A Matter of Pride

Cougar Falls - 5

by

Marie Harte

For my cousin. And yes, this Stacey is entirely fictional, unless you really can turn into a cat.

Chapter One

Cougar Falls, Montana

A door slammed. Swearing, snarls and spitting hisses pierced the early morning quiet of what promised to be a beautiful summer day. Life in the pride was never dull, but today looked to be especially interesting.

Whistling, Dean Chastell grabbed a cup of coffee and reveled in the comfort of having such a close-knit, loving extended family.

“Son of a bitch! I’m going to kick your ass, Chastell!” Miles Bermin, fellow shapeshifter and current Catamount Ranch guest, had been using the shower upstairs because the water heater in his cabin wasn’t working.

At least, not since Dean had tampered with it.

“Miles?” From upstairs, Burke’s deep voice sounded rusty. “What the hell? It’s not even seven yet.” Great, now Burke would be in a bad mood. Dean’s oldest brother and pride leader wasn’t exactly pleased with him lately. Not after yesterday’s mess with the gray wolves.

The mangy bastards.

Dean decided it might be prudent to leave—and fast—before he was discovered, and bumped into a troublesome gray wolf on his way out the back door.

“Where are you off to so early?” Monty GrayClaw, the only wolf in the pride, yawned and stretched as he entered the house. “I thought today was your day off.”

Dean shrugged and put down his coffee. “Just thought I’d get in a few—”

Burke’s laughter echoed through the house. “Holy shit. Is your hair blue?”

Monty blinked. “Your brother’s up early. This can’t be good. And who’s he talking to?”

“Yeah, it’s blue,” Miles roared. “I have business to attend to today, not to mention a date later this evening. And fucking blue hair?”

Monty’s grin stretched across his lips. “Nice.”

Like Dean, Monty didn’t particularly care for the snotty cats visiting from Miami. They tolerated the females well enough—mostly—but Miles was a huge pain in the ass at the best of times. It didn’t help that the women in town thought he walked on water.

Dean did his best to look innocent, and failed miserably when Monty started laughing. Loudly.

Footsteps pounded overhead. Miles’s scent drew closer, robust with the heat of rage. Considering the dude had a few inches on Dean, as well as a surprisingly muscular frame under the stupid designer suits he often wore, Dean decided to make haste. He inched past Monty toward the door.

“I’d hurry if I were you.” Monty nodded for him to go.

Deciding avoidance made sense—because who wanted to fight so early on a gorgeous Friday morning—Dean slipped outside and into his truck. He turned the key and shifted into reverse when the passenger door opened.

Christ, wasn’t one of them enough to deal with today? He stared in dismay at the most beautiful—and annoying—woman he’d ever had the misfortune to know. “Not now, Stacey. I’m late for work.”

“You have today off.” Miles’s sister just stood there looking finer than fine.

“Come on. I have things to do. Shut the door and move away.”

He inched the truck back. Any second now Miles would be out the door…

“I need a ride into town.” She glanced behind her at the back door and frowned.

Fuming because he had two choices—give in to the princess’s demands or suffer Miles’s wrath—he leaned across the passenger seat. “What did you say?”

When she leaned closer to respond, he grabbed her by the collar and yanked her inside. She yelped as she tried to right herself, while he gassed the truck and lurched back just as Miles Bermin tore through the back door of the house, dripping wet and wearing nothing more than a towel and blue hair.

“Get back here, you son of a bitch!”

Stacey swore as the car door slammed, barely missing her pricey skirt. She stared out the front window and gasped. “Oh my God. Is Miles’s hair blue?”

Miles had made one too many comments about Dean’s love life at dinner last night. It was one thing for the rest of the pride to joke about him being the last standing Chastell without a mate, but when Miles said it, he sounded insulting. A lot like his sister. Dean regarded Stacey out of the corner of his eye, wishing he could turn off his attraction to her.

Whipping the wheel to turn the truck around, Dean jumped on the gas and tore down the dirt driveway. He kept his gaze half on the drive and half on the rearview, making sure Miles didn’t decide to go for broke and hunt his ass down. But all the while he remained painfully aware of the woman next to him.

He’d dated his share of women. Had never hurt for girlfriends or a companion on a Saturday night. But none of them held a candle to Stacey Bermin. Part of the Miami pride temporarily staying at the Catamount Ranch, Stacey represented every fantasy of feline perfection he’d ever had.

Long golden hair—not blond or brown, but white spun with gold—lay in soft waves over her shoulders. A strand curled above her breast, drawing his attention to the generous swell cupped by what was no doubt an expensive lacy bra under her blouse. The woman designed clothes for a living and looked like a professional model. Today she wore spiked heels with some kind of leopard print—which he hoped to hell was fake—a short khaki skirt and a silky shirt that brought out the blue of her eyes. Like her brother, she had looks that attracted attention no matter where she went. And when she dressed like that, people stopped to stare. She was that hot.

“Problem, Jethro?” she asked in that haughty voice that set him on edge and got him hard in a heartbeat.

He thickened a hick accent to annoy her. “It’s Gomer, darlin’. Just wondering why you’re out of the house without protection.”

“It’s been a month. If Lex was going to pull something, he’d have done so by now.”

“Maybe.” Then again, with what they’d heard about the Ac-taw down South, the shapeshifting scum might be lying in wait, just itching for a chance to kidnap and torture the Bermins one at a time.

“Besides, I’m with you.” Stacey sniffed. “No doubt if there’s a problem, you can call Burke or Grady for help.”

As if Dean couldn’t handle a few scraggly Florida cats by himself. He forced himself to ignore yet another insult. “So here’s another question for ya. Why are you dressing like a hooker on a Friday morning? Got a hot date over eggs and bacon at the Fox’s Henhouse? ’Cause that’s where we’re headed.”

“Not that I agree with you, but really, hooker? If anything, I’d go with high-class call girl.” She frowned. And even that turned him on, the way her light-colored brows furrowed, wrinkling the baby-fine skin of her siren face. “I thought you were going into Whitefish.”

“Nah. Grady’s got that covered.” His older brother had this morning’s tour group because he’d switched with Dean for the weekend. Now that Grady had mated his own spirited cat, he’d turned into a real homebody. Of course, if Dean found someone as nice and pretty as Gabby Easton, he’d have done the same.

He gave Stacey another discreet once-over, wondering what she might be like if she could keep her mouth closed, or at the least go for ten seconds at a time without saying something mean. He counted silently to eight before she parted her lips. He sighed.

“Any reason you can think of that my brother—who has a meeting in another three hours with an investment firm interested in expanding our designs out West—would have dyed his hair blue today?”

Inwardly, Dean cringed. Okay, so it hadn’t been the best time for a little revenge on the snot staying with them. Temporarily, he kept reminding himself. Although Stacey’s sisters seemed to have settled in right nice, Stacey and Miles acted like they’d rather be anywhere but Cougar Falls.

“No idea. Maybe he wants to impress Juneau Jacobs? Heard he has a date tonight.” Juneau was a sweet bear who could do so much better than Miles.

Stacey’s lips thinned.

“What? Hell, if something as stupid as blue hair will kill the deal, then do you really want these investors in the first place?” Great. Now he was feeling guilty about giving Miles what he deserved. Trust Stacey to ruin a great prank.

“I thought you and Juneau were an item. Or is it Reggie you’re catting around with lately?”

At least she wasn’t worried about Miles, which meant he hadn’t screwed up their chance to nab investors. He frowned. “Juneau and I dated over a year ago. Reggie’s a nice girl. A friend. You have a problem with her?” He left the dirt road leading to the ranch and headed into town.

“Not at all. It’s not the poor girl’s fault she’s been tempted by the town man-whore. The women around here have pitifully little to work with.”

He gritted his teeth and clenched the wheel. He reminded himself she was under the pride’s protection, that the skirmish in Miami wasn’t quite over, and that danger could be stalking her just around the corner. But damn, it was hard to remember all that with her smug expression daring him to give her a taste of her own medicine.

At the word taste, he immediately wondered what her lips would feel like under his. Oh hell. Not going there. Not with this one. He just wished he didn’t always have to remind his dick of that fact.

He pulled into the parking lot of the crowding diner, turned off the engine and faced her with a forced smile. “Sweetheart, if I’d known how interested you were in my love life, I’d have made sure to save you a night.” He leaned closer, entranced by the lingering smell of her perfume and by the heady scent of anger roiling from her pores. “I can pencil you in on Sunday afternoon if you’d like.” He trailed a finger down her forearm to her hand and did his best to ignore the heat licking through his body.

He thought for a moment her pupils dilated, that he caught the spike of arousal in the air. Until she gave him one of her trademark sneers, which annoyed him to no end, because even her disgust turned him on.

“You could only be so lucky.” Stacey left the truck with the grace of a feline in her prime. After shutting the door, she leaned in through the window and gave him a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage framed by a blue lace bra. “Sorry, sweetheart, but my tastes run higher than the five ’n’ dime.”

She flicked a last contemptuous look at him, then turned and sauntered toward the diner. Three raptors fell all over themselves to get the door for her and followed her inside.

Dean had to wait a few minutes to will away his erection. By the time he’d calmed himself enough to be presentable, a few more vehicles had pulled into the parking lot. He hurried inside, needing a good breakfast and a plan of action to avoid Miles for the rest of the day. Maybe he should go to Whitefish after all. And if he were really lucky, he’d manage to find someone else to deal with Stacey while he found a woman to wash away this irritating lust.

He looked for a table far away from Princess Peeve and her horde of admirers and found a seat with a group of silver foxes and his friend, Gerald. But through it all, he heard every laugh, tease and remark the high-stepping Bermin made.

After calling her brother to assure him she was safe in town, Stacey spent the remainder of her morning in the small storefront she’d decided to lease until she could find a new place to work. Nestled among the other storefronts filled with bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Ac-taw, her shop on Main Street was safe enough. Though Cougar Falls was a small town, they had a surprising array of commerce along the main drag. She’d passed several craft stores, shoe shops, jewelry stores and a few clothing retailers that suited the older generation of Ac-taw. Unfortunately, the younger women in town had no alternative for good fashion unless they went online to do their shopping. And really, shopping online?

How could a woman know how clothing truly fit without trying it on? Without feeling the fabric against her skin, or seeing the patterns and colors under artificial light as well as sunlight?

If she weren’t in such an all-out fire to leave, she might think about opening up her own store. As it was, this little space would make do, offering a place to sew and create while she waited for the mess at home to clear up.

Her sisters, Joy, Melissa and Amy, could do wonders with a needle and thread. Surprisingly, Joy, the hotheaded one of the bunch, had shown some real promise with a few sporty designs for the younger crowd. Stacey never would have imagined Joy might be interested in the business if she hadn’t seen the pleasure light up her older sister’s green eyes while she sketched and penciled clever outfits for the teen set.

Stacey was the youngest of her sisters but had always felt older. The others laughed and had fun with life. She used to, but lately… She couldn’t put her finger on it, but the joy of living had slowly faded. Work consumed her, or it had, until Lex and Ronnie had overthrown their father, the old pride leader. Under their leadership, the pride had become a wild, chaotic group of rival cats and no longer the soothing, thriving family which had made her feel at home.

Men had always been interested in her, but Lex seemed obsessed. He’d almost trapped her once, and the things he’d pledged to do to her made her skin crawl. If Miles hadn’t stopped by the store late that night, she didn’t know what might have happened.

And these thoughts were doing nothing to expand her fall collection, which had already fallen way behind schedule thanks to a forced move from Miami. Damn Lex and his overinflated ego.

With a sigh, Stacey returned to the table and sketched a few dresses she’d considered fit for the cold months. There was a different need out here in Montana—practicality and style. They didn’t have to be mutually exclusive, contrary to what she’d seen in town. Good God, but did the people around here ever wear anything other than jeans?

She lost herself in her work until someone barged in through what she’d thought was a locked front door.

“Oh good. You’re still here.” Dean Chastell walked through the empty store like he owned it. The man could have made a fortune modeling. He had looks that translated well through the camera. And that smile, a hint of kiss my ass combined with true amusement lit up whatever room he entered. As usual, he smirked at her, showcasing that adorable dimple she traced in her mind’s eye at the oddest moments.

“And where else would I be?” She sounded bored. Stacey did bored better than anyone she knew. But in this case, she had to work to mask the excitement and lust surging through her. For some reason, this obnoxious mountain lion pushed her buttons. And he had since she’d first met him over twenty years ago.

She’d developed a crush on him in kindergarten, one that had come and gone but never quite left her throughout the years. Dean Chastell all grown up was more than any woman should have to handle.

Unlike his older brothers, Dean was more than sexy and charming. He was handsome, almost pretty, to her way of thinking. Sandy hair a shade lighter than Grady’s and light amber eyes that winked with gold complemented a face that made women sigh and fawn. Next to her and Miles, Dean had to be the best-looking cat she’d ever seen. But his looks didn’t mean much, not when she’d been used to beauty for so long.

Rich and famous men wanted her. Athletes, CEOs, movies stars. They all wanted a piece of the blonde bombshell who designed stellar gowns for Miami’s elite. Yet Dean didn’t seem to want anything from her. Not a wink, a kiss or even a penny. He didn’t compliment her. Didn’t kowtow to her, and didn’t seem to want to spend time with her.

Annoyed, baffled and strangely intrigued, she did her best to give him a wide berth, which wasn’t easy in a town this size. And having to stay at the ranch and report her whereabouts all the time had worn thin weeks ago.

“Look, I had a change of plans. I’m heading into Whitefish after I run some errands. Make sure your brother, Burke or Joel knows you’re here.”

“Why bother the bear?” Joel Buchanan was one half of the bear couple at the ranch. An odd family, the Cougar Falls Pride. Made up of bears, cats, foxes and a wolf, the pride had more non-felines than cats. Yet they acted like blood, and when she and her family had been in trouble a month ago, they’d stepped in to protect her and her siblings.

“The bear is part of the pride, Miss Priss.”

She hated his nicknames.

“He’s interested in keeping you safe,” Dean continued. “Though God knows why he should need to. Just open your mouth and your enemies will run the other way.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Good to know. How about this? Get the hell out while I’m working.” He didn’t move, just put his hands on his trim hips, which made his forearms flex and his biceps bunch. She wished she wouldn’t notice such things, and on most men, she didn’t. But damn if she could look away from Dean, even when his brows drew close, signaling the end of his patience.

“You are such a pain in my ass.” Dean shook his head. “I can’t for the life of me figure out why I—”

She’d started to take offense, but his confession stopped her. “Why you what?”

He seemed unable to make up his mind about something.

She sighed. “Look, Jethro. I really do have work to do. So take your hillbilly self out and—”

He took three steps, closed the distance between them and kissed her.

And like that, her entire world rotated off its axis and crashed.

Chapter Two

Dean knew it was a mistake the minute his lips touched hers, but he could only handle so much temptation. For some reason, the bitchier she grew, the more he needed to take her down a peg. He’d wanted to taste her for years. Her visits to town, though sporadic, had hinted at the beauty she’d become. Yet for all her outward appeal, it was her inner core—a combination of arrogance, harshness and a hint of vulnerability that peeked out at him now and then—that refused to let his attraction be only physical.

Good Lord, did she taste good. Her lips were soft and yielding under his. He’d expected her to take charge of the kiss, the way she commanded everyone else around her. Instead she softened under him and invited him to sample more.

A low groan rumbled from his chest, and he was helpless to stop the purr that grew. Damn, he wanted to lick her up. From her toes to her lips, centering on her breasts crushed to his chest, and lower, to that sweet spot between her legs that tempted him to drop to his knees and go to town.

She gripped his arms, her fingers not meeting around his biceps. Though tall and toned, she didn’t have the bulk to back up her attitude. Feminine and curvy in all the right places, she fit him perfectly. An image of her smiling up at him, her blue eyes wide and welcoming, hit him hard. And in her arms, she’d hold a little girl with his smile, a miniature Stacey he’d love and cherish forev—

He shoved her away in horror. “Holy Christ.”

She blinked and frowned up at him. “Excuse me?”

