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and popped her ass again. “That’s for taking a belt to me this morning.”

“Oh, God, I’m sorry,” she said on a moan when he massaged the reddening mark on her butt cheek.

“You’re forgiven…this time. But if you ever—”

“I won’t. I swear. I…ohhh…”

He nipped her earlobe, slid his fingers between her soft ass cheeks and skimmed her anus. “Has anyone been in here before?” he whispered in her ear.

She shook her head.

“I’m going to.”

She whimpered.

He lightly slapped her butt cheek again and stepped back. “Into the tub, woman.”

She scurried into the tub and watched him with expectation on her face as he stepped in and pulled the curtain closed.

Positioning himself between her and the warm spray, he said, “Turn around. Face the wall.”

She did.

“One leg up on the edge of the tub.” He showed her what he wanted by positioning her foot.

“Good. Now lean forward just slightly and brace your hands on the wall.” He guided her hands to shoulder height against the tiles and then ran his palms up her damp arms, down her wet sides, then around to cup her beautiful, bountiful breasts.

She hummed her approval and pressed against him when he rubbed his chest along her back. “Are you sure you’re…up to it?” she asked. “I thought a guy who had his nuts squeezed couldn’t…you know…for a while.”

He let go of her right breast and slapped her ass again, making her moan. The woman was so responsive, and she liked a little pain with her pleasure. The perfect woman for him and his brother.

“Another perk to being what we are,” he said. “We can take a lot without permanent injury. But that wasn’t a very nice thing you did.” His cock was already hard, a testament to his claim. It had hurt like a bitch but hadn’t lasted long.

“What are the other perks?” she asked, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.

He grinned, baring his teeth at her. “You’ll just have to learn those along the way.”

She laughed.

He reached between her legs and rubbed his fingers into her pussy, finding it slick already. The smile faded from her lips, her eyelids drifted shut, and when he rubbed her hard clit, her lips parted on an almost silent moan of pleasure.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

“Then fuck me,” she said, rocking her hips, rubbing her clit over his fingers.

“I will, hon. I will.” He slid his moistened fingers up to her ass and teased the puckered opening.

“You have to relax, though.” He massaged her breast with his other hand as he teased the tip of his finger into her.

She moaned and dropped her head forward.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered before he nipped gently at the side of her neck.

She shook her head. “Feels good.”

He nudged his finger in a bit more, and her muscles at first rebelled, then squeezed in acceptance, and she groaned her enjoyment.

He dropped his other hand from her breast to her mound, using his palm to massage her clit and his fingertips to thrum over her pussy lips.

“Oh, that’s good,” she said, rocking her hips again.

His finger slid into her to his second knuckle. She made a mewling sound that had his balls tightening. It took all of his strength to keep from taking her right then, but she was a virgin to this, and he would never hurt her.

After a few strokes in and out, he added his index finger and started the process over.

“Ahhh…Kelan…that’s so…”

“What, hon? Tell me.”

“I want more.”

He slid a third finger into her tight heat, and at the same time two fingers into her pussy, reaching for her G-spot.

“Oh God. Oh God. Oh…”

“Not yet, Beth,” he said stopping all motion, holding her still, his fingers buried inside of her.

“Please,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”

“Shh.”

She was so close. Her inner muscles, both front and back, pulsed around his fingers. A few more moves and she’d come. He wanted to be inside of her when she did. Gently, he withdrew from her ass, and she whimpered at the loss. He lined up his cock and slowly, painfully slowly, he eased the tip inside of her.

She sucked in a breath…and held it.

“Breathe,” he growled in her ear. “Don’t tense up on me now. Just breathe and relax. Let me in.”

She blew out the breath and rocked back against him, taking a bit more of him in. “I can’t…This is…”

“At your pace,” he said, gritting his teeth against the urge to take her deep and hard. “Take me in.”

She rocked back again and again, each time taking him just a fraction deeper. Her cunt creamed against his hand, proving her enjoyment outweighed the pain. She moaned. She whimpered. She sighed. And then she jerked hard, and he was inside of her. All of him, and she cried out.

“Fuck,” he gasped.

“Yes. Fuck me. Please!”

And so he did. He started at a slow pace, but it wasn’t long until she met his thrusts with her own, crying out as he slammed into her. He bent her over until she grabbed the back edge of the tub, and then he rubbed her sexy ass as he watched his cock disappear again and again into her body. Her moans encouraged him to thrust deeper, faster.

He wanted to mark her now, but Reidar would castrate him if he did. Still, the idea of claiming his mate was more than he could take. When he knew he couldn’t last another second, he pinched her clit and nipped her on the nape—not hard enough to mark her, but enough to give her the hint of pain she enjoyed with the pleasure.

She screamed, and her inner muscles tightened on him until he thought he’d die. He came with a shout and fell to his knees, taking her down with him.

She wilted against him, her body limp, still impaled on his cock. “Oh…I never…”

He kissed her neck. “Wait until you have both of us inside you.”

“I don’t think I’ll survive.”

“We know CPR.”

She chuckled. His softening dick slowly slid from her body, causing them both to moan. But then she turned in his arms, wrapped her own around his neck, and kissed him hard.

“I want to know all your secrets,” she said when she pulled back and looked him in the eye.

“And we’ll tell you someday. All of them. I promise. You already know the biggest one of all.”

She grinned and caressed his face. “Thank you for trusting me.”

He dipped forward to kiss her again.

“Come on, you two. It’s getting late,” Reidar said.

Kelan got to his feet and helped Beth quickly wash. As he knew he would be, Reidar stood on the other side of the curtain when Kelan pulled it back, a thick towel in his hands, held out for Beth to walk into. He wrapped her in it and used a second to dry her hair. She smiled at Reidar and then rested her head on his shoulder as he dried her back.

“I do love you,” she said, reaching out to place her palm over his heart. “Both of you.”

“Good.” Reidar kissed the tip of her nose, probably because he feared a real kiss would lead to more. When she lowered her hand to rub her palm against the bulge in his jeans, he gripped her wrist and stared at her with passionate promise in his gaze. “We love you too, but as much as I want to let you continue, I can’t. It’s time for all of us to make appearances at our respective jobs. Do you know what you’re going to tell your boss?”

She made a face and stepped out of his arms. “Yeah. I do. I don’t really have to answer for the blood test yet, since it’ll be at least a couple of days before he hears it hasn’t gotten to the university.

As far as he knows, I mailed it, and I’ll swear to that.” She took the second towel from Reidar and rubbed it over her hair as she moved past him into the bedroom. “You got the video deleted?”

“I deleted the hour block that we were in, copied one of the other hours into its place, and renamed it to match the deleted file. I did what I could with the time stamping, but if anyone digs too deep, they’ll figure out it isn’t exactly right. I can work on it again tonight when I’ve got more time.

I’d like to get the manipulation right so it can’t be traced back to a fake.”

Kelan, toweling his own hair, followed them out of the bathroom.

“That’s fine,” Beth said. “I don’t think Tim has the ability to dig too deep into computer stuff.”

She bent over the open suitcase by the wall, baring her ass very nicely to Kelan and Reidar’s view.

“And I’m not sure Whitmore would bother, if I tell…” She stood up straight and turned with a frown.

“When he called this morning, he as much as accused me or Tim of being the ones to destroy the computer files.”

“Shit, sweetheart,” Reidar said.

“He didn’t come right out and say it, but I could tell he thought it was possible.” She waved her hand in the air and dropped the towel from around her middle to pull on a rather shapeless sports bra.

“I’ll just convince him otherwise. In fact, what I’ll do today is tell him I’ve spoken with you, and you have agreed to try and help convince the others to allow me access to Falke so that I can obtain another sample.”

“Uh, Beth…”

She cut off Reidar. “No, just listen. You’re wilderness guides, right?”

“Yes.”

“And cougars. You could track another quicker than any of us could. What if you guys took Heidi out to get another sample, one we could pass off as Falke’s? I could swear I took it from Falke, and when the results come back differently…”

Both brothers smiled.

“With the data gone, there’s no DNA for comparison. He’d have to conclude that the original sample I took was contaminated. What else could account for the anomalies?”

She bent to put on her underwear. Kelan was entranced by her smooth motions, and the fact that she wasn’t the least bit shy around either of them. She was sexy as hell. And brilliant too.

Fuck, I love her, he said silently to Reidar.

Gorgeous, isn’t she? Reidar adjusted himself in his jeans while Beth was distracted buttoning up a sleeveless blouse. You owe me one. Listening to her with you…

She pulled on a pair of khaki shorts then moved to sit in the chair to put on her socks. “Of course, with Falke’s sample in hand, he’ll probably want to move on to the next spot on the grid. That means I won’t see you guys for a while. The next base camp on the map is fifty miles north of here.”

“What?” Kelan demanded, her words pulling him out of his reverie.

“I told you I had work to do this summer. We’re going to be moving from place to place for two months.” She laced up her hiking boots with quick efficiency while Kelan rushed into his pants. Then she stood, put on her glasses and started packing her laptop into its case.

He knew she had a job and didn’t want to stop her from doing it, but the thought of not seeing her damn near ripped his guts out.

She slung the strap over her shoulder and picked up her purse before coming up to him, going on tiptoe and brushing a kiss over his lips. “It’s not forever, just the summer.”

“And then you’re back in Seattle.” His heart clenched. He didn’t want to move to Seattle. But if Axel and Gunnar had been willing to move to Vegas for Dakota, they couldn’t fault him and Reidar for following their soon-to-be mate to Seattle. At least it was in the same state. Only a few hours’ drive from Leavenworth. They could come back on the weekends.

She ducked her head for a moment then smiled up at him. “After this summer, all I have left is to complete my dissertation. I’m finished with everything else I need to do, and there’s no rule that says I must work on it within the confines of the university’s campus.”

“What does that mean?” Reidar asked, pulling her attention away from Kelan.

“That means,” she said hesitantly, “that if you think—if you want me—if this is really happening…Hell.” She shoved her glasses up her nose. “It means if you want me to, I could maybe move to Leavenworth for a while.”

Relief flowed through Kelan, and Reidar grabbed Beth and kissed her hard. “We want. Definitely want. Need.” He kissed her again until she laughed and pushed him away.

“Okay. Make sure the door locks when you leave.” She gave Kelan another quick kiss and touched his cheek. “You are such a contradiction.” With that, she headed out the door.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kelan demanded as he pulled on his shirt.

Beth’s laughter could be heard as the door swung shut behind her.

“What’s that mean?” he asked his brother, who was pulling on his socks.

Reidar shrugged. “How the hell would I know what a woman means?” Then he grinned. “But she’s ours, on our side, and loves us.”

“Fuck yeah.” Everything would be fine.

“Now we just have to tell our big brother we fell for the trigger-happy scientist.”

“Fuck…”

“Yeah.”

Chapter Eleven

Kelan…Beth smiled as she drove to the lab. Slowly, because she just couldn’t rush this morning.

She’d wanted to stay and savor the moment. The day. The miracle that had been given her. Reidar…

Not just what they were, but that they loved her as much as she loved them. They loved her enough to entrust her with their biggest secret for safekeeping.

Her heart melted into a gooey puddle in her chest every time she remembered Kelan, sitting at her feet as a huge, beautiful cougar but looking at her with eyes as intelligent as her own. Eyes full of trust and love. He’d been so gentle, so tender in his explanation, and then so hard and demanding in the shower. She grinned as a tingle raced down her arms at the memory.

Reidar she adored for his softer side. He liked to cuddle, hold hands. He had an inherent tenderness about him that made her want to snuggle. Only in that brief moment when he wouldn’t let her call the police had he frightened her, but she realized now he’d acted out of his own fear, not anger. He wasn’t truly a threat to her, only to her heart. His smile alone could make her heart palpitate.

Kelan…She could spend the next eighty years with him and probably never know what his next move would be. Sweet and gentle or unmovable like granite. His eyes went from tender and loving to brittle with demand in an instant.

Oh, did that ever turn her on.

No wonder the men had such strong animal magnetism. They took having a wild side to a whole other level.

Almost giddy with excitement, she squealed and then laughed at herself. Whoever would’ve thought it? Beth “Bookworm” Coldwell had two men—two shape-shifting catamount men—who rocked her world.

She grinned as she turned onto the short gravel road and saw the big, white University of Washington trailer sitting in the middle of the clearing. She parked, turned off the Jeep and grabbed her laptop and purse. Schooling her features, hoping she didn’t look like a woman who’d been well and truly fucked, she walked up the steps and reached for the doorknob.

A mountain lion yowl had her pausing only an instant before she shoved the door open. In the cage was a big, angry puma. It hissed, yowled, growled and paced the small confines. And when it saw her, it got louder and took a swipe at her through the bars, missing by more than a foot.

“About damn time you showed up, Elizabeth,” Professor Whitmore said, anger in his tone. “Did you find out who broke in here?”

When she turned toward the desk where Whitmore sat, she saw one of the Falke collars sitting in front of a monitor, and her gut clenched. She glanced at the furious cougar again, then back to Whitmore.

“Well?” The professor’s agitation was obvious.

“Uh…no. No, I didn’t.” She shut the door and forced her voice into casual conversation, but raised it enough to be heard over the growling, spitting cougar. “You captured another cougar. Where was this one?”

Whitmore scowled at her as she approached the desk and ignored her question. “You didn’t find out who did it? It’s been hours since I called you.”

She laid her laptop case on the desk and unzipped it. “Yes, sir. I had to check all the video, hours of it. I’m sorry. But I found nothing.” She pulled the laptop out and opened it. “Are you sure the files weren’t corrupted or something?”

“Don’t be an idiot. One file, maybe, but five files don’t just vanish. Besides, I found evidence of a shredder program being run to record over the data with fucking gibberish. It’s irretrievable, and that doesn’t happen by accident. I told you that.” He grabbed the laptop and turned it toward him. “Show me the video.”

She reached over and clicked on the LabCam icon, hoping Reidar had been more careful this time in covering his tracks. She hadn’t realized the professor knew much about computer software. “Um… there’s every hour since Tim installed the software.”

She glanced at the cat, who now batted at the door latch, and she realized Professor Whitmore hadn’t used the padlock Tim purchased for the cage. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. I’ll get you out.

He didn’t seem to hear her though. Could they hear thoughts? She hadn’t asked. She could hear theirs, when they wanted her to, but did it go the other way? Wouldn’t they know more about what was in her head if they did?

Professor Whitmore stared at the computer, clicking through the files. Beth opened her desk drawer and pulled out a Sharpie and a yellow legal pad she used to take notes. “So,” she said to Whitmore as she moved a bit behind him and uncapped the marker. “What are the plans for today?”

Still watching the computer screen, Whitmore said, “We’re moving the lab. You and Tim will start the fieldwork in that northern section of the forest.”

As he spoke, she wrote in huge letters, I’ll get you out.

“Okay. Why are we moving the lab so soon?” she asked, and held the notepad behind her back so the cat could see it. When a growl ended with an uptick that almost sounded like a question mark, she gave a silent sigh of relief. This truly was a Falke brother.

Then it hissed.

“We have this cat from here. We need to move.” He still gazed intently at the computer screen.

She wrote, Trust me. Your name? And held it behind her back again.

“When did you get this cougar? He looks an awful lot like the Falke brothers’ pet.”

Sindre. My name’s Sindre, and you’ve got to get out of here. Get help!

“It is,” Whitmore said.

“Have you taken his blood yet?” She scribbled as she spoke, You’ll be okay. I’ll take care-“What are you doing?”

She looked up from writing to see Whitmore staring at her. “Nothing.” She flipped the page and began writing again. “Just taking notes on what needs to be done today. We’ll have to check out of the hotel. Give the key to the gate here back to the forestry department—” Whitmore snatched the legal pad from her hand and flipped back. “What the hell?”

She backed toward the door.

Run! Get out now. Sindre’s warning was loud enough to make her flinch.

Whitmore lunged out of the chair and grasped her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She shook her head. She didn’t know what to say. “Ow, Professor. You’re hurting me.” His grip loosened, but her attempt to twist free failed. “What’s gotten into you?”