She would have sounded more annoying if she hadn’t been so out of breath. A glance down showed hard nipples straining at her blouse. The urge to rip her shirt open and suck on those tight nipples until she came hit him right between his legs.

He groaned and prayed he wouldn’t come in his pants. Thinking about sex with Stacey was one thing. She looked like the poster girl for condoms. But a baby? Since when did Dean Chastell need to settle down with one woman? Panicked, because his cat seemed to love the idea of Stacey and forever, Dean backed away.

“What the hell is your problem?”

“I—” He took a deep breath and calmed himself. “Just thought that might shut you up.” He thought he’d done a good job of appearing blasé until she smiled.

“Really? Because it seemed to me like you were well on your way to getting off.” She shot a significant glance at his erection.

“Hell, Stacey. You’re a sexy blonde. I’m a guy. Do the math.”

A flash of hurt appeared in her eyes before it vanished, making him wonder if it had been there to begin with. “Oh, so any woman will do so long as her hair is the right color?”

“Not what I said.” He didn’t like the thought he might have hurt her feelings. “But why the hell did you kiss me back?” He sounded accusing, but damn if he could help himself. It was bad enough he lusted after the shrew. She didn’t need to encourage him.

“I was curious about what all the women in town have experienced.”

“Not all the women,” he snapped. “I date, okay? I’m not a man-whore, and I’m not some dog in heat.”

“Cat in heat,” she murmured.

He took a step closer, right in her face, and keeping true to form, she didn’t back away an inch. “I like women. I love women,” he snarled, wishing he wasn’t so hot for this particular female. “It’s not my fault they talk about me. I like to have fun. What the hell is so wrong with having a good time?” Frustrated because the topic had been one he’d been dealing with for years, he couldn’t help himself. “Just because I don’t want to settle down, knock some woman up and mate for life, I’m a jerk? A whore? A— What did you call me last week? A backwoods gigolo with dirt for brains?”

She had the grace to flush.

“Gimme a break, Stacey. You might be too good for everyone around you, but that doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t want a little companionship every now and then.”

He knew he had no right to take out his frustration on her, despite how grating she might be. So he took a step back, ignored his urge to kiss her once more and stalked toward the exit. “Don’t leave unless Monty or Joel is hot on your ass.” Then he slammed his way out the door, wishing he’d had the good sense not to touch her in the first place. Because now that he knew what she tasted and felt like, it would be hell staying away.

Stacey watched him leave, annoyed with herself for goading him. That kiss had nearly melted her into a puddle of warm yes. And then she’d gone and ruined things, the way she always did. Lashing out usually worked in her favor, because the guys she tended to date ended up being jerks. They liked her as arm candy, to brag about or to satisfy an itch.

For once, she’d enjoyed a kiss because she knew the man couldn’t help himself, that he didn’t want to want her. That was a new one.

But mama, could that man kiss. No wonder the women of Cougar Falls were in lust with the golden playboy of the Catamount Ranch. Dean was lethal with those lips, that tongue… He’d kept his hands on her hips, respectful yet keeping her close enough to work his magic. But he hadn’t been able to hide the sexual heat bleeding from his body into hers.

Had she ever felt so much the center of someone else’s world? In his arms, she’d felt every inch the focus of his attention. He’d made love with his mouth. Not just a kiss—the joining of mouths and tongues had been an exploration of so much more. Her cat wanted another taste, to lap him up and find out what other fun things Dean liked to do. God, that promise in his pants had made her itch to hike up her skirt and wrap her legs around him. She’d wanted nothing more than to hitch her groin against his and ease that hungry spot between her legs.

Her panties were wet. Not a surprise after that kiss, but how embarrassing to know he would have smelled her arousal had he not been so impatient to get away from her. And that hurt.

Finally, a man she wanted to know better, and he couldn’t leave her fast enough. Just reinforcement to the idea that she didn’t have all that much going for her besides her looks. And her wealth, she reminded herself. She had money too.

With a sigh, she moved into the back and stepped into the bathroom. There, she removed her panties—no hope for it—and tucked them into her bag. Then she straightened her appearance. A new coat of lipstick, a touch of blush and a brush through her hair. She washed her hands and dried them, then stepped away from the sink and exited the small bathroom…only to run into the broad chest of an Ac-taw who didn’t belong in Cougar Falls. At all.

Quince stared down at the arrogant feline his boss wanted back yesterday. He understood the attraction, even if he didn’t share it. His tastes ran toward feisty lions with spiky hair and spitting eyes. The resemblance was there in the eye shape and the general feminine features, but Stacey had a more classical beauty than her sister. And those blue eyes were just odd. Cold, assessing and almost wolf-like in their predatory gleam.

She took a step back and opened her mouth.

He lifted the knife he’d been holding, the one he’d used to break into her store late last night, while the town slept. The Hunter’s mist he’d used had camouflaged his scent, and he’d been quiet so as not to arouse suspicion. He hoped his knife would keep the drama queen from making a fuss.

Upon seeing the weapon, she closed her mouth. Smart girl.

“Hey there, Stacey. You’re looking good.” Quince leaned against the doorway and waited for a caustic comeback.

“Wish I could say the same,” she said with a sneer. “Shouldn’t you be rolling some kid for his lunch money? Or maybe abusing some hapless kitten so you can look big and strong?”

He had to hand it to her. She did disdainful princess like nobody’s business. It had to be that untouchable aura that had Lex’s dick in a knot. The prick couldn’t get his hands on her fast enough.

When he didn’t respond, she at least had the sense to feel nervous, though she hid it well. Only the sound of her racing heartbeat and the subtle scent of fear alerted him to her tension. Though she deserved to be scared for being so stupid, she was his future mate’s sister. No need to start off on the wrong foot with that cat—well, any more than he had already.

“Look, sweetness, you being here all by yourself is foolish. Lex hasn’t forgotten you. And he never will, not until you’re either naked and spread out beneath him or your head’s mounted to his wall,” he said bluntly, hoping to scare some sense into her.

“That’s not news, Quince. If that’s all you came out here to tell me, you can go to—”

“Shit. You’ve got balls, I’ll grant you that.” He shook his head, impressed despite himself. “I’m here with you, all alone. I outweigh you by a hundred pounds at least, and my knife is way bigger than the teeth or claws you might shift into if I didn’t gut you before you sprouted fur.”

Her fear blossomed and tasted ripe on the air. Finally.

“But I’m not here to hurt you,” he said quietly.

She blinked, and those bright blue eyes sparked with curiosity. Okay, yeah, she was hot. But still, not the right cat. Not for him.

“Lex wants you, and only you. He’ll do whatever he has to to get you back, and that includes killing your sisters. Oh, and Miles. He wants to skin Miles publicly, as a warning to everyone at home to obey.” Quince snorted. “Over-the-top and dramatic as all get-out if you asked me, but that’s Lex.”

“So I’ll leave.”

“And that’s exactly what he wants, for you to separate yourself from the safety here and be all by yourself, ripe for the plucking.”

“But you just said he wants me. If I’m gone, he’ll leave them alone.”

“I thought you were smarter than that.” He shook his head. “He sees them as leverage. You might tell him to kiss your ass, but if he has his hands on your sisters or brother, you’ll do whatever he wants to keep them safe. Won’t you?”

She didn’t respond, but the pinch to her lips answered for her. She might be spoiled, but she was loyal. And God knew he could use some loyalty right about now. Unfortunately, fidelity to the pride had been pretty rare of late.

“Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to work with me on this.”

“You? But—”

“Me.” He stood straight and glared at her, pleased when she didn’t argue. “There are some things set in motion that need to play out. You’re going to take that pretty little ass out of town for a few days—under my watchful eye—and distract Lex. While he’s focused on you, I’m going to cut his legs out from under him.”

“My brother can—”

“You’re not going to tell anyone about this.”

“That’s stupid. The pride can help.”

The Chastells didn’t buckle under pressure or threats…and were unconventional enough to give him pause. They could definitely muck up the works. Quince didn’t even want to think about Miles Bermin added to the equation. The cat had a huge bug up his ass about Quince in particular. “We think Lex might be using a few Ac-taw in town to keep tabs on you.”

“Not from the pride,” she said quickly.

“We don’t think so. But word has come back about you all, and it’s detailed enough that we’re being ultra careful.”

“We who?”

“I ask the questions and I give the orders. Do as you’re told and this will go down without a hitch. No more Lex, no more problems.”

She bristled.

“Look, Stacey, I know it’s tough keeping that mouth shut and doing what you’re told, but you didn’t seem to have a problem with Chastell a few minutes ago. Just pretend I’m him.”

Clearly the wrong thing to say, but he’d been dying to one-up the haughty female for months.

“You son of a bitch!” She poked him in the chest with a long, sharp, manicured nail. “Look, Quince, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I won’t let you—”

He gripped her hand in his and she froze mid-sentence. “Okay, that was out of line. But you two did look kind of chummy.” Which relieved him. Dean Chastell couldn’t have designs on Joy, not if he kissed her sister like that.

Then again, if he was stupid enough to tangle with the Bermin sisters, once they finished tearing him a new one, Quince would gut the fucker. He’d waited long enough to take what was his. He frowned down at Stacey. “You want to protect your family, you get away for the weekend. You’re bait, plain and simple.”

“Bait?” She worried her lower lip while glaring daggers at him. “Let me get this straight. You want me to set myself up for Lex, your best friend and pride leader, and trust that you’ll protect my brother and sisters while I’m gone? Are you insane?”

“You’ll do it.”

“I should just tell Miles you’re here. He can handle this.”

“If you do, I’m going to hurt him, and it’ll be your fault.” She paled, and he continued. “I don’t give a rat’s ass about you Bermins. Far as I’m concerned, you can stay out here forever. I want Lex, and he wants you. You’re the only chink in his armor, and I’m going to exploit it. Whether you’re willing or not.” He growled low.

She growled back. “You touch one hair on my brother’s head, I’ll kill you myself.” The scent of anger and fear grew thick.

“Dream on, princess.” Female cats were lethal, and Quince had learned early on never to underestimate the prettier sex. But nothing stepped in his way unless he allowed it. He’d be damned if he’d let even Joy’s sister stop him from making things right. “You refuse to play along and I’ll have no choice but to deal with Miles. If he knows I’m involved, he won’t stop until we tangle. He’s a hothead, and I don’t have time to play with him. I’ll put him out of commission, step over his broken body and finish with Lex. Now wouldn’t it be easier to keep Miles out of this until I’m done and gone?”

She fumed but had to know he was right. “Oh, fine. Miles can’t know. But the pride can—”

“Fuck up everything. Burke Chastell has a hard-on for injustice.”

“Somebody should.”

He wanted to smile at her refusal to back down but kept his face expressionless. “No way he’ll let me hang around your little town while I deal with Lex.”

“So Lex really is here?” She sounded uneasy, as well she should. “Why the hell should I believe any of this? Why would you go against Lex anyway? You and he are thick as thieves.”

The very image he’d striven so hard to project. “You want the truth?”

“Yes, damn it.” She curled her fists, and he knew he’d started to win her over.

“Lex has involved Hunters in the takeover of the pride. Now I might like being in charge, sure.” Actually, he hated it. He wanted everything to go back to the way it had been when Michael had been in charge. “But I don’t tolerate Hunters. You can believe that.”

Hunters—the Capitol H kind—killed Ac-taw. They were humans who knew shapeshifters existed and lived only to hunt and murder what they couldn’t understand.

Stacey backed away and hit the sink. “I have to tell the others.”

“You can’t. If word gets out to the wrong people, I’m fucked. And without me, you and your family don’t have a prayer of staying out of Lex’s hands. Think about it. There’s more than just danger to you and yours. There are pregnant females in the Cougar Falls Pride. Wouldn’t Lex just love to send a message using one of them?”

“Jesus, Quince. You wouldn’t hurt a breeding female.”

“I wouldn’t, no. But I think we both know Lex will do whatever he feels like. He couldn’t give a shit about the pride here. He wants you, and he wants Miles to suffer. So he’ll use Hunters, rogue Ac-taw, the idiot cats from our pride, whatever he needs to win in the end.” He gauged her silence and let out a deep breath. Finally, she’d come to her senses. “You go ahead and tell the pride I’m here. Before you know it, Lex will know he’s got a problem. He’ll probably find me and beat me down before I can shore up my reserves. And then you’ll be right back in a shit sandwich, never knowing when Lex will attack. And he will.”

She folded her arms around her middle and hugged herself, yet she never looked away from him. She was as strong and domineering as her stubborn brother.

He pressed his case. “If I don’t stop Lex now, you’ll always be in danger, never knowing when he’ll attack or who might get hurt. So which way do we do this, Stacey? Alert your brother and lose him? Give Lex the advantage? Or do what I tell you and let me handle it? Your call.”

She could be a handful, but Stacey Bermin had a brain. He watched her consider her options and wasn’t surprised when she snarled at him.

“Fuck. Fine.”

He blinked, not having heard her swear before.

“But let me tell you something, cat. You hurt my family or the pride here at all, just one little bit, and I’ll make you pay. One way or the other. I can promise you that.” The feline slit of her pupil warned of her cat’s need to protect.

And that fury reminded him so much of Joy that he softened without meaning to.

“So we good?” he asked gruffly.

“As if.” She blew out a loud breath and blinked quickly, but she couldn’t quite hide the sheen of tears there. “So I just need to prance around by myself and wait, is that it?”

Without a word, he dug into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief that he handed to her.

She took it, used it and tossed it back at him. Then she patted her hair and gave him a false smile. “Well, Quince?” She opened her mouth to say something else, but an odd expression crossed her face.

“What?”

She surprised him by taking a step closer. The scent of her fear had completely faded. If he wasn’t mistaken, he sensed amusement. “I’m still waiting for my instructions, oh great leader.”

He didn’t trust her complacence but didn’t want to question his good luck. After giving her instructions, he ended with another warning to keep her mouth shut.

“Sure thing, boss. I wouldn’t want to make you mad. You might kill my whole family while we sleep.” She took a slow step back, keeping her left foot poised before lowering it again.

He looked down and swore. He picked up the bracelet that must have fallen out of his pocket when he’d handed her the handkerchief. With a jerky motion, he shoved it back in.

The sly grin on her face made it worse. Hell, he could feel his cheeks heat. Quince cleared his throat, wishing she didn’t know what that bracelet meant, but by the look of evil delight on her face, he had a bad feeling she knew. “Remember, don’t tell anyone I was here.”

“Not even Joy?” she asked with wide-eyed innocence.

He ignored her. Hopefully, she’d forget all about the ugly little bead bracelet Joy had given him years ago, a treasure he’d never been able to let go. Just his luck her sister would recognize it and understand its significance—a mating gift he fully intended to give back, just as soon as he claimed the stubborn cat.

“Not a word, Stacey. I’m not kidding. If Lex knows about me, you and your family are as good as dead.”

Her smiled disappeared. “I know.”

He nodded and moved swiftly to the back of the store. After a moment, he let himself out, careful to keep to the back alleys. The Hunter’s mist masking his scent would last a few more hours. So long as he could avoid any of the townsfolk, he’d be golden.

Now to set his trap.

Dean made it to Whitefish hours later, after ensuring that Monty would watch over Stacey. As much as he wanted to trust the hellion to take care of herself, he feared that in her current frame of mind, she’d disregard her safety just to spite him.

As he drove around town, he wondered what the hell he’d been thinking. Touching Stacey had never been in the cards. Sure he could fantasize and dream about her. But actually kissing her and holding her had been worse than stupid. For the past three hours he’d done nothing but relive that kiss. Harboring a crush on a conceited cat who wanted nothing more than to leave Cougar Falls in her rearview was asking for heartache. Trouble, asking for trouble. No hearts involved.

Dean scowled and pulled into the lot of Chastell Tours. He didn’t feel anything more for Stacey Bermin than a bad case of lust. And who wouldn’t? Anything with a Y chromosome responded to her. Even little kids walked right up to her for a good glimpse of that smile in full wattage.

He parked and slammed out of his truck, more than annoyed he couldn’t stop thinking of her. Despite their many run-ins—where she insulted him and he snapped back at her—those slight instances of sadness or vulnerability she’d shown had grabbed him and refused to let go. He continued to think there might be something deeper to the shallow cat who cared only about fashion and her own neck. He wanted to believe she loved her family, not because they were an extension of Stacey, but because she truly cared about them. And after kissing her, he needed to know he lusted after a woman with real feelings, not a superficial looker with nothing more than survival on her mind.

He sighed and walked into the office that should have been empty.

Grady had the Chapel group out today and the Benjamins weren’t due until eight Monday morning, giving him plenty of time to ready the cabins, go over the trail once more and get his shit together before the trip next week. There should have been nothing and no one to interfere with his downtime.

Yet Stacey sat next to Rachel, Burke’s mate, while Burke chatted with Monty. A huge lunch spread covered the table on which their brochures and pamphlets normally lay.

Monty noticed him first and greeted him with a wide, toothy grin. “Hey there, Dean. Look who brought lunch.”

Stacey batted her eyes and gave Dean a demure smile—one that gave him the proverbial finger without lifting her pretty little hand.

“Okay, who died?”

“Dean.” Rachel smothered a laugh. “Stacey wanted to say thank you for all we’ve done to help her and her family.”

“Ri-ight. So why is she here and not safe at home at the ranch?” He directed his question to his brother. “You know, keeping out of sight and not inviting trouble to come knocking at the door?”

Burke, bless him, gave him a straight answer. “Stacey’s going out with you this weekend.”

The silence in the room was deafening.

“What?”

Rachel answered, “I caught Miss Sneaky buying supplies at the store. She had a pack, clothes and enough food for a week.” Rachel shot Stacey a frown that Stacey ignored. “She said she wanted some space and didn’t think Miles would agree.”

“So she’d just slip away and let us worry?” Dean stared at Stacey, confused. This didn’t seem right.

Stacey started to respond. “I—”

Rachel interrupted. “That’s what I said. But she didn’t want to be a problem and take us away from work. And I get that, but I told her we’d worry if she didn’t have protection.”

Not to mention Miles would have a friggin’ conniption.

“So why is she heading out?”

“She,” Stacey interrupted, “wants a chance to run. Rachel thinks the best way to make that happen is if I go see what you tour guides do and how you do it.”

Bullshit. “Why?”

Burke spoke up. “It’s not a bad idea, actually. I figure we’ll keep her out of sight and out of mind while we tighten up security at home. Besides, I heard some chatter about strangers nosing around town, so we’re going to look into that while you’re gone.”

Stacey nodded, but the innocent look on her face didn’t mesh with the devious cat Dean knew and didn’t trust.

“Besides,” Rachel added. “Stacey’s thinking about doing some design work for outdoor adventure. A fun women’s line that’s fashionable and serviceable. I think it’s a great idea.” Rachel patted her stomach, now starting to show at four months along. “I hate looking like a Yeti when I’m camping. All those bulky sweaters in greens and browns, clunky boots and thick jeans at the mercantile are beyond manly.”

“Sad but true.” Stacey nodded. “The clothing—and I use that term loosely—that’s available in your quaint little town is outdated and downright ugly. Your poor women are shopping online, for God’s sake. I’m thinking I might bridge that gap.”

None of what she said made sense to Dean. “So why does she have to come out with me? Come Monday morning, I’m guiding a family of seven along the Forester Trail on Big Mountain. I’m checking it over this weekend.” He looked at Stacey. “I’m camping out overnight at a primitive site. No bathrooms, no toilets. Me, fully human, enjoying nature in all its glory.” Actually they had cabins, but he really didn’t want her along.

Stacey smiled. “No problem. I’ll pretend I’m a camper and adjust the fit of the clothes I picked up today.” He was amazed she said that without a sneer. “My cat really does need to stretch out. I’m going a little stir crazy at the ranch.”

He turned back to Burke. “This makes no sense. She’s safer at home with the pride.” In Whitefish, away from other Ac-taw, she’d be a sitting duck.

“Actually, away from us, she’s a smaller target.” Monty just had to stick his canine sense in the mix. “You know the woods like the back of your hand. They aren’t looking out there. Any eyes Lex might have will be on the ranch.”

“Thanks, Monty,” Dean said between gritted teeth.

“Sure.” Monty grinned.

This plan was the most asinine thing he’d ever heard. But before he could refuse, Burke cut in. “Considering Miles wants to rip you open and feast on your entrails, I’d suggest you use the weekend to rethink this feud you have going on with him.”

“I’d already planned to be gone this weekend. But not with her.”

Burke talked over him. “Yeah, the more I think about it, the more I like the idea. We’ll make it look like she’s still at the ranch while you two take a hike.” Burke narrowed his gaze. “And for all the shit I’ve been dealing with on account of the gray wolves, you really need to be on my good side right now.”

Dean looked to Monty for backup, but the wolf gave a subtle shake of his head.

Burke growled, “Rafe Sheridan is more than pissed. He wants your head on a platter.”

The new leader of the Gray Wolf Order was trying, but his wolves lacked discipline. “Not my fault they don’t understand boundaries.”

“Dean, you shaved Ivan’s head. That’s more than kicking his ass. That’s humiliating him, which makes the entire order look weak.”

Monty bit his lip.

“It’s not funny,” Burke snarled.

Rachel patted his back. “That’s right. It’s not.” She paused, then burst out laughing. “It’s hilarious. I heard one of the silver foxes got him drunk and painted a target on his head. When he woke up the next morning, the raptors were flying and dropping things on him, hoping to hit the bullseye before he realized what they’d done. Genius.”

Monty joined her, and even Stacey chuckled.

Burke didn’t so much as twitch. “So you, Dean, brother of mine, are going to do whatever the hell I tell you to, because I’m dealing with a pissed off cat and aggravated wolves—plural—who are up to here with your pranks.” Burke lifted his hand to his forehead.

Monty rubbed his chin, then lifted his hand above his head. “Actually, Burke, I think it’s up to here. That’s not high enough.”

Burke’s eyes changed, flashing thin pupils before they grew round once more. “You want to join him?”

“No, no. I’m good.” Monty cleared his throat. “Stacey’s gear is all packed up and ready to go.” He pointed toward a backpack in the corner. “And I loaded yours up too, Dean. Well, what I could manage to find after Miles trashed your room.”

Stacey frowned. “That’s so juvenile.”

Dean growled, “Yeah. Totally.”

“I would have waited to pounce on you later, when you least expected it. Mussing your room is an unsophisticated form of revenge.”

Dean just looked at her. “Oh? And how would you do it, princess?” He gave her a suggestive leer. “Or do I already know?”

“And that’s our cue to leave. We’re gone.” Burke gently tugged Rachel to follow him. “Take good care of her, Dean. Monty’s on call while you’re out. He’ll be manning the office. Grady and I will be home taking care of things.” Protecting the pride and the pregnant females from possible threats.

“Yep. You need anything, radio me.” Monty sat back behind a huge desk and started in on the plate of food he’d helped himself to.

Dean watched his brother and sister-in-law leave. He glanced at the man literally wolfing down roast beef, ham and a mountain of potato salad. Then he turned to Stacey, who watched him without blinking an eye.

“Okay, what the hell is really going on?” he asked.

When she smiled and offered him a plate of food, he knew he was in trouble, because he wasn’t hungry for meat, but for the blonde holding the plate.

Chapter Three

Saturday morning, Stacey gripped her pack straps and stepped where Dean stepped, bringing up the rear of their two-man party. The night had been a living hell. Sleeping on the ground when feline was tolerable, but as a human? Her hips were sore and her butt felt numb. Though the summer weather made the days tolerable, nights in Montana were chilly at best.

Dean, to her chagrin, seemed to sleep like a baby while she tossed and turned in a sleeping bag not fit for a child. And then she’d had to take care of business in the woods. There was no water to drink or wash with but what she carried, and the stench of their makeshift fire had carried into her clothing. She wanted to run screaming to her hairdresser, but she’d left that life behind weeks ago.

A normal Saturday morning in Miami consisted of a nonfat latte and plans for the evening—as in, which man would be lucky enough to be her date to whatever boring nightclub she’d agreed to attend—and design time. Stacey liked to use her Saturdays to sketch new clothes and think outside the box. Her fun, creative spans gave her some ease from the stresses of running the business side of things that Miles didn’t manage from Monday through Friday.

Truth to tell, she’d much rather spend her weekends with her sketchpad or sewing machine dreaming up fashion. That or curling up with a good book. But her so-called friends, those darlings of society who kept her purse fat and happy, liked being seen with her. They bought the pieces she wore at the clubs, and they spread the word about her designs.

The men were a necessity. Accessories to dress up her solitude. A small part of her always hoped one of them might break her string of predictable, two-dimensional dates. Inevitably, they’d pressure her for sex, flatter her until she felt ill or show her off like a prize poodle.

She sighed.

“Keep up, your highness,” Dean said with cheer. The idiot started whistling and increased his stride through the well-traveled trail.

Dear God, they’d already walked three miles this morning. When could they shift and run as cats? She needed four feet, not two. Her boots were killing her.

She wanted so badly to complain, but she didn’t want to give Dean the satisfaction of being right about her.

He stopped so suddenly she plowed into his backpack. “Oomph.”

He turned around with a smile. “Sorry. Thought I heard something.”

“Like what?”

“Heavy breathing, a little grumbling, maybe. I’m not sure.” His eyes twinkled.

As annoyed as she felt, Stacey couldn’t help wanting to smile with him. God, a man this aggravating shouldn’t be this charming. She poked him in the chest, pleased when he grunted, and walked around him. While she followed the clear trail, her cat scratched at her mental guards to go free and hunt. The scent of deer and rabbit tantalized and her nose twitched. But reminders that Lex’s cats might be near kept her head clear of everything but Quince’s orders.

She snorted. The cat thought he could command her. How little he knew her. Stacey had agreed to be bait because she wanted to deal with Lex on her own terms. Screw Quince. If he thought she was worried about Miles, he could jump off a— Okay. So she worried about her brother. Miles let his anger get the best of him when it came to Quince, and she knew why.

Miles and Quince had been tight once. Best friends, until Quince’s responsibilities under their pride leader had taken his time. Miles had focused more on business, but they’d always been friends. For Quince to turn against the pride and take Lex’s side over Michael’s had hurt. Especially considering Miles’s clear loyalty to Michael and the well-being of the pride.

But Stacey still didn’t know exactly what to make of Quince. He’d had one of Joy’s pieces, her pride and joy during her jewelry-making days. She’d only given her bracelets out to loved ones. Yet Quince had one, and he’d obviously carried it around. The little threaded bracelet appeared worn and carried his scent all over it. He kept it in his pocket?

She had a bad feeling the man had a thing for Joy. Come to think of it, he and Joy had always seemed to rub each other the wrong way.

Kind of the way she and Dean argued.

An immediate remembrance of their kiss flared to life, and her entire body tingled. That rush of adrenaline when they fought had translated all too easily to passion. Is that what Quince felt for Joy? And if so, did that mean Dean felt something similar for her?

Horrified at the thought, she forced it from her mind. But that left her free to worry about Lex and Quince. She’d have to ditch Dean out here somewhere, and in a way that would keep him from looking for her. For all that he acted like he couldn’t stand her sometimes, he had as big a protective streak as his older brothers. But with Lex, Quince and a bunch of cats with confusing loyalties all roaming the forest, she didn’t want to take a chance with Dean’s safety.

Once she took care of Dean, then what? Quince had said he’d handle Lex. But would he be any better a leader? Just because he had a crush on Joy didn’t make him a hero. Far from it, considering how he’d turned on their pride leader in the first place.

“You okay? You worry me when you’re quiet.” Dean touched her shoulder, and that easily, arousal flared to life within her.

“I’m fine. Great. Just love this mountain air.” What she wouldn’t give for a whiff of her lemongrass aromatherapy as she basked in a mud wrap while Inga worked her shoulders.

She took her canteen out and drank, thirsty and tired, though she’d be damned if she’d admit it.

“Slow down.” He eased the canteen from her mouth and caught a drop of water off her lip. The sensual glide of his thumb over her mouth gave her goose bumps. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

His concern made it even harder to not want him. Even though he’d backed away from her like she had the plague yesterday, he looked anything but disinterested right now.

She coughed and took a subtle step back. “I hate to break it to you, but I can handle myself. I spent most of my life dealing with the urban jungle. Your little trek through the woods is nothing compared to summers in Miami.”

He tilted his head and stared at her.

“What?”

“So you’re loving this trek, eh?” The dimple that winked on his cheek made her heart race. “Gee, Stacey. And here I’d pegged you for a comfort and resort kind of gal. I can’t wait to tell Maggie that we can add your name to the list.”

“What list?”

“The girls are going camping in a few weeks. It’s a real fun trip they make once a quarter. Camping out under the stars, a campfire, roasting marshmallows. No men or civilization for a full weekend. Sounds right up your alley.”

Inwardly, she groaned. She already had withdrawal from the cell phone she’d been forced to leave behind at the pride. “Sure.”

Dean beamed. “Yeah. Just think. You can ask them all kinds of questions about how they like their clothes to fit while roughing it.” He paused. “What a great idea. I’ll make sure to mention it to Maggie and Julia. Oh, Gabby too.”

I’m sure you will.

“I’d tell Rachel,” he continued, “but she likes to spend her time off at the local spa. Not like you.”

The bastard didn’t believe her for a second. He could obviously see the sweat and dismay written all over her face. She hated being dirty when human. Even as a feline she spent an inordinate amount of time grooming. But she did like to shift into her animal soul and lose herself in nature, feeling the earth beneath her paws, catching the scent of prey on the wind.

Followed, of course, by a day being pampered at an exclusive resort. She had a feeling she wouldn’t get the spa treatment after this weekend.

Dean chucked her chin as if she were a three year old and walked away a few steps to confer with Monty via his HF radio. He signed off while she finished resting her tired muscles. God, she missed the familiar comfort of her heels.

“One more mile until we hit our change spot.” Where they’d shed their packs, clothes and skin, and haul ass, catamount style.

“Finally.”

Dean chuckled before setting out at another grueling pace. While he walked ahead of her, Stacey remained conscious of the scents and sounds around her. Though her human form dulled what her cat could pick up, she sensed enough to know they weren’t being followed. At least the sight of Dean’s tight ass took some of the sting from her craptastic weekend.

They arrived at an open area surrounded by trees. No larger than the size of two of the ranch’s large cabins, the site had a picnic table, a stone ring for a fire and tiny cabins spaced evenly around the camp.

Dean followed her gaze. “Yep. Primitive. No sinks or toilets. No hot water, no feather beds. Just a few cots and protection from rain and snow.” Dean winked at her before dropping his pack on the picnic table.

While he fiddled with the pack, she dropped her own to the ground and sat on the picnic bench. Her shoulders ached, her feet hurt, a trickle of sweat ran between her breasts and she had to pluck the back of her shirt from her shoulder blades.

“Okay, Stace.”

“That’s Stace-ee, with a Y.”

“This is our home base. We’re going to leave our things here and carry on, on foot, for a few miles more.”

“Oh God. Why?” She couldn’t contain the whine.

He shrugged. “I have an itchy feeling we’re not alone. Just humor me, okay?”

She sat up straight, her eyes wide. “Why? What have you smelled or seen that I haven’t?” Her voice dropped and her heart raced. Was Lex here already? How stupid that she’d thought she could ditch Dean before Lex found her. What if Dean got hurt? What if Lex killed him?

He crossed to her in two strides. “It’s okay, honey. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She took control of her runaway emotions, cursing herself for letting Dean scent her fear. “I’m not worried,” she said in as proud a tone as she could manage.

He rolled his eyes. “Of course not. It’s exciting to have a perverted son of a bitch panting after your fine body.”

She flushed at the backhanded praise. “Of course I’m concerned. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

He stared at her.

“Burke would be upset, and I’d be blamed.”

He scowled.

Pleased to have gotten the last word, she asked, “So where are we going for a few miles more?” She cast a last, lingering look toward the cabin nearest them.