He still held the notepad in one hand and was staring at what she’d written. “Do you think that cat can read?”

She shook her head even harder. “That’s insane, Professor. Cats can’t read.”

He pulled her toward the desk and shoved her into a chair. “Then explain this.”

Her face heated as she read the last words she’d written for the cougar. “Look, I was just doodling.”

“That’s not doodling.”

“It’s starting lines.”

“What?”

Trying to think fast, she rolled her eyes and said, “I’ve been toying with an idea I have to write this…um…fictional story, you know, inspired by some of the things I’ve seen in this forest. I knew you wouldn’t understand, so I lied—about taking notes, I mean.”

“And you expect me to believe that?”

“You expect me to believe that you honestly think an animal can read?”

Then she wondered why she was afraid of the professor. He was angry, yes, but he’d never truly harm her. He was a professional scientist. Perhaps offense was the best defense.

She stood and snatched up the Falke collar from the desk. “Now I want to know what you are going to do with that cat. I thought we were in this together. You gave me the assignment to regain access to Falke, but here he is.”

“Your efforts were taking too long.”

“Are you trying to oust me from this project? Did you forget that I found the cat first, that I shared the results with you? Me. Why would I jeopardize the project?”

For a split second he studied her face as if he believed her outburst, but then his eyes narrowed.

“You know more than you’re telling.” He held the notebook up as evidence.

She cast a glance at the cat that had started to growl again. “You didn’t answer my questions.

Where’d you get him?”

Whitmore’s laugh sounded a little off, strained. “People shouldn’t let their pets walk around free.

I got him the same way you did.”

He shot me with the tranquilizer right outside the store. Drugged me. I woke up here. What the hell is going on? Whose side are you on?

She glanced at Sindre again, then back at the professor. “So, take his blood and let him go. We can conduct the tests again, regain the evidence we lost and move on. Why have me waste time going through surveillance footage if you already had the cat?”

“Because there’s a saboteur here, and I want to know who.”

“Fine, but why keep the cat? All we need are some blood samples.”

You fucking bitch! She winced at the volume behind the puma’s rage.

“He belongs to someone. We should let it go. He’ll find his way home. The brothers told me he always does.”

“Are you kidding?” Whitmore said. “You think the damn thing can read. And don’t try to convince me otherwise. You’re a terrible liar, Elizabeth. We already know his blood has anomalies enough to change the way people think about evolution. Don’t you see? He’s the fucking missing link!” His face flushed red, and beads of spittle flew from his mouth when he shouted that last statement.

Now she was scared. Terrified. Whitmore was losing it.

“An animal with human patterns of DNA…”

“Professor,” she said, backing up a step. “I spoke with two of the brothers last night. They agreed to give me access to the cat.”

Sindre hissed, attracting the professor’s attention. She also glanced at the cat and gave a tiny shake of her head, then looked back toward Whitmore who watched the aggressive, caged cat.

“They said I could take the blood sample, so if we just take a vial and let it go, there’s no harm done, no reason to move the lab. But they swear there’s nothing different about his blood than any other cougar. He was born in captivity, but he’s as normal as any of the wild ones in the Wenatchee.”

“You’re lying.” Whitmore glared at her again. “I’m not stupid. They wouldn’t let you near him before, and now they’re willing? What changed their minds? I wonder.”

Seeing the look in his eyes, she chose to keep tight-lipped rather than answer that question.

“You’re a liar, Elizabeth Coldwell, and a damned fool. And if I discover that you’re the one behind all of this sabotage, which I suspect you are, I’ll make damn sure you never get your doctorate.

Never!”

He’s psycho, Sindre told her. You need to get the fuck out of here.

Beth swallowed hard. “I’m not lying. Look. Here.” She reached into her pocket to pull out her cell phone. “We’ll call them right now. Kelan Falke. He said I could have what I needed for the tests.

Call him. Ask him. Wouldn’t it be better to have their cooperation than face legal ramifications for stealing their property? It could jeopardize the entire study.”

Professor Whitmore snatched her phone from her hand. “No one ever owns what is inherently wild. Besides it’d be their word against mine. I don’t need their permission anymore. Not when I have the cat. As soon as Tim gets his ass back here, we’re leaving, and once news of this discovery breaks, their claims will be seen as nothing more than small-town yokels trying to get rich off my hard work.”

He gave voice to her worst nightmare. The Falkes would be unable to lay public claim to the cat.

To do so would bring too much media scrutiny to their family, and they couldn’t risk that with babies on the way. Trying to fight the battle through legal means would take too long, be too drawn out. And all the while testing would continue. Tears stung her eyes as she thought of what Sindre might have to endure if she failed to help him escape.

The professor turned partially and looked at the cat, and his face broke into a huge smile. “He’s a beauty, isn’t he? I can’t wait to open him up and see what makes him tick.”

Beth’s breathing damn near stopped.

Get out now! He’s gonna kill me if you don’t get help. Is that what you want?

She dashed for the door, but Whitmore caught her around the waist.

“No,” she cried out.

The cougar in the cage yowled and hissed.

“Where are you going, Elizabeth?”

“Let…go!” She struggled against his grip. Just as she’d almost broken free, he grabbed her hair and jerked her head backward. “Ah-oww!”

For a middle-aged fat guy, he was damn strong.

“You’re not going anywhere. I’m not going to let you run to your lover and tattle. This cat is headed straight back to the university. And if you don’t like it, then I guess I’ll have to—oomph!”

Beth elbowed him in the gut, but it wasn’t enough to make him release her. In fact, if anything it pissed him off, and he jerked her back to the desk using her hair and shoved her into the chair again.

Tears burned her eyes from the pain in her head. Strands of her hair dangled from his fingers as he opened the bottom drawer on a cabinet.

“You can’t kill that cat,” she cried when he came up with a vial of potassium chloride.

“Who said this was for the cat?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, she heard from Sindre. I have to change. He’ll kill us both if I don’t get out of here and stop him.

“No,” she screamed at Falke as she jumped up and tried shoving Whitmore out of the way. If she could just knock him off balance and make it to the door, she was sure she could outrun him.

Whitmore cursed when he dropped the vial in his effort to prevent her second dash at freedom.

“Don’t do that,” she shouted at the cat. If Sindre changed and stopped Whitmore, the family secret would surely be out. They damn sure didn’t need to let Whitmore witness more than what he already knew. Right now, all he had was speculation and conjecture. She wanted to keep it that way.

This man wasn’t going to keep anyone’s secret. Not if he would steal a pet and threaten to kill her over it.

Whitmore obviously thought she was talking to him and laughed, even as he seized her by the damn hair again and stopped her dead in her tracks.

She twisted around, grabbed her own hair at her skull and tried ripping it from his grip, but he had too much, too big of a handful. She couldn’t break free, no matter how hard she tugged. And then he slapped her in the face hard enough to snap her head back, and she cried out as stars danced in front of her eyes.

Got it, she heard Sindre say, but didn’t understand what he meant until her eyes cleared and she saw him paw at the vial that must’ve been kicked near the cage during their struggle.

“Sit down, Elizabeth,” Whitmore said in a too-calm voice. “Be a good little student.”

Her stomach heaved, and her breaths came out in short pants, but he gave her no choice. He forced her to sit hard.

“Good girl. Try that again, and I’ll have no alternative but to hurt you.”

He already had, she thought as he retrieved a roll of duct tape from another drawer.

“I’m not sure why my ace student has decided that it’s more important to have sex than to complete the tasks I laid out for her, but she has.”

“I don’t—” She blinked. “What did you say?”

“You think I don’t know where your allegiances lie? My room is right next to yours, Elizabeth, and I wasn’t born yesterday. I know what a woman in the throes of an orgasm sounds like.” He ripped the tape with his teeth, grabbed her wrists and reached around her, his body inches from her face, as he wound the tape around her wrists.

“It even sounded like there were two men in your room last night.” He gave her a smile that was more sneer than comforting. “The walls are very thin.”