“To check on a place not far from here. It’ll be safer to shift there, out of sight.” He took their packs into a cabin and returned after checking on the rest of the site. His seriousness and competency surprised her. She was used to charming, lazy, tricky Dean. She’d never before seen him so focused on a project. He hiked like a champ and knew his way around the equipment. She found his proficiency oddly attractive.

“Come on, princess.” Dean straightened, slapped his hands together and quickened his pace away from their home base after clipping the radio to his belt. “A mile and a half max and we’ll be there.”

They walked in silence. Stacey wondered what Dean thought about while they traveled. He’d never been a chatty cat, but he did like conversation. Was he being quiet because of possible predators tracking them? Or did he not want to talk to her? The latter hurt, because she liked arguing with him as much as she liked talking to him.

After a good mile, Dean pulled her off the path toward a darkened area leading to what looked like a cave at the bottom of the small hill.

“Where are we going? What’s down here?”

Dean didn’t answer. He hauled her with him and hurried into the cave. They moved deep enough that the sunlight had been eaten by the darkness inside. Only her enhanced night vision allowed her to see Dean.

He pushed her against the cold rock wall and crowded her space. “Okay. I’ve played along. Now how ’bout you tell me what the hell you’re really doing out here?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean.” Her heart raced a mile a minute. Oh hell, where was her anger when she needed it? For some strange reason, she couldn’t stop thinking about their shared kiss from yesterday.

“You’ve been looking over your shoulder all morning. You’re twitchy, nervous and have the smallest touch of fear clinging to your skin. What’s up?” Dean pressed her for answers. “I may look stupid, but I’m not. What has you worried?” His gruffness faded when she put a hand on his chest. He captured it with his own and nuzzled her cheek. “Tell me, baby. I’ll help you deal with it. I promise.”

She lost herself in his scent, the pure animal grace buried under the smooth skin of a man in his prime. Dean might wear a man’s form most of the time, but he was all cat. Toying with her like prey, getting her to lower her guard while his scent and the feel of him wrapped around her like a trap…for some strange reason, it made him all that much more appealing.

“It’s…I… Don’t…” she rasped, her thoughts lost in a haze of overwhelming desire.

“God, you smell good.” He licked her neck and nipped at her skin. She couldn’t do more than respond when his hand cupped her breast. “And you feel like heaven.” The low rumble of his cat turned her on so badly she wasn’t sure she’d ever turn off. Not without his help.

“Go away, hillbilly.” She tried. She really did. But the breathy entreaty didn’t sway the overgrown cat. She blinked into golden eyes blazing with need.

“Away? Hell no. Not when your scent is screaming at me to get closer.”

She cursed her inability to remain unaffected. But so close, she couldn’t pretend she disdained him, not the male her cat had stupidly declared her own years ago. Stacey had been fighting herself for years, but at some point, she’d known she would need to get Dean out of her system. Sure they had chemistry. He was easy on the eyes. But not only did they not suit, he chased after anything in a skirt.

Before she could say anything, he stepped closer.

“Wait a minute. Stop.” She intended to push him away, but the moment her palms brushed his large biceps, her fingers curled around his arms and refused to let go.

“Oh yeah. I like your hands on me.” Dean purred low in his chest. “I want you to touch me all over.”

“Don’t you want to know what’s wrong?” She tilted her head back and shivered when he kissed his way down to her collarbone. “W-why I’m so nervous?”

“It can wait. ’Til after.”

After he screwed her brains out. She knew the sex between them would be dynamite. Yet another reason to stay far away from Dean Chastell. Stacey didn’t do second place, and she wouldn’t stand for being left behind by a tomcat who’d already cut a swath through much of Cougar Falls. But all the sense in the world couldn’t turn her away from him right now. She wanted him in the worst way.

God, it had been so long since she’d been with a man. So long since she’d found anyone her cat and the woman found pleasing. She let him kiss her, accepted the stroke of his fingers over her breast, the knee riding between her legs, pressing up against her.

She moaned and he deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers until there was no question of who was in control. For the first time in her life, Stacey let a man take charge, and her cat purred against him.

His fingers left her breasts and moved down her belly to the snap of her jeans. She clutched his shoulders, feeling faint. Her desire had reached an all new high. His leg pressed up against her clit, and then he rotated his knee, grinding into her.

“Oh yeah. You smell so sweet, princess. Like candy I’m going to eat up. One lick at a time.”

She shivered, ensnared by the predator looking down at her like he owned her, everything forgotten but the hunger to have Dean inside her, filling her up.

A faint noise at the mouth of the cave intruded, the sound of something creeping closer.

Between one kiss and the next, Dean pushed her back and darted for the cave’s entrance. She’d never seen anyone move so fast, and if she hadn’t been Ac-taw, she would have missed his shift completely. In one fluid movement, he ripped through his clothes and turned into a russet-and-gold mountain lion.

He attacked in silence, but the yowl that escaped their intruder warned he’d hit feline flesh. The cat swiped at Dean with claws but didn’t do more than rake a slight trail of blood. Dean had the cat’s neck in his powerful jaws and wasn’t letting go.

Stunned to immobility, Stacey willed away the shock and started on the buttons of her blouse, determined to help, when the cat under Dean meowed a name Stacey wished she’d never heard.

Talk about complicated. She stopped unbuttoning her shirt. “Hell. Dean, let him go.”

Dean didn’t move. If anything, his mouth tightened around the throat of the large catamount beneath him.

“Dean, let him go.” Stacey swallowed hard. “He’s not here to hurt us.” I don’t think.

It took a moment, but Dean released the cat and stepped back. Then he prodded the other cat using the mental link most Ac-taw shared, the way they communicated when in their animal forms.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked the cat, slapping him with a large paw.

“Ow! Damn it. Stop it.” The cat batted at Dean to stop. “My name is Jeremy. We’re watching out for you two.”

“Who is we?” Dean turned to her, his golden eyes narrowed. He snapped his tail, and she knew the time had come to tell the truth. Sort of.

“We involves Quince, Lex’s right-hand man. Quince and Lex are battling for the pride, and I agreed to draw Lex’s guys out so Quince could take him. He’ll end the threat against my family and take care of the danger to all of us.”

“And you didn’t think I should know?”

Dean’s fury poured from him in a low growl and the musky scent of danger.

The cat under him stilled, not moving a muscle. Stacey could only stare, never having seen this side of Dean before.

“First of all, you weren’t even supposed to be here. I tried heading out by myself. And Quince told me not to say anything.”

Dean hissed.

She took a step back and flushed, annoyed she’d instinctively backed down. “Quince said you wouldn’t agree to the plan, that you’d involve the pride and take away the element of the surprise. We needed to keep Quince’s involvement quiet so we can lure Lex out and take care of him, once and for all.”

“Yeah,” Jeremy agreed. “Damn, Chastell. Go easy with the fangs next time.” Bloody gouges marred his neck and flank. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I saw you two head in here and wanted to make sure you were okay. What with Lex involving Hunt—”

“Hungry predators out for blood,” Stacey interrupted. Oh wow. She hadn’t thought things would go from bad to worse. Quince had mentioned Lex had involved Hunters in pride politics. He hadn’t said anything about them being out here. If he had, she would have involved the pride, Miles and every Ac-taw in the vicinity, regardless of Quince’s warning.

She gave Jeremy a look he couldn’t miss. Dean could barely handle Quince’s involvement. If he knew Hunters were out here, he’d lose it for sure. It was all Stacey could do not to break down screaming. “We have allies watching our backs.”

“And what about the pride? Who’s watching them while we’re out here?” Dean looked from Stacey to Jeremy and back again. “Don’t tell me. More of Quince’s cats, eh? I can’t believe Miles went along with this bullshit.”

She glanced down and fiddled with her shirt.

“Jesus. You didn’t tell him either? What’s with this Quince character?” Under him, Jeremy shifted and tried to move. “Why are you trusting him, but not your own family? Not your new pride?”

She should have corrected him about Cougar Falls being her new pride, but the anger and hurt radiating from his deadly frame gave her pause.“I only did it because—”

“Because you don’t trust me to protect you. I know.” The bitter twist to his words burrowed deep. She felt an odd drop in her belly, as if she’d tumbled off a cliff. Uncomfortable and painful, because she’d hurt Dean. Really hurt him.

“That’s not it. I’m responsible for all this. Lex wants me. I should be the one to take the brunt of the danger, so the others can be safe.”

“Fuck that.” Dean snarled, and Jeremy again froze. Dean glanced down at him. “How many of you are out there?”

“Two dozen.”

“Good. Keep us in your sights but not too close. You don’t let a thing happen to her, got it?”

“Right.”

“Any sign of Lex yet?”

“His guys are about half a day south and moving closer. They’re going four-footed and keeping a low profile. The eagles you have circling have already spotted them.”

“Good.” Dean flashed his teeth.

“Eagles?” she asked.

Dean looked at her. “You didn’t think we’d just wander all over the mountain without backup? We have a few raptors and wolves around, just in case we need help,” he said, directing the warning Jeremy’s way.

“We’re here to help. I swear.”

“If you’re lying, I’ll rip your throat out myself.” Dean blew out a breath. “Keep me updated. Lex moves, I want to know where he is and how long he’s been gone.”

“Sure. Right.” Jeremy meowed. “Can I go now?”

Dean blinked down at his paw gripping Jeremy’s leg. “Yeah. Get gone.” He lifted his claws from the cat’s fur and they watched as Jeremy tore out of the cave.

Stacey didn’t know what to think. She’d never seen Dean so furious, so intimidating or so domineering. The lazy, tricky feline had turned into someone else entirely. Her cat couldn’t have been happier. The finicky beast inside her wanted her to shift, lift her tail and prepare to be mounted by the jerk glaring at her like his next meal.

A nightmare of epic proportions.

“What?” she snapped, hiding her confusion. “I did what I thought was right. I’m protecting my family, and I’m not putting any of you in harm’s way. So what if I might be in danger? Oh, wait. You’re angry because Lex now threatens your furry ass, is that it?” She was being totally unfair about it, and she knew it. But how else could she have handled all this?

Always being on alert, worried for her family and the pride, and missing the familiar day-to-day of work—the only thing that kept her grounded most of the time—wore on a girl. Not to mention her constant sexual awareness of a cat who’d never be able to give her what she needed. Hell, half the time he acted like he hated her. The other half, Dean tolerated her with leers or suggestive comments.

Good old Stacey. Good for a fuck but not much else.

Story of my friggin’ life. She glared at him, waiting for another verbal attack.

She didn’t expect him to plunk his ass down on the hard ground and meow up at her.

“Huh?”

He lifted his head and waited, motioning her near.

She took a hesitant step forward, angry at herself for acting timid in front of him. Scrounging up her nerve, she reached him and placed her hands on her hips, hoping she seemed more aggravated than nervous. “Well, Chastell? What now?”

He nudged her to pet him. She did, not knowing what else to do. The feel of his soft fur under her hand started to soothe her. She watched him enjoy her touch, and something inside her softened. Like this, she could pretend Dean liked her. The man disappeared in the feline sitting so close. Acceptance warmed her from the inside out as she knelt and rubbed behind his ears. She scratched her nails along his back in a repetitive rhythm that had him purring up a storm.

“Don’t let this go to your head, but you’re actually a very attractive cat. If you’d stay like this forever, I might consider you good enough to make a house pet. What do you think of that?” she asked with a smile, imagining Dean at her condo in Miami, lazing in the sun while she worked on her designs.

He licked her face with a little too much force and she stumbled back onto her butt. He was over her in seconds and transformed back into a man, effectively caging her between his hard, warm body and the ground. His arms were like tree trunks rooted on either side of her head, and if she wasn’t mistaken, something long and hard prodded her belly.

Chapter Four

“I think being your pet would have its perks. I’d see you every day, and we’d play together.”

“Play?” She tried to squeeze her legs tight, knowing he’d likely smell what he did to her.

He inhaled, and she felt her cheeks heat. “Oh yeah. Play.”

“So you’re not mad anymore?”

He didn’t answer, but his eyes darkened. “Play. We’d start with me licking you all over.”

“Dean.” His name didn’t come out at all like a warning, but like an invitation she couldn’t resist.

“Let’s try it, hmm?”

He kissed her cheek and followed with a brief touch of his tongue. Then he did the same to her other cheek. Her forehead. Her chin. He moved to her mouth, and the desire in his eyes stole her breath. “What do you say, princess? How about you give me some of that sweet cream you’ve been hiding? For your little pussycat.”

Dean watched her eyes as he unbuttoned her jeans. He unzipped them and pushed them down her legs. In a hurried move, he whisked her shoes, socks, jeans and panties from her body. “Now your shirt and bra. Take ’em off.”

Worries about Hunters, Quince and Lex faded next to the wave of desire crashing over her. She was going to do it. Stacey was going to have sex with Dean Chastell.

But it wouldn’t mean anything, she reminded herself. Just putting this to rest so she could scratch sex with Dean off her to-do list.

“You do it, hillbilly,” she dared him.

His grin should have warned her. He ripped the buttons off her blouse as the shirt came off and had her bra open and gone in seconds. Then he latched onto her nipple and sucked a small shriek out of her.

“Shh, quiet. Don’t want Quince’s cats to come in here investigating.” He winked down at her and angled his cock so that it rested between her thighs. He felt so hot, so thick. She wiggled her hips as he sucked her other nipple, pulling a moan from her.

“That’s it. Put that sweet cream all over me.” Dean ground against her, his pelvis mashing her clit while his cock slid between her folds. “You smell so good. I’ve been dreaming about this,” he murmured.

His mouth moved from her breasts down her belly, past the thin strip of hair over her mound. He pushed her legs farther apart and used his thumbs to part her folds. He stared at her down there for a moment before meeting her gaze.

“I’m going to eat you until you scream. Then I’m going to fuck you hard, princess. No more teasing. No more waiting. It’s time.”

He didn’t give her a chance to protest—not that she would have. He sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down with enough pressure to shoot her into orbit. Like a firecracker, she came so hard she saw stars. But the stubborn cat wouldn’t stop. He continued to lap her up, licking with that tongue that didn’t know how to quit. And he purred while he did it, the masculine rumble filling her with pleasure, because she knew he truly enjoyed tasting her.

She should have been embarrassed that she’d come so easily, but she wasn’t. The cat inside her rolled and stretched, loving the attention of a worthy mate.

“God, that’s so good,” she moaned and gripped his hair. She wanted more, but with him inside her this time. “Again.”

He kissed her clit and her thighs and eased up from her, still in a crouch. “Oh, baby, you bet your ass again.”

Before he could lower himself to her once more, she scratched his shoulders. “Inside me this time.”

He gave her a look that made her tingle all over. “Don’t worry. I’ll come inside you. But not yet. Not until I say it’s time.”

Stacey wanted to argue, but she liked him telling her what to do. A surprise, because she’d never been into dominant men. The few who’d tried, she’d sent packing. But with Dean, it felt…right.

He kissed her clit, this time putting his fingers inside her, stretching her. His tongue felt like heaven and hell, increasing her need while giving her such ecstasy. She felt him with every part of her. Physically and emotionally, and he scared the crap out of her.

“Christ, you’re tight. And so fucking sweet,” Dean growled. “I’m not gonna last.”

She didn’t want him to last. She wanted him inside her. To come and be done, so she could put this behind her, forget him as if he’d never mattered. Because to her chagrin, he did.

He teased her some more, and she writhed over the ground, not caring about the cold or discomfort. Nothing existed for her but Dean and his wild mate-scent. Her cat wanted more. She purred and grunted, snarling inside Stacey to be set free to capture the cagey male.

Stacey was losing her grip on herself as the pleasure spiraled. Her nails lengthened and she felt the spark of change overtake her.

But Dean wouldn’t let her. He rushed over her body, nudged her thighs wider and slammed inside her in one deep, hard thrust, grounding her cat to her woman’s body once more.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it. God, let me have it. All of you. Yes, yes,” he groaned as he took her, pumping with such ferocity she could only lie beneath him and take the delicious pounding.

He ground against her clit with each pass, and when he kissed her and thrust his tongue inside her mouth, invading even there, she exploded.

She arched up as she came, clenching him tight inside.