She thought she might throw up. She figured sitting silently and letting him tie her up was the best course. If she was quiet and not a threat, maybe he wouldn’t kill her. So long as she was still breathing, there was hope. She couldn’t help anyone if she were dead. The potassium chloride was standard in any lab, used for a variety of tasks. But one syringe would drop her, or Sindre, like a ton of bricks. Stone cold dead. Chances were Whitmore needed more tests on a live cat before he actually killed Sindre, so there was time.

She watched Sindre cover the vial, now inside his cage, with his big paw. It would help buy some time, but not much. Whitmore wouldn’t reach into the cage for it, but he could always tranquilize the cat again to search the cage.

Sindre’s family would know if he were missing. Right? She wanted to ask, but Whitmore was wrapping the tape around her body, anchoring her to the chair. She glanced at Sindre who lay staring at her. If a cougar could look worried, he certainly succeeded.

She tried to convince herself that Whitmore wouldn’t really kill her. How would he explain her death? Or her disappearance if he dumped her body? Tim wouldn’t help Whitmore, would he?

Never in her life had she been so terrified, and she couldn’t stop the tears that trickled from her eyes. How had she worked with this man for six years, studied under him, and never seen this side of him? He’d always been a little hard edged, but this was all wrong. He’d go to jail for this.

Torsten should be looking for me, Sindre said to her. I was supposed to be right behind him, and that had to be a couple of hours ago. If I shift, we-When Whitmore moved behind her, she mouthed silently to Sindre, Don’t change. Then said aloud, “Please don’t,” looking into the cat’s eyes.

“You leave me no choice,” the professor said.

The cat grew quiet, but his tail flicked in agitation as he watched Whitmore’s every move.

What else can I do? I can’t sit here and watch him kill you.

A tear fell, but again she mouthed, No, please. Don’t shift.

Whitmore came back in front of her and stood looking down at her. He shook his head and made a face of disgust. “I had hopes for you, Elizabeth. You disappoint me.”

“I’m sorry, Professor Whitmore,” she said, trying to stem the tears. “But don’t you see what you’re doing is wrong? It’ll destroy everything you hope to accomplish with this research.”

“Shut up.” He shook his head and ripped off another piece of tape. “You’re wrong, but I haven’t the time to waste dealing with your insubordination.” He sighed. “What the hell am I supposed to do with you now?” He pressed the tape over her mouth, then sat in the other office chair, turned her laptop to face him and went back to studying the video.

She closed her eyes and tried to calm her rapid heartbeats. They’d come after Sindre. His family would rescue him. They had to. She looked at Sindre through her watery eyes.

Or Tim. Tim would be back. Whitmore said they’d move as soon as Tim returned. He must be in the forest, because the ATV wasn’t in the trailer, and she hadn’t seen it outside when she drove up.

When Tim got back, he’d call the police.

If I change, I can get us out of here, Sindre said.

She furiously shook her head. It could be a disaster. It would be a disaster for the Falke family if Whitmore learned what she had that morning.

The professor glanced up from the computer. “What?”

She shook her head again, this time at Whitmore.

He made a face then turned back to the laptop.

Sindre sat on his haunches and stared through the thick wire cage. I don’t know what to do. I think someone will come for me, but…

Her heart ached for Sindre. He was younger than Kelan and Reidar, and probably had never been in this kind of trouble. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was. How this was all her fault for capturing Kelan the first time.

She dropped her head forward and couldn’t stop the tears. Please, Kelan. Reidar. Come for us.

Your brother needs you. I need you.

Chapter Twelve

“I think we need to think about moving into the extra apartment above the store,” Reidar said as they walked toward Catamount Outfitters.

Kelan cast him a glance. “Why?”

“Well, for one, we wouldn’t have had to drive out to our dads’ place to pick up uniforms.”

Kelan nodded. “True.”

“Get ready to hear Axel’s wrath for being late,” Reidar warned good-naturedly.

When they reached the store’s front door, however, it was locked. The Closed sign was still in place.

“What the hell?” Kelan peered in through the glass. “Something’s not right.”

“Let’s check around back.”

Before they turned the corner into the dead-end alley, chaos was evident in the form of Torsten’s frantic tirade. “I don’t know, damn it! I told you everything.”

This isn’t good, Kelan told Reidar who saw Axel raise his gaze and spot them in that same instant.

“You’re late,” Axel snapped. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Hey, chill, Ax,” Kelan said. “We’ve been dealing with our problem.”

“The hell you have!”

Dakota touched Axel’s arm. “Let’s focus on Sindre, okay?”

“What’s wrong with Sindre?” Reidar asked as he and Kelan walked deeper into the alley. Gunnar was in puma form, sniffing around the ground. Axel looked angrier than he’d ever been before. Not even his mate’s touch seemed to have any effect. But it was Torsten’s expression that put a frown on Reidar’s face. “Tor?”

“Sindre’s been kidnapped.”

“What?” Kelan echoed the shock Reidar felt.

“It’s that damn bitch scientist,” Axel accused, forcing Reidar to grab Kelan’s arm to keep him from advancing on the family’s alpha.

But a hand on the arm couldn’t curb Kelan’s tongue. “Watch your goddamned mouth.”

“She didn’t do this,” Reidar said, keeping a firm grip on Kelan’s forearm.

I have to agree with Reidar, Ax, Gunnar told the group. I can’t pick up any scent of the woman, just one other person. A man, a stranger I’ve never smelled before. And see the drag marks? Whoever took Sindre dragged him from the base of the fire escape and lifted him into a vehicle. That little woman couldn’t have done that.

“See?” Kelan said with equal anger toward Axel.

Reidar knew Kelan was acting on instinct, protecting his mate, even though they’d yet to claim her, but Axel didn’t know that, and emotional outbursts wouldn’t do anyone any good right now. It damn sure wouldn’t help them find Sindre.

“Maybe she stayed in the vehicle,” Axel said, glancing at Gunnar who continued to sniff around an area that showed two tracks of burned rubber. Someone had peeled out of the alley in a hurry. “Got the other guy to help her. We all know she’s not here working alone.”

“I’m telling you it wasn’t her.” Kelan spoke through gritted teeth, and Reidar tightened his grip on his brother’s arm. It spoke volumes that Kelan didn’t try to yank free.

Axel glared at them, an expression the polar opposite of the worry in Dakota’s caring eyes. She stood with one hand on Axel’s arm, her other splayed protectively over a growing belly.

“It’s her,” Axel insisted. “You’re just too fucking blind to look at this objectively.”

“How can you be so sure?” Torsten asked, his gaze locked on Kelan instead of Axel.

“I just know.” Kelan refused to say more.

Torsten shook his head. “That’s not good enough.”

Reidar dared another glance at Torsten and spoke softly. “Because we were with her this morning.” Kelan stiffened beside him. Reidar looked back at Axel and Gunnar who now sat next to him, still in puma form. “We spent last night, all night, in her hotel room and in her bed, right up until about twenty minutes ago.”

“Goddamn it!” Axel pulled away from his mate and spun with both hands diving into his hair out of obvious frustration. “You tell us you’re going to deal with the threat to our family, and that’s the way you two decide to do it?” He turned back to point at them again. “Did it never dawn on you two dolts that she could be using you? Keeping you occupied while her cohorts kidnapped Falke?”

“You don’t know a—”

“Kelan,” Reidar said, stopping his emotional brother in midyell. “Arguing over this is not going to get Sindre back any sooner.”

I agree, Gunnar said. Whether or not the woman is involved is a matter to debate later. We need to find Sindre.

“I agree too,” Torsten said, standing up from where he’d been sitting on the back fire escape.

“Okay,” Reidar said, looking at him. “Fill us in. What happened?”

Torsten’s troubled gaze met his, and Reidar could sense the stress this was putting on his little brother. “Look, all I know is he wanted to take a quick shower before he shifted to Falke for the day, so I headed down before him to open up. He was supposed to follow soon after, and I left the back door ajar for him, but he never showed.”

“Okay. Did you see anything?” Torsten shook his head, but Reidar continued the interrogation.

The others might have heard it all already, but he and Kelan needed the details. “What about noises?

Did you hear anything?”

“Just some tires squeal.”

“When was that?”

“About five minutes after I opened up, but I had a customer at the counter. I didn’t get a chance to look outside.” Torsten was visibly torn with guilt, but Reidar tried his best to soothe the pain.

“It’s not your fault.”

“No, it’s mine,” Kelan said, making Reidar and everyone else look at him. He took a second to look at each person and cat. “It’s not Beth, but if it is someone she’s working with, then we’ll stop them and get Sindre back. We know where they are, but we have to move fast.”

“I’m coming with you,” Torsten said, stepping closer.

“No,” Axel said, putting the full weight of his alpha position behind that one word. “You’re going to get Heidi and go to Dads’ and stay with them until all of this is resolved. They need to be protected too in case this is something more than I think it is. These people might not settle for one cat.” He looked down at Gunnar and then up at him and Kelan. “I’m going to go with you.”

No, Gunnar said at the same instant that Dakota grabbed Axel’s arm again. He placed his hand over hers.

“It’s final. They obviously can’t handle this situation on their own.”

That statement made Kelan and Reidar bristle, but for once Kelan made the wise choice and let someone else do the fighting.

Without raising his voice, Reidar said, “You have to think of Dakota, Ax. You have babies to worry about.”

“Don’t you think that’s what I’m doing?”

“You’d put Dakota through the stress of worrying about you? While she’s carrying your children?”

I’ll go. Gunnar stood up on all four massive paws.

“Like that’s gonna make it any better for Dakota,” Kelan said softly.

“None of this is going to make me feel better,” Dakota said, showing some of the spunk that won the hearts of two Falke men. “Not until Sindre’s back and everyone is safe again. Everyone! So stop all of this damn bickering and go find him.”

“Amen,” Torsten said, giving her a smile.

I’ll go, Gunnar repeated. You may be the family alpha, Ax, but none of you will succeed if you’re at each other’s throats and too busy arguing over this.

After a brief hesitation, Axel nodded, and Gunnar told Kelan, Get me some clothes. Reidar, bring your truck around back.

“Torsten can go get Heidi while Dakota and I lock things up here,” Axel said. “We’ll all meet at Dads’ place.”

Okay.

Reidar nodded and headed back down the alley, but before he turned the corner, he heard Axel tell Kelan, “Finish this.”

“So, now that we’re all dressed like trees, what’s the plan?” Gunnar wanted to know.

They’d changed into camouflage apparel taken from the store’s racks. But Kelan appreciated Gunnar’s willingness to let them take the lead. Axel wouldn’t have done that, but it was best if they worked together. And Kelan and Reidar knew more than all the rest combined. Where the lab was, what it looked like both inside and out. What Beth’s lab partner looked like. And they both were certain that Beth was not involved in this latest incident, but if her lab partner was to blame for Sindre’s kidnapping, that meant she might’ve walked into trouble after leaving them at the hotel.

Kelan continued to stare out the windshield as Reidar weaved his four-wheel drive pickup through the underbrush along the ATV track they’d gone up the day before.

“Sneak in, confirm Sindre is even there, and then rescue him,” Reidar said before glancing at Gunnar and then back to the trail. “You know, he might already have gotten away. I mean, if they leave him alone, he could do what Kelan did and get himself out of this mess.”

“I hope you’re right,” Gunnar said, “but if not…”

It was the not that worried Kelan and kept him silent. He’d tried to call Beth on her cell phone twice already, but she hadn’t answered. His gut told him something was seriously wrong. His fingers curled into tight fists.

When Reidar pulled to a stop at the fence, Kelan was the first to leap from the truck.

“Okay,” he whispered, thinking there was too damn much daylight. “The forestry’s base camp is about a hundred yards west of here, over that fence. We’re going to have to shift to get over it and then change back. We don’t know if they’re at the mobile lab or out scouting the area. Let’s keep it quiet.”

Reidar and Gunnar nodded, both stripping as fast as possible. Reidar was the first over the fence and kept a lookout, with Gunnar following next. Kelan tossed all of their clothes over the fence, shifted and made the leap over while Reidar dressed and Gunnar watched for trouble. Soon, with all three fully dressed in camo once more, Kelan’s brothers fanned out a few feet to either side of him, and they began their trek through the woods to the base camp.

Kelan felt as if he didn’t breathe again until he was close enough to see the lab was still where they’d left it the night before. And there was Beth’s Jeep. He took a second to close his eyes and fill his lungs with fresh air, which he let go with a sigh.

The vehicle’s presence at the base camp didn’t explain why Beth wasn’t answering her phone, and until that mystery was solved, he wouldn’t be able to breathe without the ache in his chest.

He and his brothers ducked down a few feet inside the tree line that surrounded the base camp when the sound of a revved motor echoed through the forest. Seconds later, a man he recognized as Tim came barreling out of the brush and onto the dirt drive, throwing a dust plume into the air as he whipped the ATV into a turn and pulled up to the back of the trailer.

Who’s that? Gunnar asked.

Kelan answered, Tim. He’s another student who’s working on the field project with Beth.

Kelan watched as a second man, the older, heavier one they’d seen last night with Tim, stepped from the side of the trailer, shutting the door behind him.

The professor, Reidar suggested, and Kelan concurred. But where was Beth? The professor met Tim at the end of the trailer as the younger man lined up the ATV to a pair of ramps. From the brothers’ vantage point, Kelan had a clear view of the trailer’s back doors, but they were closed, so he couldn’t see if Beth and Sindre were inside. And unfortunately, without a sight line to Sindre, they couldn’t communicate telepathically.

But Kelan was close enough, hidden in the heavy overgrowth that lined the clearing, to hear the conversation between the two scientists.

“I’ll put up the ATV,” the professor said as he grabbed onto the handlebar. “You go around and hook the trailer to the truck. We need to head back to the university.”

“Why? I thought we were staying here ’til the end of next week.”

The professor frowned. Apparently he didn’t like being questioned. “Plans have changed. There’s some more equipment that’s come in, and I want it installed in the lab. Plus I need to get back to the campus lab where I can do more in-depth tests on some of the research Beth started. After you drop me off, and the equipment’s installed, you can go back to the northernmost point on the map that she marked and begin gathering other samples from the wildlife up there.”

“Oh, okay. Where is Beth? I wanted to tell her—”

“She’s not here.” The professor sat on the ATV and revved the engine once.

A confused look crossed Tim’s features. “But her Jeep’s over there.”

“She rode into town with a ranger who stopped by earlier to check on us. I sent her back with him to check all of us out of the hotel and arrange for someone to drive my truck back to Seattle. She’ll meet you in Chelan tomorrow evening. Now get moving. I want to meet with Professor Sayers as soon as possible.”

“Yes, sir,” Tim said, but Kelan could tell the professor’s explanations made no sense to him from the confused expression on his face.

At least good ol’ Timmy wasn’t involved in whatever was going on.

Something’s wrong, Reidar said telepathically. Beth would’ve called or told us if there’d been a change of plans. The concern was evident in his tone, even though the words weren’t spoken aloud.

I know, brother. We’ll find her. Just stay put. We’ll figure something out.

You think she might be in trouble too? Gunnar asked.

Yes. She was supposed to come here this morning and convince the professor that she’d talked us into letting her have another sample of Falke’s blood.

What?

Kelan winced at Gunnar’s reaction, the volume pounding at his brain. It was a ruse! We were going to find another cougar, a non-shape-shifter, and pass off a sample of its blood as Falke’s. We could’ve used it to convince him that the originals were tainted.

The professor got off the ATV, but waited for Tim to climb into the semi and crank the engine before he unlatched the double doors in the back of the trailer and shoved them open. The sight revealed had Kelan and his brothers cursing.

Their telepathic reaction reached the puma locked inside the cage, and it let out a terrifying scream only partially drowned out by the noise of the big rig and the revving ATV being maneuvered into the trailer.

Beth tried to shout despite the duct tape over her lips. Her heart pounded a furious beat against her breastbone, and her skin prickled. The damn puma scream was enough to scare a woman half to death.

They’re here, Sindre told her.

She widened her eyes at him and continued to struggle with the tape on her wrists. If she could just get loose…

Sindre was on all fours, pacing.

“Mmmm!” She eyed the vial as it rolled around inside the cage, but the cat wasn’t listening, at least not to her.