He ripped his mouth away and shouted, releasing all that warm seed that belonged to her. Dean groaned and shuddered, coming hard. To her shock, he didn’t stop moving. His orgasm blossomed into another, and he kissed her everywhere he could reach as he filled her up.

“Christ. Oh baby. Stacey, honey.” He hugged her tight, and that affection after such an explosive coming together turned her into an emotional mess. The beauty of such togetherness made it hard to think.

They lay there in silence while she dwelled on what had happened. He leaned up from her and swept her hair from her face with gentle hands. He kissed her, his lips lingering and stirring an impossible need for him again.

Then he opened his mouth to say the words that would no doubt spoil it all.

Dean had no idea what he’d planned to say when Stacey placed a finger over his lips.

“Please, don’t. Let me bask in postcoital bliss without you ruining it.”

Postcoital bliss? Why the hell couldn’t the woman just say orgasm? Her familiar arrogance should have annoyed him, but he silently agreed with her. The prickly female would probably take anything he said the wrong way. And after having his circuits fried, he could barely string two intelligible words together anyway. Holy shit, or you blew my fucking mind weren’t the stuff of romance.

But hol-ee crap. Sex with Stacey had been better than anything he’d fantasized. Than anything he’d ever had. His cat purred with contentment, way too close to claiming the female as his own. And wouldn’t that be a colossal mistake. He was still pissed that she’d kept the truth from him, and more for putting herself in danger.

Yet her actions confirmed what he’d always thought. The woman had another side to her than the conceited persona she projected. She truly loved her family. The worry in her gaze, the clear scent of distress at the mention of them in harm’s way, had been real. It soothed a part of him that had worried she might be less on the inside than she was on the outside.

And what an outside. He clutched her tighter against his chest, completely enthralled with her breasts. He could suck on her tits for hours and not be satisfied. Yeah, Dean was a breast man. And she had a real set of perfect on her. Not to mention that honeyed pussy. Licking her had been incredible, not something to be endured to get his own happy ending. He’d come hard.

Inside her.

Without protection.

“Shit.”

“See? I knew you’d ruin it,” she grumbled, sounding like a snarly kitten before she yawned.

“Sorry. I was just worrying about…” He didn’t want to upset her, and he needed time to process what had happened. Stacey might be an aggravating princess, but in his arms, she’d been exactly what he needed. And really, what were the odds she might be pregnant from just this one time? He really shouldn’t screw up his chances for another go-round, one where he’d be more careful, of course.

He glanced down at his hands over her waist and wished he didn’t like the sight of them there so much. Even worse, his cat loved the thought of Stacey bearing his young. For a split second, so did Dean.

“Worried about what?” she asked, her breath warm against his throat. She nuzzled his chest and sighed against him, and his heart did a funny little flip in his chest.

“Uh, about the thought of the pride in danger.”

She tensed, and he stroked her shoulder.

“But if you trust this Quince guy, I guess I can too.” A lie, but the right thing to say because she relaxed.

“I don’t know that I trusted him at first, but I don’t think he’ll hurt me. I’m not so sure about you though.”

“How do you know?” He didn’t like her faith in this guy for several reasons he didn’t want to think too hard about. “You and he have a history or something?”

“With Quince?” The shock in her voice relieved him. “Hell no. He’s got a thing for Joy. You know, your ex-lover?”

Trust the woman to bring up that fiasco. While trying to help his clueless older brother nab the woman he’d been mooning over for months, Dean and Joy had hatched a scheme. They’d posed as lovers to throw his brother into Gabby’s arms. Except the sly woman had managed to turn the tables on them and made Dean and Joy a spectacle in front of the pride. “Ha ha. The thought of Joy and me in any romantic sense gives me hives and you know it.”

“Why? She’s cute.”

“Don’t get defensive. She’s cute, yeah, but so annoying. Always plotting and bossing me around.” He made a face. “Like a miniature Burke, but girlie.”

He could feel her smile against his chest. “So no chemistry there?”

“Don’t ruin my afterglow.”

She chuckled and stroked his shoulders with her nails. He loved the sexy red tips. When he saw them, he envisioned her wrapping those clever fingers around his cock, guiding him toward her mouth…

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She brushed against his erection.

“I can’t help it,” he growled. “You’re sexy, naked, and now I know how you taste. Only a dead man wouldn’t get a hard-on near you.”

“Oh, so it’s my body that has you so excited, hmm?”

He couldn’t put his finger on it, but she sounded less than pleased at his compliment. Women. “That and your stellar personality. That mean thing you have going on just flips my Bic, baby.”

“You’re so romantic.”

“And you’re so in a mess of trouble.” He couldn’t help it. The seriousness of the situation couldn’t be ignored, much as he wanted it to. “What if Lex’s cats get their hands on you? What the hell were you thinking to put yourself in danger and not tell anyone?”

“I didn’t want anyone else hurt.”

He leaned back to look at her. In the dark, her eyes glowed, and he could see the wariness she tried to hide. “Yet here I am, right next to you.”

“I didn’t want you involved either,” she snapped. “But I can’t keep living like this. I don’t like being a prisoner. I can’t go anywhere. My sisters are constantly looking over their shoulders, and my brother is stressed to the max.”

“Oh. So that’s why he’s been so unpleasant…for the past twenty years.”

Her lips twitched.

“Yeah. Try again, princess.” He liked arguing with her while naked. Despite being truly irked about her secrets, he’d never felt so close to her as he did now. God, he was seriously losing it. Ruled by his dick, no question about it. Because if he thought his heart might be involved, he’d run the other way and not look back.

“Okay, so Miles can be hard to swallow.”

“Unlike you,” he purred. “Or me. You should try it.”

She chuckled. “Cut it out. I thought you were mad at me?” She pressed closer, rubbing those lovely breasts against his chest.

“I am. Doesn’t mean I don’t want you.”

“Great. Horny Dean is back. I got to see responsible Dean for a little bit. Some angry Dean. But now it’s you again.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

She sighed. “Nothing. Let’s get up and get dressed.”

In a flash, he rolled her onto her back and gripped her wrists on either side of her head, effectively pinning her to the ground. “Hold on, sweetheart. First we talk about how we’re going to handle Lex and Quince and those asshole cats. Then we figure out how and when we’re going to do this again. ’Cause if you think this was a one-time deal, you are seriously one dumbass blonde.”

Her pupils dilated, which he found interesting. Did she like being held down? Or was it the thought of arguing with him that got her so hot and bothered, because he could smell her arousal flaring up again.

“Quince wants Lex. He doesn’t care about me or you. And he has the hots for Joy.”

He blinked. He’d thought she was joking about that. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Go figure. My meddling older sister and the enemy. How fun.”

“Joy?” Dean didn’t know if he liked that. “I can’t wait to see what Miles thinks of that.”

“Which is why Quince didn’t go to Miles. He came to me. I have a clear head.” Her superiority complex was showing again. “Unlike you males who only think with your dicks—I’m sorry to say—I’m much more pragmatic.”

He wanted to kiss the smirk off her face. “So how do we detect friend from foe?”

“We don’t. I pretend I’m camping with you. We play clueless kitties and let Lex and Quince duke it out.”

“You want me to believe you’re not dying to sink those claws into Lex? Please. I know you, Stacey.”

“Well, I—”

“You’re going to ditch me, ditch Quince and go after Lex on your own. Apparently you’re a man. Because your reasoning is as stupid as us poor saps thinking with our dicks.” He leaned closer and slid inside her once more, unable to resist. “So was this a pity fuck then, Stace? Feeling sorry for me because I’m constantly hard around you?”

She groaned and tried to reach for him, but he held her hands down as he fucked her. He loved handling her, taking control of the bossy feline. As she moaned and clenched tight around him, he watched her take her pleasure, enjoying the changing expressions on her face. He loved being inside her while she came, and before he knew it, he neared his own end.

He tried to withdraw to prevent coming inside her once more, but she wrapped her legs around his back and locked him down against her.

“Stace—I—Oh yeah.” He ground inside her, his cat more than content to give her more of himself. Her nipples raked his chest with each pass, and when she leaned up and nipped his earlobe, he forgot his own name and lost himself in the ecstasy obliterating thought.

He released inside her, giving her everything he had left. Unfortunately, he had a bad feeling he’d also lost a huge chunk of his heart.

After they lay together for a while, he started to feel the cold of the ground against his legs. “Glad I wasn’t on the bottom.”

“Ass,” she snarled, but her sharpness had lost its edge, especially since he remained inside her.

He sighed and withdrew, sated yet still hungry for more of her, which made little sense. She leaned up on her elbows, and the action plumped her breasts.

“Damn. That’s playing dirty.”

“What?”

“I can’t think when I see those.” He stared at her pink nipples and leaned down to take one in his mouth. He licked the taut bud and let go with reluctance. “It’s like I’m addicted.”

There was a moment of silence. A strange, almost yearning look flashed in her eyes before it cleared. “Yeah, that’s what they all say about you,” she said in a snarky tone and shoved him aside.

“Catty much?” Was it wrong that he liked her jealousy?

“Oh shut up.” She rolled to her feet and stood. Stacey kept her arms to her sides, giving him full view of her body. She had no problem with nudity, like most Ac-taw. Then again, with a body like that, why would anyone try to hide it?

She bent to look down at herself and frowned. “Oh man, what a mess. Gimme that.” She motioned to his T-shirt.

He tossed it to her. She used it to wipe the stickiness from between her legs, but she didn’t comment on their lack of protection. He figured if it had been a big deal, she’d have let him know. Stacey wasn’t one for keeping her feelings to herself.

Oddly pleased to see evidence of himself all over her, he tried to keep the satisfaction from his voice. “I don’t give a damn about Quince’s orders. I’m letting Burke know about this.”

“You can’t,” she blurted.

“Uh-huh. And why not?”

“Quince thinks there’s someone in Cougar Falls telling Lex about us. I don’t think it’s anyone in the pride, more likely someone from town spying on the ranch. But we can’t take that chance and tip them off. Lex might disappear, and it’ll be hard to get a shot at him again. I’ll spend more months watching over my shoulder, working in this dinky little town, acting like queen bitch. And who wants that?”

“Good point.”

“I want this over with. I want my life back.” Her voice wavered.

He didn’t think; he reacted. Wrapping her in his arms, he held her against him. He only meant to offer comfort. But holding her put him in a place unlike any other. Sheer contentment, pleasure and arousal mingled to create a feeling he didn’t want to label, not for a troublemaking princess like Stacey.

But he felt it all the same.

He cleared his throat but couldn’t take his arms away from her. “I want you to have your life back too.” The idea of her going back to Miami didn’t bear thinking about, but he wouldn’t allow the threat to her to continue. “I won’t tell Burke, exactly.” But he wouldn’t let the pride fly blind.

He reluctantly let her go and found his radio. Monty answered right away.

“Cabin problems on number two. Need your handyman skills, ASAP. Dean out.” He’d given the code for trouble in case their frequency was being monitored. Now they had to meet a stubborn wolf and fix this mess.

He glanced back at Stacey, lingering on her hourglass figure, full breasts and slender thighs. Her belly needed to be nipped, right after he kissed the worry from her lips.

“Oh man. If I only had a camera.”

She snorted, and the frown on her face disappeared. “Dream on.”

“I will. Especially tonight.” He leered, and instead of scorning him like she usually did, she chuckled.

“So you’re not mad at me anymore?”

“Of course I am. I’m just thinking of ways to make you pay for not telling me about Quince.”

She sauntered to him and gave him a thorough once-over, smirking at his dick, which refused to go completely soft around her. “Like what you see?”

“Am I breathing?” He shook his head. “You’re sexy but slow. Get a move on, blondie.”

She grimaced. “I hate that nickname.”

Dean sneered. “I know.”

She gave him a funny look. “You’re the only man I know who likes annoying me.”

“What can I say? I’m no woman’s lackey. Just because you’re easy on the eyes doesn’t mean you’re easy on the brain. Pretty is as pretty does, baby. And normally, you ain’t all that pretty to me.” He had to keep the woman on her toes, because if she knew how badly she’d shaken him with all this feeling crap, he’d be toast, wrapped around her little finger for life.

“Oh, and today?” The fire in her eyes made his entire body, cat and heart sit up and take notice. “What am I today after giving up the goods?”

He kissed her on the cheek before she could shove him away. “The purtiest woman I ever done seen.” He mentally readied his cat to come to the fore, needing to feel the forest wind through his whiskers. Hell, they both needed to turn. When was the last time Stacey had shifted? “I had no idea you had it in you. I mean, you dressed like a hooker yesterday. But I didn’t think you could actually back it up. And holy crap, did you ever.”

She gaped. “That is the most insulting thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Why? Because I said you’re killer in the sack? Why is that wrong?” He shook his head but couldn’t quite hide his mirth. He planned to make it his new mission in life to set her off. “Women. I’ll never understand you.”

Her eyes narrowed. After a moment, she sighed. “Okay, cut the act. I know when I’m being played.” Instead of berating him, she tucked her arm in the crook of his and pulled him toward the mouth of the cave. “So come on, Gomer. Let’s figure out how to lead Lex’s boys on a wild chase. Now what’s this cabin problem nonsense you mentioned to Monty?”

She released him to flow into a golden feline with light blue eyes that faded to honeyed gold flecked with blue. He followed suit, shifting into a larger, darker cat with more muscle but the same desire to run and hunt. She blinked at him, beautiful in her fur.

He had to focus to function past the need to fuck again. “Okay, princess. After you.”

“Try to keep up, hillbilly.” She rubbed her body against his before flicking her tail at him.

He wrapped his own around hers. They shared a glance. His cat wanted to mate, feline to feline. The impulse was so strong that for the first and only time in his life, Dean allowed his animal spirit to take over, ensnared by the one woman made for him. But she bounded away with a laugh before he could make a move, enticing his cat all the more.

The chase was on.

Chapter Five

Monty swore under his breath as he stumbled over more crap in the cluttered cabin Dean should have cleaned out last month. Lazy-ass cat had a true gift for avoiding hard labor, though the ladies seemed to love him, and he constantly got away with pulling pranks any other Ac-taw would have been skinned for even trying.

Like pretending to be in love with Joy to make Gabby jealous? They’d all laughed it off. Fixing Grady’s cards on poker night so he’d have to dance to some stupid tune in front of Gabby? He’d been too easily forgiven. Convincing Ty to write Help Me on the bottom of a groom’s shoes on the guy’s wedding day, so that everyone could see when he knelt in front of the congregation? People still complimented Dean and Ty on the gag, and it had been Monty’s idea.

He swore again and righted himself as he stumbled over the firewood that should have been stacked behind the cabin. Instead it lay in a heap by the unused fireplace. Monty sneezed and took a good look around him. Set up high in the mountains away from everything, the cabin had the solitude he craved. A little polishing and the place would clean up nice.

Some rumbles and snarls filtered through the woods, and he moved to the side of a window, automatically bracing himself for danger. Old habits were hard to break, and the gun in his hand appeared as if by magic, because he hadn’t felt himself take it from the back of his jeans.

Monty reached out with his wolf senses and smelled cats on the wind. He opened his mind and heard the psychic speak of their kind, like the flutter of wings through the pure forest air.

“I told you, it’s this way.” Dean.

“I still don’t see anything.” That was Stacey Bermin. She had the husky voice of a sultry cat with the lethal attitude of a cobra about to strike. Pretty, but cold. Personally, Monty didn’t understand what his buddy saw in the woman, aside from her stunning looks.

Like her brother, she thought herself better than everyone in Cougar Falls. Though she’d been nice to Sophie, Monty’s favorite wolf in the world, he knew given enough time, Stacey would turn ugly. The minute she did, he’d show her why cats might be king of the mountain, but wolves ruled the forests of Montana. No one screwed with Sophie if he was around.

“Honey, you’re too busy looking at my ass to pay attention to where we’re going,” Dean sighed. “Don’t fret that pretty head. I’m in charge now.”

“God help us,” she muttered.

Monty had to grin as he tucked the gun away against the small of his back. The pair argued almost constantly. Yet Monty had always noticed his friend watching her walk away from each of their parries with more than annoyance on his face.

“He’s here. I can smell him,” Dean said in a low voice.