Kelan says to stay calm. They’re going to get us out.

“Mmm-mmm…” She rolled her eyes. Yes, she knew all of that, but he needed to stop freaking moving around before he knocked the vial out of the cage. She heard the semi start up.

He says he and Reidar are here. And Gunnar too.

She closed her eyes, burning with fresh tears. Hurry.

The ATV shot into the rear of the trailer with the professor on it. He killed the engine, got off and leaped back outside to put away the ramps and shut the doors.

Beth used her feet to roll her chair over to the cage and kick it.

What? Finally, Sindre looked at her, and she looked down at the vial, which was now at the edge of the cage. Oh. He started to reach for it, but missed when the trailer was jolted from the outside. Her wide eyes met the cat’s gaze.

The semi…Tim was hooking up. They were going to move out.

The puma pawed at the vial again and covered it up as she pushed away from the cage and rolled back across the space a mere second before the side door opened and the professor stepped inside.

This was a nightmare.

How could Kelan and Reidar save them without revealing their secret? Was Tim in on it with the professor? Surely he saw her Jeep outside. He’d know she was in here.

The trailer jostled again, and the professor stuck his head back out. After a few seconds, he asked, “All set?”

“Yep, just got to raise the drops, and we’ll be ready to go,” she heard Tim holler. “You want to put up those steps and join me in the cab?”

“No, you do it. I have a test underway in here. I want to keep an eye on it.”

She could tell Tim drew closer. “You sure? It’s gonna be a bumpy ride, at least until we reach the highway. Most everything in there is bolted down, but you and the chairs aren’t.”

Whitmore kept the door almost closed, but for a little room to clear his head. “I’ll be fine. I’ll… duct tape any loose things down so they don’t get away from me.”

“Okay. Have it your way. Call me on my cell if you want to stop somewhere and pick up food or something.”

“I’ll do that.”

He closed the door, locked it, and turned to face her. The puma hissed at him, but the professor eyed her. “Now, my dear, what am I going to do with you?” He looked down, searching the floor.

“And where did that vial go?”

As soon as the truck began to move, Reidar saw Kelan jump to his feet and take off running. He’d been positioned directly behind the trailer and had the best view inside, and the angle to approach without being seen.

Goddamn it, Gunnar shouted.

Get the truck, Kelan shouted back, racing for the back of the trailer. Stop this damn semi!

“Let’s go,” Reidar called to Gunnar after he saw Kelan leap safely onto the back and hang on to the vertical bars that made up part of the double doors’ locking mechanisms. He’d braced his feet on the horizontal steel beam that always hung from tractor-trailer rigs, designed to protect motorists from being decapitated in the event of an impact.

“That damn, wild-assed brother of ours is gonna get himself killed,” Gunnar snapped as he caught up with Reidar sprinting for the fence.

“That’s why we’re here. To make sure he doesn’t.” He cleared a rotten log and ducked past a low hanging limb.

Without another word, both men shifted into catamount form and sped up. Kicking free of their shoes and hampered only by their clothes, they made faster time through the woods and leaped the fence simultaneously.

Shifting back to human form, they climbed into the truck.

“I think I ripped a hole in this shirt going over that fence,” Gunnar muttered.

“Next time, jump higher.” Reidar cranked the engine, but there was nowhere for him to turn his vehicle around.

Asshole. “There better not be a next time.”

“Hang on. This is going to get tricky,” Reidar said as he jammed the gearshift into reverse, twisted around to look out the back, and stomped on the gas.

On the back of the trailer, Kelan hung on for dear life and prayed the next damn pothole wouldn’t knock him loose. He had to get inside before he lost his grip. He had to rescue Beth and his brother, but he couldn’t risk letting go while the fucking terrain was so unpredictable.

Another dip jarred him, so he used his knees to absorb the worse of the jolt.

Hang in there, Sindre, he said, even though he knew his brother wouldn’t be able to hear him through the metal doors of the trailer.

Where the hell were his brothers? He shot a look over his shoulder at the passing trees, trying to determine if they’d passed the ATV trail or not. He couldn’t tell, because he couldn’t see much from quick glances while he focused on not falling off.

Then he heard an engine and the crunch of gravel as someone slammed on the brakes and the tires dug into the dirt. A roar behind him followed instantly by the sound of spraying gravel told him his brothers were coming, but he didn’t dare look back.

A hard jolt and sway accompanied the rig’s turn onto the highway, but the ride smoothed out even as the big rig began to pick up speed. Kelan slid his left hand down one vertical bar to the handle, while he hung onto the other one, and yanked. The latch opened, but it was far from silent. He had no time to lose. He yanked hard on the door and, with all his strength, swung himself inside.

Careful, Sindre warned, taking a swipe through the bars at the professor who advanced on Kelan.

It slowed the man down and gave Kelan time to regain his footing.

The professor attacked without a word, and Kelan went on the defensive, ducking a book thrown at his head and dodging an office chair the man sent rolling at him. Kelan knocked the latter object away, and it tumbled out the back of the trailer. He assumed the squeal of tires was Reidar’s effort to avoid the chair on the winding mountain road, but he didn’t have time to look back.

He clung to the cage and pulled himself forward, but had to throw up an arm and turn away when the professor let loose with a fire extinguisher at his face. The white powdery cloud cleared just in time for him to block a blow from the same canister, although the fucking thing hurt like a son of bitch. And it pissed him off. He launched himself at the man, and the two fell to the floor, punching and scrambling for an advantage.

As Kelan gained the upper hand, he heard a terrified squeal from Beth and saw her chair slip passed them, her feet shoving frantically at the smooth floor to stop her slide.

Kelan shoved off the professor and flung himself at her chair, snagging one branch of the wheeled base in time.

I’ve got her, Sindre said, his big paws reaching through the cage bars and wrapping around one of her legs.

Kelan let go, but before he could push to his feet, Sindre shouted, Watch out!

Beth squealed, and a blow to Kelan’s back knocked the wind from his lungs. He fell forward, sliding a few feet closer to the back of the trailer as the big rig continued its meandering climb up the mountainside. A quick grab of the tied-down ATV’s tire stopped him.

The professor bellowed, raised the canister and lunged forward.

Kelan rolled over.

Whitmore swung downward to strike the knockout blow.

Kelan barely dodged the fire extinguisher, its base clanging on the floor a mere inch from his ear.

He grabbed the professor’s arm and kicked out and up, catching the man in the gut and tumbling him head over heels clear of where Kelan lay. The professor’s cry turned into a scream of terror as his own momentum sent him sailing headfirst out the back door of the trailer.

Reidar cursed when he had to swerve to miss the damn chair careening onto the road. Gunnar braced a hand on the dash and kept talking on his cell phone to the police dispatch. He figured, and Reidar agreed, that with Beth bound in the back of the trailer, it was best to get law enforcement there as quickly as possible.

The two yahoos in the truck could scream all they liked about unusual chromosomes to the other nut-jobs in the state prison. No one was going to believe a former scientist and grad student convicted of kidnapping a woman.

“I can’t fucking pass this guy.” Reidar’s fingers hurt from the tight grip he had on the steering wheel. He continued to catch glimpses of the fight inside the trailer, and he wanted the truck stopped now. When a cloud of white obscured the view, he’d had enough and stomped on the gas, whipping his truck into the other lane.

“Yes, we’re nearing the top of the pass,” Gunnar was telling the dispatcher. “The big rig is…well, it’s beside us right now. Yeah, we’re passing it…. I know it’s dangerous! Just get someone the fuck here. There’s a woman’s life at stake, and the assholes have our cat.”

Reidar laid on the horn, trying to get the driver’s attention, but the man seemed to be in a world of his own.

Fortunately, his truck’s V-8 engine could out-pace the big rig on the steep climb. Just as they neared the top, Reidar whipped in front of the truck and braked, but paced in front of it to keep from getting run over as the semi came to a jarring halt. Thankfully it’d only been doing about thirty-five up the steep incline.

Tim jumped from the cab, cursing at them as Reidar and Gunnar left their vehicle and ran back toward the trailer. “Hey, what the fuck’s your problem?”

“You are, you dick-weed,” Gunnar snapped, running interference for Reidar who kept going.

“You enjoy kidnapping women?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Tim asked, following them until he too spotted what had already stopped Reidar in his tracks. “Who?” Tim choked on the question.

Oh, shit. Someone lay bloodied and motionless on the roadway several yards back down the lane.

“’Bout time you showed up,” Kelan said, sticking out his hand to help Reidar into the back.

With a relieved grin, Reidar clasped his hand and climbed up. “Got here as fast as I could.”

Tim looked in the trailer and stood there wide-eyed and fidgety. “What the fuck happened?

Lizzy? Oh my God.” He turned to look back at the body.

Sirens sounded in the distance, but they were fast approaching as Kelan made his way over to Beth and began releasing her from the chair.

“Come on, Tim,” Gunnar said. “Let’s go check on your boss.”

“Oh shit. Is he…I don’t understand. Lizzy? What the fuck is going on?”

Reidar unlatched the cage door and set Sindre free.

My collar is in the corner. It fell off the desk and slid over there.

“I’ll get it,” Reidar said as he went after it.

Kelan pulled the tape off Beth’s mouth.

“Ahh. Ouch.”

“Sorry,” Kelan murmured. “Just a few more strips, and I’ll have you free. Are you okay?”

Reidar fastened the collar around his brother’s neck. A glance toward the end of the trailer told him Tim still stood staring at Beth and muttering apologies, but now he was joined by the guys with badges. One was calling for an ambulance as he rushed over to Gunnar and the professor. Another climbed into the trailer, and a third began questioning Tim about the incident.

Beth looked at Kelan, then over at Reidar, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m okay…now.”

Kelan pulled her into a tight embrace, and Reidar smiled, his hand on the nape of his little brother’s neck.

The puma purred.

Chapter Thirteen

Kelan slid the back door shut on the display case and began to stow the empty boxes in the bottom drawer of the case when someone cleared his throat. He climbed to his feet to see Axel there.

“Where’s Reidar?”

“Here,” Reidar answered, stepping out of the back storage room with an armful of merchandise to be put on display in the second case.

“Set that down a minute. I’ve got something to discuss with you.”

While Reidar set his burden down, Kelan watched Axel who seemed unusually still. Kelan wasn’t sure he liked that; Axel’s composure usually made him nervous. He likened it to the calm before a storm. “What’s up?”

“First,” Axel began, “How’s Beth?”

“Fine,” Reidar said. The investigation into the professor’s death had been settled almost immediately, with no charges filed against Kelan or anyone else. Kelan had been acting in self-defense, and Beth’s story of her kidnapping, corroborated by the evidence at the scene, plus eyewitness testimony of Tim and the Falke brothers, put any legal ramifications to rest. “The inquiry at the university is taking forever, but we talk to her every night.”

“We’re going to see her this weekend,” Kelan added. They hoped to finally mark her as their mate, since their original plans had been thwarted by the kidnapping and subsequent investigation. As soon as they were released from interrogation, she and Tim had headed back to return the mobile lab to the university and face further inquisition there.

He and Reidar had let her go because they’d known it was something she needed to do on her own. Before she could truly be theirs, there was the matter of the grant, her dissertation and a whole host of loose ends that needed to be tied up—not the least of which was Whitmore’s promised vial of a wild cougar’s blood to Dr. Sayers, a sample the Falke family vet was more than happy to acquire. So Beth had left them with nothing more than a kiss and promise to return. The separation, nearing three weeks now, was damn near unbearable. He’d taken it as long as he could.

Axel nodded with a frown and stared at an envelope in his hand. “I suspected you’d be making the trip sooner rather than later, but…” He held out the envelope. “I hope this might change your mind…about Seattle.”

“Axel, we’re not—”

“What is it?” Kelan asked, cutting off Reidar’s denial that the trip was anything more than temporary. They were going regardless of what was in the envelope, but he still wanted to know what Axel was up to. That frown worried him.

“That’s the deed to Old Darcy’s gas station and a check. I figure once you do some remodeling, that big ol’ garage will be perfect for a warehouse. And the check’s your startup capital.”

Kelan’s knees went weak, his head a little light, when he pulled out the papers and saw all of the zeroes on the check. He looked over the first page of the deed, but his eyes wouldn’t focus.

“Seriously?” he asked Axel.

“Yeah, seriously. It’s what you wanted, right?”

Kelan nodded, unable to say more.

“You two showed your commitment to this family, and our dads told me your biggest concern was the babies. You made me proud. I’ve been waiting for you to grow up. Looks like it finally happened.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Kelan folded the papers and stuffed them and the check back into the envelope.

“I do,” Reidar said. He gave Axel a quick, back slapping hug. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” Kelan said. “Thank you, brother.”

“Now, that’s not free money,” Axel said after Reidar stepped back. “I’m not charging you interest, but that is a loan, and you will pay me back in a timely manner. It’s all in those papers.” He motioned toward the envelope. “There’s a contract between the three of us. Don’t try to cash that check until it’s been signed.”

“We won’t,” Kelan reassured him.

“And I still expect help with Catamount Outfitters when we’re busy,” Axel said, motioning toward the front of the store where Sindre was helping a group of tourists sign up for a weekend trek to Red Dog Ridge. “But we’ll work out a schedule so you two can focus on the warehouse and online store. And I’m going to be hands on. I’m keeping a share of it.”

“That’s in the contract too?” Kelan asked, but he already knew. His brother was giving them some leash, but if they fucked up, Axel would take over and save the day. That was his way.

“Damn straight it is,” Axel said, but then he grinned. “I expect you two to do great things, though. Don’t let me down.”

Both Kelan and Reidar shook their heads. “We won’t,” Kelan promised. “It’s a deal.”

“Good.”

“But we’re still going to Seattle this weekend.”

Axel’s frown deepened. “About that. I know you want to go, but…well, I sort of promised…That is…”

“Spit it out,” Kelan grumbled.

“I sort of promised you two would take a very important client on a camping trip along Icicle River.”

“Damn it, Ax!” Kelan slammed a fist on the counter.

“Axel,” Reidar tried. “You knew we had plans. We’re supposed to be off this weekend.”

“I know! I know, and I’m sorry, but there’s always next weekend, and this client was…insistent. I couldn’t say no, and there’s no one else who can do the job. I’m sure you can make it up to Beth.” He gave Reidar a pat on the shoulder and glanced at his wristwatch. “The client will be here any minute.

I’d suggest you hurry and get ready.” Before they could argue further, he turned and headed back up the aisle. “Remember, we have a deal.”

“Fuck,” Reidar said. “Didn’t see that coming.”

“Me either,” Kelan said. “Leave it to Ax to find a way to give a great gift all wrapped up in barbed wire.”

“Yeah, now what?”

“We’ll just have to tell Beth the truth, and as soon as we dump off this client, we’re headed straight to Seattle, damn the consequences.”

“What’s so important that you have to rush off to Seattle?”

Both brothers turned at the familiar feminine voice to see Beth walking up the aisle. She stopped a few feet from them, looking gorgeous in denim cutoffs, hiking boots and a bright green, curve-hugging tank top. Axel peered around the shelves with a smirk on his face.

“You’re the client,” Reidar guessed, and she nodded.

You asshole! Kelan said telepathically, sending his eldest brother into a fit of laughter.

Reidar tossed his big brother a huge grin over Beth’s shoulders as he pulled her into a tight bear hug. Thanks, Ax.

Anytime. Enjoy the camping trip.

Kelan vaulted the counter and waited for Reidar to let go so he could snatch her into his arms.

“God, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

She chuckled, blinking at him from behind her glasses. “Back at ya, hon,” she teased, using his pet name for her.

He laughed and lifted her off her feet, swinging her in a circle. “You’re back.”

When he set her down, she pushed her glasses up her nose and grinned. “Where else would I be when the two best guides in the Wenatchee forest are here?” She ran her finger down Kelan’s shirtfront, turned and winked at Reidar. “I just hope they don’t charge too much because I’m a broke student struggling to finish some research so I can finalize my dissertation.”

“What are we waiting for?” Reidar asked. “Let’s go camping.”