“Eau de dog,” Stacey huffed. “At least it’s not raining. I can’t abide wet dog smell. It lingers in the pores, you know.”

The little witch. Dean snickering didn’t make him feel any better, either.

When they moved through the open back door and didn’t even look guilty upon seeing his scowl, he fired back, “Well, well. The kitties in need of saving? Stacey, Dean. Nice to see you could make it without breaking a nail.” He included Dean in on that one, pleased when the cat exposed a fang and twitched his nose—the cat’s equivalent of giving him the finger.

“Yeah, yeah. Look. Lex’s cats have been spotted a half day south of us. And Quince, another cat, is here with two dozen others intending to take him out. A power struggle in our own woods.”

“Here?” Monty hadn’t seen them on his way, and he’d been looking.

“Here.” Dean’s whiskers flexed as he looked at Stacey, a gesture she returned. “Quince is apparently some rebel dickhead from Miami. He’s pledged Stacey his undying loyalty if she’ll play bait and lead Lex’s cats out here, away from the pride. The guy plans to take care of Lex himself.”

“Right.” Monty wasn’t buying it.

Stacey growled. “That’s not what he said. He isn’t interested in us. The Bermins, I mean.”

“Just Joy,” Dean snorted.

“He wants to get rid of Lex and take over the pride. I’d rather deal with Lex myself, if you want the truth. But I also want what’s best for the pride, and at this point, Quince is our best option. I’m willing to let him step in, at least for now.” She stood close to Dean, so that when they padded on their feet, they touched. Their connection practically lit up the entire room. The scent of two cats in tune, their scents nearly close enough to be mated, swept over Monty’s enhanced senses. The body language couldn’t be ignored either. The cats leaned toward each other, and he could all but see them curling their tails together.

Christ, just what they needed. Pride trouble, Dean and Stacey hooking up and the eventual fallout when Miles found out and Burke recovered from a massive coronary. Life in the pride was never dull. Fun, confusing and always something to talk about, but not boring.

Monty couldn’t wait to get back and share his news with Joel and Grady. He’d put a hundred down on Dean wooing Stacey by summer’s end. The cat had apparently worked his magic, to the benefit of Monty’s wallet. Maybe he’d cut Dean in on a few bucks. Besides, he was fun to tease. Unlike his brothers, he didn’t yell or lash out. He got even in other ways, and it was a constant challenge to stay a step ahead of him.

Would that Monty could be so carefree. “What else, Stacey?”

She explained what she knew.

“So that’s it? Quince, two dozen of his cats, Lex and more cats?”

She didn’t answer right away, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Monty could almost smell the trouble coming for them.

Dean rubbed his head against hers. “It’s okay, Stace. We’ll take care of this. Don’t worry.”

She didn’t tell him to add a Y to the end of her name, the way she usually did, and right then, Monty saw Dean’s future like writing on the wall. He started to laugh. “You are so gone it’s pathetic.”

“Not another word, wolf.” Dean lunged, grabbed Monty by the arm with his teeth and dragged him to the back door of the cabin before letting go. “Stacey, stay here. I need to talk to Monty for a minute. Don’t worry. He’ll play ball.”

“He’d better.” Stacey shook her head, sat and began cleaning herself. “Friggin’ canine.”

Monty deserved a little fun. Especially after being forced to leave Sophie behind in town, at the mercy of the chaotic wolf order. The damn gray wolves had been sniffing in her direction lately, and he didn’t like it. But was he back home, taking care of his…ah…friend? The hottest she-wolf he’d seen in ages? Nooo.

Once outside and away from Stacey, Dean changed back to his man’s form.

Monty bared his teeth at Dean in a parody of a smile. “So you banged Princess Kitty, eh? Didn’t think you had it in you, hillbilly.”

Dean swore. “Fuck off, Monty. I didn’t bang anyone.”

The annoyance on Dean’s face was worth the fist Monty was surely going to take. Usually Dean rolled with whatever female wanted some action, joked about it later—with said female—and didn’t let anything ruin his good mood. Dean Chastell had to be one of the mellowest, most fun-loving cats Monty had ever met.

This tension in his buddy promised a helluva good time.

“So was she any good?” Monty wiggled his brows. “Think she’ll want the taste of a real man, now that she’s had an inferior pussy?” Oh yeah. Dean’s eyes stared to turn, and the rage gave his scent a touch of musk. “You know, once they go wolf, they never go—”

And there went his jaw.

The stupid wolf kept laughing, despite the punch to his face. Stacey poked her head out a few times, frowning as she stared from him to Monty.

“Fuck me, but you hit like a pussy too.” Monty spasmed with laughter.

“Shut up. I’m serious, Monty. We have trouble close.”

The wolf settled down after a minute, rubbed his chin and grinned up at Dean with ice blue eyes that never quite contained the predator within. “So some rogue cats are dancing around the woods. Didn’t we teach them a lesson a month ago?” Back when they’d routed the cats who’d kidnapped Gabby and shot Miles, killing Lex’s younger brother in the process.

“Yeah, but we’re now in the middle of two sets of enemies. Lex, the number one asshole. And Quince, number two. According to Stacey, he’s got a thing for Joy.”

“Oh hell. I like her.”

For the first time, it bothered Dean that Monty didn’t like Stacey.

“Stacey’s not so bad.”

“Not if you’re fucking her,” Monty muttered and ducked the punch Dean couldn’t help throwing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. She’s okay, I guess. Just high-maintenance. You sure you know what you’re doing?”

“What do you think? I had to call you out here for pretend repair work. I’m hiking through the woods with a woman who goes on regular spa treatments and considers a long walk a trip to Macy’s make-up counter. And I’m seriously considering staying feline just so I can watch her get naked when she’s tired of going around four-footed.”

Stacey snarled from within the house, her growl low enough to carry.

“Dangerous, that one.” Monty shook his head, and Dean had to agree.

He’d completely lost his ability to reason. He should have been telling Monty to go back and get the pride involved. Dean should have packed Stacey up and gone home. Her brother and sisters should have been forewarned that danger had come. But he wanted to make her happy. He respected her decision to take control of the situation and meet the enemy on her terms…so long as he could keep her safe.

“Dean?”

He shook his head. “Right. So I need you to take word to Burke without letting anyone else know. Stacey said Quince thinks someone’s been watching the pride. They’re reporting back to Lex.”

“So he knows you two are out here.”

“Probably. But another fly-by would give us better information to work with.”

Monty nodded. “I’ll talk to our raptor friends for some intel. Far as I know, there are a few campers in the woods nearby, but not many. All human, no Ac-taw.”

“There’s that at least.”

“But you said Quince has cats in the woods. We haven’t spotted them. And our wolves in the area haven’t smelled them either.”

“Our wolves?”

At Dean’s confusion, Monty explained, “I have a few friends I asked to lend a hand—not just any wolves from the order. We have you covered for a mile in every direction. No way are there Ac-taw nearby, not unless they’re using something to mask their scent.”

“Could be Hunter’s mist. That stuff can knock out scent.”

“Yeah. But where would the cats pick that shit up? Only Hunters carry the stuff.” Monty frowned. Dean knew the wolf had experiences with Hunters he’d never shared. Like the others in the pride, he was dying to know where Monty had been during his years away from Cougar Falls. “Either Quince has connections with Hunters, or he lied and he’s not out here protecting Stacey like he said he would.”

“But we met Jeremy. I tagged him and I scented him. He’s real and not a cat I recognize. He’s got to be from Miami.”

“Could he have belonged to Lex?”

“Who knows? He said he was with Quince. Why lie?”

“Well then, I don’t get it. But I don’t like it either. We need more help on this. Fucking Hunters,” Monty growled.

Stacey pushed her head out the door. Her ears were back, her eyes narrowed. She opened her mouth and licked at the air.

“Get back inside,” Dean snapped, worried, confused and angry, because he had a feeling Stacey had lied to him. And that hurt more than anything.

“I would hope you’d be smart enough to realize you can’t boss me around. You’re not my pride leader. And you’re not my brother.”

She put his back up, no two ways about it. That bitchy tone did its job. He wanted to snap back at her, right after he kissed the condescension off her snotty face.

“Nope,” Monty answered for him. “Not your brother, kitty. Even in a hickville like Cougar Falls, we frown on incest.”

She blinked at him in confusion, and then her ears twitched and her cheeks scrunched, as if they had turned a delightful shade of pink. “Up yours, wolf.”

Monty chuckled again. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun. After we deal with this mess, you two are fair game.”

Stacey glared at him. “Now I can see why everyone considers you a pain in the ass.”

“A badge I wear with pride.”

Dean was surprised to sense Stacey’s amusement. The more time he spent really seeing her, the more he realized she wasn’t as stuck up as she appeared. Or as much as she wanted people to think she was.

“Yeah, well. Just be careful. You never know what else is out here in the woods.”

The somberness of her words struck Dean. It struck Monty too, because his eyes narrowed. “Something else you’d like to tell us, Stacey?”

“I just— Hell. Quince told me the reason he really wanted to oust Lex from the pride was because Lex had dealings with Hunters. But he never told me they’d be out here.”

Monty and Dean froze. “Hunters?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know.” She sounded miserable. “Something Jeremy almost said in the cave made me think there might be Hunters nearby. Quince told me I’d be the bait to lure Lex out here. But it’s Saturday afternoon and no sign of Lex or any cats, period. Supposedly Lex’s thugs are south of us, but Quince’s guys should be all over the place. How are we not smelling them?”

“There are a few humans in the area,” Monty said slowly. “Maybe Lex’s real team isn’t Ac-taw at all. His cats south of us could be a distraction.”

“The Hunters could be working for him, close enough to grab her and we’d never know it until it was too late,” Dean murmured.

Monty nodded, his expression grim. “If he’s using Hunters, I need to get us backup right away.”

“But you can’t let them know we’re on to them if the Hunters are for real. Hunters endanger not only Stacey, but the entire town.” Dean shook his head. “Stacey and I will keep them busy out here. Make sure you’re not followed and get us help. Be careful, Monty. With all these invisible players, it’s a nightmare. Whose side they’re on, only they can say.”

Stacey tried to add, “But Quince—”

“Is a dick who used fear to coerce you into doing what he wanted. He should have come to us for help,” Dean said.

“Coerce?” Monty blinked. “Big word, cat.”

“Fuck off and fetch us some help, Scooby.”

“I’m going to Scooby your ass when this is through,” Monty muttered. “I have a bone to pick with Grady for that stupid nickname. Scooby is a damn dog. I’m a wolf.” He put his pistol on the ground before lifting his T-shirt over his head. He toed off his boots and started on the snap of his pants before Dean stopped him.

“Whoa. Hold on.” He didn’t like the fact that Stacey had yet to blink.

“For God’s sake.”

“Wait a minute,” Dean growled. “Stacey, turn around. Do it.”

“This is stupid,” Monty said.

Considering Ac-taw always saw each other in various states of undress, Dean knew his behavior was irrational and territorial, but he couldn’t help himself.

To his vast satisfaction, the stubborn female listened to him. She took her sweet-assed time doing it, but that she turned around at all told him she felt a hell of a lot more for him than lust. She barely took orders from her brother. The sex must have softened her attitude toward him. Good to know.

Monty stripped naked and turned.

Dean waited until Monty had completely shifted. He found Monty’s radio and a collar stuffed into his jeans pocket. He attached the collar to Monty’s neck and strapped the radio to it, wishing he’d had the foresight to have done the same to the radio he’d left in the cave. Then he stashed Monty’s clothes and gun out of sight.

“You get help. Stacey and I will be around. Have one of the raptors close, would you? We’ll use him to keep in touch, since I left the radio behind.”

“Dumbass.” Monty’s tongue rolled out. A large black wolf with threads of gray in his fur and eyes that were Monty’s in wolf form or human, he looked oddly regal, and especially intimidating among other wolves.

“Hey, not my fault.” Dean shot Stacey a glare. “I didn’t know I’d be dealing with Hunters as well as crazy cats from Miami.”

She sat and rumbled an apology. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know either.”

He appreciated her sincerity, but he didn’t like that she hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him of her troubles earlier. They’d have to work on that. He had a few ideas about how to teach the woman to believe in him.

After Monty left, Dean transformed back into his animal spirit. He stretched and dug his claws into the ground, releasing scent. They left the cabin and he raced to a few spots to mark territory, unable to ignore the instinct.

“What are you doing?” Stacey watched with curiosity.

“Staking a claim.” On this land, and on you. He didn’t intend to let her know yet. He had to get past her emotional walls holding him out. Sex was all well and good, but he wanted more from the cocky cat. How much more he didn’t yet know and was afraid to think about, but he’d never let uncertainty stop him before. He’d get her trust, at least, one way or another. One kiss at a time.

Stacey wanted badly to argue with him—about anything—but she feared any animosity would transition into lust on her part. Who knew having sex with Dean Chastell would get her so keyed up? It was as if by giving him access to her body, she’d opened up a locked gate on her emotions. She couldn’t help looking at that charming feline face and feeling all warm and gooey inside. Gooey! Stacey Bermin, a woman who’d denied sultans and movie stars, smitten with a country boy who gave tours to hikers and fishermen for a living.

She glanced at his cat, loving his predatory stillness, the watchful gaze he kept on everything. He had muscle and stamina and a glorious coat covering said strength. Such a beautiful pelt. It just figured he’d be as handsome a cat as he was when a man.

Too bad he had the fashion sense of a lumberjack. Fortunately, the clothes he’d stripped out of at the cave were beyond salvaging—jeans and T-shirts, with the requisite flannel overshirt he’d left at the campsite with their gear. She could have wept. She was dying to put him in an Armani suit. He clearly had the looks and build to carry it off. Hell, she could have paraded him down any runway and watched the dollar signs go up as women bought the clothes, hoping to make their men look half as good as Dean.

“Like what you see?” He winked at her as they walked into the woods once more.

“I’d like it better if you just looked pretty and shut your mouth. Oh wait, where have we heard that before?”

She liked that he laughed. For all that Dean constantly annoyed her, he had a great sense of humor. How many other cats would take her constant bitchiness without either slapping at her or just finally leaving? She’d tried her damnedest, but Dean wouldn’t shake. And now she didn’t know what to do about these weird feelings for him she’d thought she’d buried years ago.

What a stupid time for a crush to grow back.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll take care of that sweet need you’ve got for me after we run for a while. Let’s settle in and make sure we’re dealing with nothing more than human campers before we get busy again. What do you say?”

She swiped at him and growled. He narrowly avoided her claws and gnashed his teeth at her.

“Please. Like I’m scared.” She huffed. “It’ll take a tougher cat than you to throw me.”

“I’ll throw you all right.” He mumbled something else she couldn’t make out, and they spent the next few hours giving each other a hard time as they navigated through the woods.

In the form of her animal spirit, Stacey thrived. She liked challenging Dean. They moved in concert, avoiding anything loud while keeping to the shadows of the trees. Birds chirped overhead, warning of their movements, and the rodents and small animals they encountered gave them a wide berth.

They skirted a few families and couples camping, as well as the occasional hiker, but no actual Hunters, that they could tell. They passed the scent of familiar wolves—members of the order, she imagined. But no cats, which she thought strange, especially if Quince had been honest about keeping an eye on her to tag Lex.

“Come on. Let’s take a break.” Dean bounded away from her, and she followed him into the trees. They continued for a ways until they came to a stream. The early evening sunlight filtered through the pines and danced on the rocky ground. She took a long drink of crisp, cold water and lay down.

“I’m hungry.”

“Me too.” Dean sat a few feet from her, his paws out front, his feet tucked in, looking like the Sphinx. “So, Stacey…”

“Yeah?” She waited for another smart-assed comment. From Dean she’d come to expect and even relish them. He didn’t placate her with flattery or try to coerce her into anything. He flat-out insulted her, teased her or said what he thought. Other than family—she didn’t have close friends—she’d never had anyone treat her like a regular person. Even the other Ac-taw in Cougar Falls fell all over themselves trying to please her. The men at least. The women had left her well enough alone, unlike the cats and socialites in Miami, trying to suck up for fashion advice, to grab one of the many men fluttering around her or hoping to borrow money.

“What do you do for fun?”

Chapter Six

“Fun?”

“Yes. It’s a word we country folk use around these parts.”

“Dean…”

“My people call F-U-N something that gives you pleasure. You got that down in Miami?”

“I know what fun is, jackass.”

The teasing left his tone as he asked softly, “But do you know how to have any?”

He didn’t sound like he was mocking her, and she didn’t know how to respond.

“Me?” Dean continued. “I love having fun. Pulling pranks, watching stupid movies with the pride, having a pizza downtown. Poker night and hunting down deer. Fun.”

“Don’t forget fucking,” she said bluntly, wishing she could shut up. She sounded jealous even to herself, but she couldn’t stop. “After all, you’ve fucked half the female population of Cougar Falls.” Including myself. How embarrassing to be so common.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. “What about you? How many men have you fucked down in Miami?” He tried to keep it light, but she detected something deeper behind his words. That he didn’t call her on being one of his harem eased some of her indignity.

“I’ve had a few dates. Nothing serious in the last year, though. I’ve been too focused on business.”

She couldn’t swear it, but he seemed to relax. “Doesn’t that get lonely?”

She wanted to say something snarky, not liking the gravity of the conversation after having such lively banter earlier. Taking Dean seriously meant seeing another side to him, accepting that he was more than a playboy or a good time in bed.

“I guess. I’m too busy to think about it, actually.”

“I get lonely.”

“Really?” She sat straighter. “How’s that?”

“Contrary to what everyone thinks, I’m not a man-whore.” He huffed. “I’ve dated my share of women, sure. I like to have a good time, but my dates always knew I wasn’t after anything serious. You know how hard it is to want forever and know you can’t have it?”

She frowned. “Why can’t you have forever?”

He fidgeted and glanced at the river. “My parents had it. Burke and Rachel have it. Hell, even Grady has it with Gabby. But it’s just not for me.”

She didn’t get it. “Why? Is there something hidden under that fur I haven’t seen yet?”

“Must be. Within seconds of being with a woman, I just know it’s not meant to be. My cat hasn’t jived with anyone in twenty-six years. I used to think it was a feline thing, like maybe I just needed the right cat. But Joy and your sisters are perfect.”

She wanted to ask why he didn’t include her in that list but kept silent for once.

“And I can’t think of forever with any of them without getting the sweats.”

“Nice image.”

He shrugged and walked next to her. “I still can’t believe you and I connected.” He sniffed her, moving around her in a very provocative way. “But there’s something about you.”

“I’m beautiful.” A fact.

“Nope. You are, but that’s not it.” He nuzzled her neck, and she felt nervous when he breathed her in. His teeth grazed her throat but didn’t close before he let her go. He circled behind her, feeling so much bigger and more threatening since she couldn’t see him.

“Then what? I have a brain? Something you’re not used to dealing with when it comes to women?”

He didn’t answer for a moment. “You do realize you just insulted not only the whole town, but your sisters as well?”

“You know what I mean. You just want me because you can’t have me.” A simple explanation for his desire. But what about hers? Why the hell did he seem so attractive and irresistible lately? Why did she have the urge to have sex with him in whatever form she occupied? Cat, human, it didn’t matter so long as she had Dean.

“I hate to break it to you, but I’ve already had you. Twice. And you’re ready for me even now.”

She didn’t like hearing the truth. But when she tried to get up and move, he settled over her. Instead of mounting her as a cat, he shifted into a man.

“Change back,” he ordered in a gritty voice.

“You can’t have me, and I’m leaving this town just as soon as I can.” Or so she kept telling herself. She had to force herself not to make plans for the empty shop in the quaint but backwards town.

“Change back.” He gripped her throat, caressing but not hurting her. The pressure he applied turned her from intrigued to downright lusty. Her body liquefied as he toyed with her vulnerability.

Without thinking about it, she shifted back to human, belly down on the matted grass beneath her. Dean nudged her legs apart and in the next breath slid his cock deep inside her, his body blanketing hers and forcing her to remain down.

“Fuck, that’s it. That’s the spot.” He kissed her shoulders and nipped playfully at the back of her neck. “All that pretty blond hair is so fucking gorgeous over your back.” He shifted his hips and surged deeper toward her womb.

“Dean.” She meant to sound stern but came across as breathy, needy. Wet.

“Yeah. So ready for me.” He rose up on his hands for better leverage and began to move inside her.

In this position, she couldn’t get enough of him. And he couldn’t reach her clit or breasts. She could only accept what he gave her, when he gave it.

“That’s good. Let me fuck you.”

She liked his crudity but hadn’t expected she’d be turned on by the fact that anyone could see them if they stopped by the river. “Dean, we’re exposed…”

“Yeah, you are. Helpless under me.” He ground harder and groaned. “And you love it. Princess Stacey likes to be roughed up, don’t you?” He dragged her up on her hands and knees and began fucking her in earnest. Punishing strokes that grew more powerful. And then his hands closed around her neck once more, squeezing tighter, but not hard enough to hurt.

Her airflow constricted and her excitement spiraled. She felt like one giant nerve, sensation exploding through and in her. Knowing he took her, that he wouldn’t bow to her demands or give in to her, that she’d found a male strong enough to handle her, set her off.

She met him thrust for thrust, loving the weakness invading her limbs.

“Fuck. Here I come. All in you, baby. Oh, Christ.” He let go of her neck to grip her hips, and he tightened his hands hard enough to bruise as he came.

The jolt of his hips pushed him deeper and hit a magic spot inside her. She gasped as exquisite joy flooded her body, the scent and feel of Dean all around and inside her. Without knowing how, she took all of him as she came. His essence, the animal spirit of his feline and the man, the soul of Dean Chastell, became hers to hold, hers to keep.

Dean called her name again and again as he poured inside her. A waterfall of lust and affection and life.

Stacey quaked as she realized just what she’d done, and with whom. But she couldn’t stop herself as her cat took from Dean what she needed. His scent infused hers, this man who didn’t have it in him to find forever with a woman. And then his semen slid down her leg.

“Oh God.” Talk about a bad decision.

“Fuck, Stace.” He moaned and withdrew, and she felt him wipe himself on her back. His seed seeped into her skin, more scent marking. She wondered if he knew what he did, or if he’d been dragged into this by her.

Dean had flat-out said he had no intention of ever taking a mate. And she’d just claimed him.

“You messed me again,” she said, distracted, elated and terrified at what she’d done.

“Yeah.” His satisfaction was hard to miss. He moved to lie next to her and pulled her down on top of him. “Come closer, princess. I want to look at all this earth-shattering beauty while I recover the energy to get hard again.”

His wry tone warmed her from the inside out. Like her, he didn’t take her looks seriously. As silly as it was, she loved that about him, that he didn’t fall prey to the obvious.

She could only hope she wasn’t fertile, because Stacey couldn’t seem to keep her legs closed and her mind functioning around Dean. It was the third time they hadn’t used protection, and she couldn’t find the worry that should have been there. None of this felt real. It was more like a dream. To add to her dilemma, her cat wanted more of Dean. The slutty feline craved him.

He stroked her back and she purred. But it was as much woman as cat that wanted him, and she knew she’d find trouble if she kept looking long enough.

“Yeah, that’s it. Purr for me, sweetness.”

“Sweetness?” She snorted with laughter. “I’m nobody’s idea of peaches and cream.”

“More like prickly pear and a shot of tequila.” He sighed. “But I’ll be damned if I can keep my hands off you. It’s that mouth that never quits. Hard to keep myself away from your obnoxious comments. You’re so cute when you’re being bitchy.”

She wanted to take offense but couldn’t. “Yeah? Well you’re cute when you’re being stupid.”

“Hell, that’s all the time. I knew you liked me.”

They shared a laugh.

Dean toyed with her hair, and sated and tired, she let him.

“Stacey?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you act so high and mighty?”

“Who said it was an act?” She yawned and surrendered to exhaustion.

“You’re not so tough. Not so mean, princess. Not to me,” he murmured.

“You’re just saying that.”

“I admit you’re usually a real pain in the ass. But it feels staged. Not like you are now.”

“Naked and sleepy?”

She felt his grin against her hair. “There is that.”

She sighed. “Dean, this is me. I’m beautiful, and I live with it. What can I say? The constant praise went to my head, and now I’m too old to deal with being like one of you peasants.”

He chuckled and hugged her tighter. “You really know how to put me in my place.”

“Too bad you never stay there.”

He continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “You’ve always looked down your nose at me. It’s annoying, but there’s something there that nags at me. It’s like you’re playing the ultimate prank, because all that attitude isn’t real.”

She didn’t like his insight. “Or course it is. I’m gorgeous and I’m wealthy. I’m better than you Chastells. I’m a Bermin.”

“So why don’t I believe you?”

“I never said you were the sharpest tool in the shed.”

He laughed again and stroked her skin, his callused hands surprisingly soothing. Warm and male, he radiated comfort. The arousal buzzed between them, but now she felt a welcome belonging. That bonding of animal souls and human dreams.

I am such an idiot for claiming him.

“No, you’re different now.”

It had to be the mating. Had she accidentally brainwashed him with her pheromones? She didn’t know all that much about bonding, only that those in the Cougar Falls pride who’d connected seemed to truly love one another. A puzzle, because most Shifters she knew were more animal than man. They concentrated on lust, possession and a wary kind of affection that facilitated rank in the pride. Nothing so basic as love.

“I’m the same cat I was before we exchanged body fluids. And you’re the same randy guy out to get laid by any and all comers.”

He tensed. “That bitchy thing you have there is turning me on. Pissing me off too, but that’s okay. I figure you want it a little rough again, eh?”

“No, I don’t.” She really did, but they’d wasted enough time fooling around. “We need to make tracks and see where Lex is hiding.”

“Sure thing, honeybunches.”

“Cut it out, Jethro.”

“We’ll make those tracks just as soon as I satisfy this need.” He pulled her over his erection. “Now hop on and satisfy your man.”

She scowled down at him, not amused when he positioned her right over his cock. “No. First of all, you’re not my man. And secondly, I call the shots.”

He grazed her clit, and she bit her lip on a moan. “Well, maybe just this once…”

He took her hips, lifted her and set her down over him in an instant. In this position, she felt impaled—Dean was a large man. “That’s it. Just ride me, baby. Get me nice and hot.” He arched his head back and she had the urge to bite him hard, to leave a mark for one and all to see.

She couldn’t help herself from rocking over him, especially when his fingers found her clit. He pinched her nipples, said all kinds of dirty things and got rough with her, just the way she liked it. Dean had never treated her like a fragile flower. If anything, he gave her a harder time than he gave most women, or so she’d been told by the matchmakers in the pride.

“Yeah. Grind that hot pussy over me. Fuck. That’s so good.” He groaned and pumped, and the muscles in his chest glistened with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Squeeze me, baby. Let me get this out so we can finish with the cats. So later we’ll have extra fun.”

Her body was ready to snap, the pleasure drugging, especially when he rubbed her taut nub hard, firing her nerves.

“We need a bed, a soft carpet for you to kneel on when you swallow my cock, take my seed down your throat. Then I’ll need to fuck that fine ass,” he growled and bucked on a groan. “And fill it up, all up.”

Stacey jerked when he pushed her over the edge. She clamped tight around him, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline. The magic of their joining grew stronger with each beat of her heart, each race of his pulse.

A chaotic jumble of feeling coursed through her as she watched him. His eyes glinted like gold as he stared up at her, seeing her bask in his touch.

“You are the most dangerous thing I’ve ever seen.”

A compliment he hadn’t meant to make, she was sure, but she took it as such. “Thanks.”

She shifted over him and he hissed out a breath. “No, thank you.” He let her rise off him, then helped her clean up at the creek. The water was ice cold but it did the job. Now wet, cold and clean, she didn’t wait for him to join her but shifted into her cat with a grateful rumble.

Dean just looked at her and shook his head. “Why do I feel like the joke’s on me?” He closed his eyes, and a shimmer of light grew where human flesh had once been. The light grew brighter, then dimmer as it settled over the blur of flesh and bone and fur. In seconds, Dean sat before her, resplendent in a coat of cinnamon and gold.

“Come on, princess. Time to find the trouble out there waiting for us.”

She trotted along with him, side by side. And she couldn’t contain a grin when he muttered under his breath about tricky cats and troublesome women.

She was going to be majorly pissed when she realized he wasn’t letting her go. He still didn’t know how it had happened. For most of his life, when he thought of Stacey Bermin, he got a hard-on and a headache from gritting his teeth. The woman annoyed him like nobody’s business. But he’d never been inside her, never had a chance to see her softer side when she smiled up at him with her heart in those pale blue eyes of hers.

Love. Hell, he’d fallen for her hard. For a woman who intended to leave his home at first chance, and who thought him a bumbling hick with a cock that wouldn’t quit. He’d impressed her with his body, or so he hoped. She’d had her share of orgasms, and she acted as though she liked him at times. Now how to build that parcel of affection into deep, ooey-gooey love?

Dean knew women better than he knew himself. They liked flowers, candy and compliments. He gave them attention and didn’t look at other women when with a special girl. A one-at-a-time man who knew how to have fun. But Stacey was different. To her, flattery was an insult. She had beauty, brains and money. Everything a successful woman might want.

The thought depressed him, until his cat reminded Dean she didn’t have him.

He’d sensed earlier what she hadn’t said, so he’d said it first. But he knew. The woman was lonely. Her family loved her, but they were family. She needed a lover, someone to care for her and her alone. And who better than Dean to give her what she needed?

He cast a glance in her direction. She paced alongside him, haughty, sexy and not as strong as she’d have him think. He never would have believed it if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, but Stacey Bermin had doubts. She worried, she loved. But could she love him was the question.

Not sure about how much they’d shared, Dean felt as if he’d missed something important. Their scents mingled—as close as they’d been and as much as he’d come inside her, they’d blended. Physically, and on his part, emotionally. Of all the women he’d made love to—and there had been more than a few—none had left him breathless and eager for so much more.

He liked looking at her. Touching her. Seeing through her eyes the world around them. She brushed against him as they moved, and the glide of her fur over his just felt right.

He couldn’t explain it, but he was ready to mate her. He’d paid particular attention to Burke and Grady when they’d talked about claiming a female. Not wanting to bond with any of his former girlfriends, Dean had kept his emotional distance. But with Stacey, he was ready to give over his heart. Almost.

Once he’d tricked her into loving him, then he’d tie them together. No way would she ever believe she’d fallen for a plain, lowly Chastell. He had to find a way to look bigger and better in his eyes.

Saving her sexy ass from Lex would be a good start.

“So what exactly happened between you and Lex, anyway?”

She tripped over a tree root.

“So graceful, princess,” he murmured, amused when she flashed him her teeth.

“Lex is a jerk. He saw me and decided he wanted me. I mean, I understand his reasoning. He wanted the best.”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“But he never asked—he tried to take.”

“So if he’d asked, you’d have said yes?”

“No. But he still should have asked. Instead, he bullied me at every turn. Then he pawed at me and would have done more if Miles hadn’t interrupted.”

Dean flexed his claws, wanting to kill something. “I thought you were tough enough to take care of yourself?”

She huffed. “I know when I’m overpowered. He’s as big as you are.”

A compliment?

“The big oaf outweighs me by a hundred pounds at least, and he’s a brute.”

Dean didn’t like the comparison. “I thought you liked it rough.” Not the nicest thing to say, but he didn’t like her acting as if he and Lex were one and the same.

“I didn’t want to be raped, you nimrod,” she growled at him.

“Are you saying I raped you?”

She stopped in her tracks and frowned at him. “I’m talking about Lex.”

“What about me? What did you think about my technique?”

He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t sensed it, but her embarrassment smelled sweet on the wind.

“You were okay, I guess.”

“Okay? You came like a rocket, baby.”

“Yeah? Well so did you,” she snarled. He imagined smoke coming out of her pointed ears.

“Of course I did. You’re—”

“Beautiful. I know.” She sneered at him. “Come up with something original, why don’t you.”