“Uh, don’t you think we should put up the tent first?” Beth asked, shrugging out of her backpack. She watched her lovers, who’d already dumped theirs on the ground, unzip and spread their sleeping bags over a soft spot between towering pines that shaded the fragrant grass from the late afternoon sun. “Or build a fire?”

Kelan straightened and began to walk—no stalk—toward her.

“Uh, guys?” She took two steps back for each one he made, but failed to hide the smile tugging at her lips. A thrill zinged through her at the dark look of lust in Kelan’s eyes, the set of his mouth, the way his body moved with smooth grace toward her. “I’m supposed to be out here to gather research,” she reminded him.

“Which you can do tomorrow,” Kelan said, his voice low and rough.

To hell with research. She wanted what he had to offer. They’d all been apart way too long. She’d missed their playfulness, their laughter, the domineering way they had about them that could make her purr.

She loved them so much; every moment of those weeks apart had been sheer torture. She hadn’t known them long, but she had no doubt where she belonged.

Circling around a tree, she put the thick trunk between her and Kelan and kept up her protests.

“But we still have some daylight left.”

“And I know just what to do with it,” Reidar said from her left, startling her into a giggle and a run. She didn’t get far, not that she’d tried all that hard.

“Gotcha,” Kelan said, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“No fair! There’s two of you.” She laughed amid mild grunts as she bounced against his rock-solid shoulder during his trudge back to camp.

“And you’ve kept us celibate long enough,” he said, laying her down in the middle of their makeshift bed with the utmost care. It was surprisingly soft with the layers of sleeping bags, and she grinned up at Kelan who had a wicked smile on his face that promised every one of her needs would soon be met, filled, surpassed.

As Reidar dropped down on her other side, opposite his brother, she grinned. “Celibacy is overrated.”

“Very,” Reidar agreed before he dipped down to kiss her with a lingering thoroughness that revved her pulse.

As he kissed her, she felt Kelan shift lower to untie her hiking boots, pulling them off one after another. She broke from Reidar’s kiss and tilted her head, allowing him better access to her skin, when he continued to nibble along her neck. Kelan unzipped her shorts and tugged them down. Reidar slipped a hand under her cotton tank to fondle her breasts.

“Guys?” she said, finding it harder to catch her breath despite the fresh outdoor air all around her.

How had she forgotten what these men’s hands and mouths could do to her? “Oh!”

Kelan tickled her navel with his tongue. “Hmm?” Amusement laced his question.

What was she going to say? “Umm, oh, yeah.” She swallowed when Reidar caught her earlobe between his teeth, his warm breath bathing her ear and sending tingles racing down her sides. “What if someone comes…uh…up the trail?”

Kelan tugged her panties off with her shorts, while Reidar worked her tank up. A quick flick undid the front clasp of her bra, and Reidar latched onto a taut peak, drawing a moan from her.

“No one will come by,” Kelan murmured against her inner thigh.

She squirmed beneath their attentive kisses, reaching for them, wanting them closer—needed them as she’d never needed another human being—despite her mild protests. “You don’t know that.”

Reidar pulled away only long enough to dispatch her top and bra to wherever the rest of her clothes had gone. As he pulled his own shirt over his head, he said, “We’re on Falke land. Trust us.

We have you all to ourselves.”

Kelan chose that instant to lick her clit, easing her thighs apart with his hands. She bucked her hips, seeking more, her thoughts and concerns fracturing beneath the delicious assault.

Reidar was as naked as she was when he returned to her side. He propped himself up with one arm and lowered his lips to claim hers once more. Sucking his tongue into her mouth, she clung to him, and he drank in her whimpers of pleasure.

As if in concert with one another, Kelan pulled away to undress at the same time Reidar reached between her legs to continue the titillation of her clit with his fingers.

Breathlessly, she asked, “You’re talking to one another again, aren’t you?” making both men chuckle.

Reidar removed her glasses, set them aside and gave her a peck on the nose. With his other hand, he rubbed her sensitive nub with constant, intoxicating circles, keeping her slightly off balance. “How did you know?”

She moaned before she could answer, and reveled in the flick of his tongue along her bottom lip.

“You both—mmm, that feels so good—you move in tandem.”

“Is that so?” Kelan seemed amused by her observation as he again dropped onto the sleeping bags to lie next to her. “Then you’re going to love this.”

Together they rolled her on top of Kelan, and he wrapped his arms around her, claiming her mouth in a breath-stealing kiss that melted her bones. Reidar moved in behind her, skimmed his palms down her spine, along her sides and over the curves of her ass, heating her insides to the boiling point.

In the next heartbeat, he entered her pussy in one smooth glide.

“Mmm,” she hummed against Kelan’s mouth. He nipped her bottom lip.

Reidar withdrew a little and pushed deeper the next time, and the next.

“Ohh,” she whispered with eyes closed, her senses attuned to the exquisite rhythm Reidar set, until with no warning, he pulled out.

She blinked, looking down at Kelan who watched her with darkened, passionate eyes.

“I love you,” he said simply, yet she felt the vow deep in her heart.

She smiled, afraid to try to speak. She was so full of love for both of them. They were special in ways she still found hard to believe, and they’d chosen her. They loved her; she had no doubt. They were her real-life heroes who’d come to her rescue and saved her life.

“We both do,” Reidar clarified from behind her, and she reached back to stroke his side with her palm. He nudged the tight rosette of her ass, making her suck in a quick breath and forget about everything else when her body clenched in anticipation of what was to come.

Kelan said, “Tonight, hon, we want to claim our mate. Are you ready to be ours?”

Her mind battling between the pleasure of Reidar teasing her backside, Kelan’s solid, strong, wonderfully comfortable body beneath her, and the idea of being theirs forever, she said the first thing that came to mind. “If that means you’re both mine…”

Kelan smiled, gave a nod, and Reidar squeezed her shoulder lightly.

“Then, yes. Yes! I’m ready.” She grinned and wiggled back slightly, pressing against Reidar’s cock.

Kelan and Reidar simultaneously slid into her body, Kelan filling her pussy with his hard cock, and Reidar easing his length deep into her ass.

She forced herself to relax, to accept them into her body. Almost instantly the slight pain vanished and pleasure pulsed through her body. Her eyelids drifted closed. Her mouth agape, she gave herself over to their control. And they took her, slowly, thoroughly, deeply, building the tension with the exquisite pleasure of their coordinated thrusts until she teetered on the precipice.

Joint stings on both sides of her shoulder jolted her over the edge with a cry of rapture as each brother bit down, marking her as their own.

She whimpered, not from pain, but from the sheer bliss of being one with the two most incredible men to whom she could ever have entrusted her heart. Together, they gently lapped at her small marks, their hips grinding against her, prolonging her orgasm for what seemed like forever, until they too shouted their tandem release and pulsed within her, pushing her into yet another climax.

As her sounds of passion echoed off the forest around them, Reidar all but collapsed over her back as she lay sprawled and sated on top of Kelan. Their slick bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, still joined though the men softened inside of her.

Kelan hugged her closer, kissed her cheek and murmured, “Ours. Forever.”

With a smile, she pressed her lips to his chest and reached back to squeeze Reidar’s butt. “Mmm, mine.”

* * *

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About the Authors

Anna Leigh Keaton has been reading and penning romances for as long as she can remember. After she met and married her very own real-life hero, romance took on a whole new meaning. She now knows married life can sizzle, and romance can be erotic—even in her own home.

Madison Layle avoided her childhood chores on the family farm by curling up with books and disappearing into other worlds of fantasy, adventure and romance. With maturity came the love of her own real-life hero (a.k.a. “my darling hubby”), and a real understanding of why her parents locked their bedroom door.

Madison and Anna Leigh write erotic romance both as a team and individually. They’ve consistently been on bestseller lists with their coauthored books, and have won numerous awards together including the 2009 EPPIE Award for Erotic Romance.

The pair first met online through a critique group, a meeting which sparked a strong friendship and a fun partnership. Together, their writing has taken on a spicier flavor, so while their hubbies are off at work, they let their imaginations soar…

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Content

Falke's Captive
Puma Nights - 2
by
Madison Layle, Anna Leigh Keaton

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

About the Authors