“I was going so say you’re the best lay I’ve ever had. You have the hottest, sweetest pussy of any cat I know. But beautiful is good too.” He laughed when she swiped at him and dodged when she would have attacked flat-out. “Cut it out, Stace. I’m sorry. You’re ugly and mean and stupid. I promise not to flatter you anymore. There, we good now?”

“Not even close,” she snapped at him and turned in a huff, not seeing the danger until it was almost too late.

But Dean saw. He dove between her and took the bullet aimed for her. The bullet burned through his thigh, but the threat of danger whipped up his fury and adrenaline. He ignored the pain and nudged her to run.

They raced into the woods, away from Big Mountain, and steered clear of the trails.

Had to be Hunters. He couldn’t imagine Lex’s cats not digging in with their claws and teeth. They might be assholes, but they were animal predators. Rifles belonged to humans who loved nothing more than to kill.

“Dean, are you okay?” she asked when he slowed, listening for some sign of their pursuers.

“I’ve been better. But I think we lost them.”

Except they hadn’t. The area suddenly filled with men and mountain lions, a mixture of Hunter and Ac-taw, a travesty of everything their kind stood for.

“Nice one you tagged, Mark.” One of the Hunters spat a stream of tobacco and smiled. The grin didn’t reach his eyes.

The men carrying weapons looked fit, camouflaged and familiar with the hunt. Nearly a dozen men stood with half as many felines, just waiting to engage.

“I take it these aren’t Quince’s cats?” Dean asked on a private pathway designed for Stacey, not a common Ac-taw link. He hadn’t realized he’d forged it, but when she answered, her essence wrapped around him in a way that was more than vocal, but spiritual as well.

None of the others around them so much as twitched.

“No. These are Lex’s guys. I recognize them.” The fear in her voice shook him, giving him the strength to ignore the pain and stand up to their foes.

He let out a scream of warning and closed the remaining distance between himself and Stacey. When the first cat attacked, he was ready. They clawed and ripped until the cat fell dead.

The second and third cats met the same end but had done some damage. Between the bullet and his new wounds, he felt ready to drop. Unfortunately, the enemy’s sense of fair play had ended. The rest of the felines charged him en masse. He saw Stacey try to help, but a bullet impacted the ground ahead of her. Then a cat stole his attention by leaping at him. He swatted the bastard down and warned her to stay back when he could catch his breath.

Two of the cats jumped on his back. He felt teeth at his legs and the nape of his neck. Powerful jaws clamped around his neck, and he realized the third cat hadn’t quite been as injured as he’d hoped.

And then the world turned black.

Chapter Seven

Dante and John Crow. Two bastards she wished she’d never had to see again. The brothers grinned at her through bloodied teeth and licked their lips free of Dean’s blood.

She glanced at his unconscious body as the Hunters dropped him on a tarp. One of the men threw jeans, shoes and a shirt at her. “Change.”

Everyone waited to see her react, and she refused to give them more of a show than she had to. With a feline shrug, she shifted back into her human form and took her time dressing, aware of the lingering stares. She had little fear they would molest her, not when Lex had made it more than clear that she belonged to him and him alone. But she had no idea what they might do to Dean if she disobeyed.

Once dressed, she walked when they said walk. She paid little attention to Dean, pretending he was of no consequence. A few Hunters dragged him on the tarp toward their destination, wherever that might be. She kept a deliberate lid on her fear and worry and sauntered with the group, pretending to be merely annoyed by their interference.

“Lex’s lackeys, back again.” She curled her lip at the cats who had yet to turn back to human. “I can’t believe he’s wasted so much effort on little old me.” She preened and walked past Dean’s still form. A glance at the Hunters on either side of them didn’t help her calm, but she forced herself to memorize faces and scents.

With three cats left and ten Hunters in their party, she felt less than confident about escape. She’d have to stall until Quince showed up with his troops.

If he showed up.

They still had Monty and the pride for backup, but when and if the pride would find them remained a huge question.

Dear God. Dean, wake up.

The Hunters dragged him over several small rocks and upraised roots that had to hurt. He didn’t stir.

A Hunter looked back at him. “Think he’s dead? That’s a lot of blood loss.”

One of the Hunters dragging him shook his head. “Nah. He’s a tough fucker. Heart’s still beating. I checked his pulse before he knocked off. He’s good. Just beat up is all.”

Beat up? Dean had so many gouges in him he looked like a battered and stained throw rug. He’d done more damage than she might have thought to their enemy, but with so many Hunters armed and dangerous, he couldn’t have won no matter how many cats he knocked down. No one could have.

Another cat joined them from the woodline, and the group stopped. Her heart raced when she saw Jeremy, the cat Dean had attacked in the cave. He shifted into a man’s form and accepted the clothing one of the Hunters handed him.

Confused but refusing to look afraid, she ignored him while paying strict attention to everything he said and did. Had Quince been playing her all along? Had Joy’s bracelet been a ploy? An innocuous detail to get her to trust him?

“Well, well, the pretty lady and her dickhead boyfriend. Nice to see you again.” Jeremy and the others laughed and continued to walk toward the mountains, in the direction she and Dean had originally intended. Night had fallen between one minute and the next.

The full moon hung over the cloudless sky, giving the evening a deadly beauty she felt all too well.

“Cat got your tongue?” Jeremy teased and kicked at Dean’s still form. He kept a keen eye on her, no doubt wanting to see her reaction.

“I’m tired of talking to assholes,” she drawled.

His eyes narrowed. “That so? Didn’t seem too upset about that one shoving his dick inside you. Nope. Seemed like that’s one asshole you actually like.”

She scoffed. “Please. A Chastell? He’s a means to an end.”

“Yeah, well, that end isn’t happening anytime soon,” Jeremy sneered at her. “In case you’re hoping for a rescue from those fucking wolves patrolling the area, forget it. They’re chasing their own tails further east—we created a little distraction sure to keep the dogs busy. And Quince? That asshole’s just as stupid as you and the Cougar Falls pride. Lex knew something was off about him weeks ago. Not like Ronnie’s death wasn’t a major indicator we had problems.”

A month ago, Ronnie and a few cats from the Miami pride had tried to grab Stacey and her sisters. After kidnapping Gabby and hurting Miles, they’d had the audacity to strike at the Catamount Ranch. And they’d died while doing it. Ronnie, Lex’s brother, had been only one of the dozen casualties.

“I didn’t think Lex would care. Ronnie was like the rest of us. Worth less than nothing to our estimable pride leader.”

Jeremy shrugged. “Who’s to say? I do as I’m told. Just like you will.” He kicked Dean again, laughed with the Hunters, and moved ahead.

Stacey fumed. Just as soon as she could, she planned to slap Jeremy around with claws outreached. If he thought Dean had been brutal before, wait until he tangled with her.

They walked through the night and camped in the woods hours later. No one hurt her or touched her. One of the men threw a blanket at her, so she didn’t freeze through the night. Dean stirred once or twice, but he didn’t make a sound. She thought she’d seen his golden eyes glowing in her direction, but she was afraid to check on him and bring him undue attention.

The next morning, after they took care of some basic needs, they headed out again. The men shared strips of jerky and trail food, but she turned her nose up at it, maintaining her queen of the manor façade.

“Please. I’ll eat when I have a decent cut of venison or beef in front of me. Not before. And I’ll use plates and silverware. Not my hands,” she said in disdain. The three cats remained feline. They snarled at her but didn’t move any closer.

“Can’t wait to see Lex plow that one. Maybe a cock in her mouth will shut her up.” A Hunter leered at her.

Jeremy laughed. “I doubt it. But it would be fun to watch.”

She refused to cringe at the thought. If Lex put anything near her mouth, she’d bite it off. Then she’d tear into him and take pleasure while he bled to death. She’d never been so angry at anyone before, but Lex had attacked her, her family and now by extension Dean. Her mate, hers to protect even if he didn’t know it, and he lay unmoving on the tarp.

“Get the cat up.” One of the Hunters noted Dean had woken.

Thank God.

A man moved forward to kick him from the tarp when Dean swiped out and caught his claws in the man’s leg. The Hunter screamed and yanked back while the others laughed at him.

“Stupid. You get too close, that’s what happens.” To her horror, another Hunter shot the screamer in the head.

Dean shook loose and stood, wavering.

“Move it, Chastell, or I’ll do to you what I did to him. You’re baggage at best. But if I determine we don’t need you too, I’ll drop you.”

This one sounded quieter but more authoritative than the others. It was the first time one of them had actively taken charge.

Stacey turned to him. “You. What’s your name?”

“Ted. Why?”

“You seem to be in charge.”

Jeremy’s lips tightened, but Ted nodded. “I am. So you keep your mouth shut and do what you’re told. You’re Lex’s problem. Trust me when I say you don’t want to be mine.” He looked to be in his mid-forties, with graying hair, a muscular build and hard, murderous eyes so light they looked wolfish.

“Fine. But could you answer some questions for me?” She walked with confidence to his side and did her best to showcase her natural beauty. Ted might not want to deal with her, but given enough provocation, he might.

“Speak.” He nodded to the others, who prodded Dean to move. “You fuck around, the cat dies. You get me?”

She shrugged. “Do what you like. He’s not my concern.”

Ted frowned at her.

“What?” She gave a light laugh. “I’m sure you’ve heard about me by now. I’m beautiful, bitchy and have an instinct for self-preservation. I don’t like Lex because he doesn’t appreciate me. I like strength and power. And that cat has neither,” she said with scorn.

Ted didn’t say anything, but he didn’t object to her walking next to him. Thankfully, his attention had moved from Dean.

She heard the others taunt him and heard some roughhousing, but if Dean could walk, his injuries couldn’t be too bad. She hoped.

“Tell me where we’re going,” she demanded.

Ted glanced at her but kept walking. “We’re meeting Lex where we agreed. Now how many of Quince’s cats are out there—and the pride? How many of them are coming?”

Jeremy answered, “Quince has no idea we’re here.”

She turned to him. “I thought you were supposed to be keeping an eye on me.”

“I was.” Jeremy grinned, the prick. “But I told Quince you and Dean were headed south. That you had a plan to trap Lex and had lied to him. He’s there with two dozen idiot cats, sitting ducks for Lex’s attack.” He smiled at her, his eyes flat, evil. “Oh, and don’t worry. Your family is being taken care of as we speak. After today, the Catamount Ranch will be under new ownership.”

Fear hit her hard. Joy, Melissa, Amy. Miles. And what about Rachel and Julia and their babies? The friendly pride who’d taken her in as family and offered her protection? She had brought this danger to them.

“Oh yeah. You might not care for the cat, but you sure as shit care about your family.” Jeremy nodded. “Lex was right about you.”

“I have something called loyalty.” She couldn’t help her throaty growl. “And I won’t hesitate to cut your throat and watch you bleed out when I’m free.”

Ted laughed. “Gee, Jeremy. I don’t think she likes you much.”

The other Hunters chimed in.

Jeremy’s mirth left him. “I don’t give a shit. She’s Lex’s problem. Not mine, or yours,” he warned.

Ted sobered and turned his pale gray eyes on Jeremy. “Don’t threaten me, boy. I’m here because I have a hankerin’ to kill. Just be glad I’m not aiming my rifle in your direction. Me and the boys don’t miss.”

The cats closed in to cage Jeremy. But were they offering protection or ganging up on him? Stacey didn’t care. She only knew she liked the dissent between Jeremy and Ted. Now how to use that to her advantage?

She could feel Dean staring at her, could feel his distress and wanted badly to end it. But she refused to give the others leverage over her. They would hurt Dean, and she’d crumble. Princess Stacey needed to be strong, because she knew Dean would risk life and limb to save her from harm. And she’d be damned if she’d lose him to this trash. She emotionally distanced herself to keep a clear head. Emotion muddied the waters, and she couldn’t afford the distraction.

She turned to Ted again. “So what is Lex offering you that I can’t better?”

He gave her a considering stare. “What have you got?”

Dean couldn’t believe the woman was ignoring him and trying to wheel and deal with the devil. He limped along, hurting like a son of a bitch, and she trotted next to a fucking Hunter, flirting and simpering over everything the bastard said.

He fumed, wishing like hell he didn’t have doubts about her. She had to be acting. Despite what she’d said about not caring about him, she didn’t want him hurt. He didn’t think.

God. How could he love the woman and not trust her? Hadn’t he admitted he’d always known she wasn’t telling the truth? Those flashes of vulnerability that hinted at the real woman beneath the glossy veneer were real. He’d seen them. She didn’t like his past with other women. She lit up like a firecracker when they touched. Physically, emotionally, they meshed. Hell, he still scented her all over him.

“I don’t know. She said he’s nothing, but they smell bonded,” one of the cats near him commented on a common Ac-taw pathway.

“Sex will do that. Come on. You really think she’d turn down Lex, our pride leader, for this dirtbag?”

The third cat, the one he’d wounded, agreed. “Look at him. He’s a piece of shit barely holding onto a touring company that caters to humans. Why would she want this when she could have Lex?”

A legitimate question, and one that hurt to think about. She’d made no bones about wanting to go back to Miami. And it would kill Dean to leave his home, everything he loved. But for Stacey, he’d try. He’d probably hate every second of it, but he’d pack up in a heartbeat for her. Dean had more going for him than jokes and the ability to track. He was smart. He’d never had the urge to see more than Cougar Falls. But for Stacey he’d travel. He’d help her, learn to dress right, try to fit in with her friends and family down South…

Fuck. Who was he kidding? Their relationship had been doomed from the start. And what relationship did he think they had? They’d fucked, and it had been brilliant beyond comprehension. But other than that, she hadn’t acted much like she liked him. Now in danger, she put distance between them, not wanting to be held back by him.

He fell into a blacker mood as they spent the morning walking through the forest. The cats continued to prod him, talking about her life in Miami with the hottest designers, the rich and famous. She’d apparently dated a movie star a few months ago. A few CEOs, some foreigners with money, rich assholes in Miami. Yet Lex put no stock in her human conquests because he knew she’d mate a cat, eventually.

Was that why she had no Ac-taw lovers? Not because she was lonely, but because she’d been forbidden by Lex? Had he completely misread the situation?

A Hunter motioned with his weapon for Dean to stop, but Dean didn’t feel like stopping. He wanted a reaction from Stacey, something to let him know she remembered he was there.

While she cozied up to Dr. Death and his Hunter buddies, he was nursing a bullet wound in his thigh and lacerations all over his bloodied body. Though he’d begun to heal, he’d need to shift back and forth to speed the process. And these assholes had made it clear he was to stay a cat.

“I said stop,” the Hunter warned.

Others watched him. Dean didn’t care. He waited for Stacey to turn away from dickhead Ted. When the Hunter near him aimed in his direction, he pounced.

He knocked the gun aside and raked claws down his face, enough to scar, but not kill. The cats shoved him on his ass and mauled him once more, but he tuned out everything but Stacey, needing to see her reaction.

She screeched, and everyone around them froze. Marching over to him, she stopped with her hands on her hips. “I am trying to have a conversation with Ted. Would you please shut the fuck up?” Then she kicked him, actually kicked him in the arm, the only spot not covered by a bruise, before turning back to Ted, muttering under her breath.

“I’m sorry,” she said when she reached him and curled her hand around his arm. “You were saying?”

Dean slumped under the angry felines clawing at him. How had he missed that she didn’t care? He knew she disdained the Hunter, but to survive and protect her family, she’d play nice. Dean wasn’t family, as she’d so unkindly reminded him. She’d kicked him.

Yet… He inhaled and still smelled her on his fur, under his skin, embedded in his heart and soul. Talk about a curse.

He let the others bat him around before succumbing to his wounds and unconsciousness once more. Apparently Stacey would have the last laugh, because the town man-whore had fallen for an icy princess way out of his league. But hey, if this kept up, she’d soon have her wish, and he’d be out of her life, permanently.

Stacey coolly flirted, keeping Ted at arm’s length as she discussed a monetary bribe and the possibility of hunting down Ac-taw she considered enemies. It took all her considerable skill and acting talent to keep her focus on Ted and not Dean. The scent of his blood had her back up, and she reminded her cat that they were playing with their prey right now. They had to string him along, enough so that he’d lower his guard. Then she’d kill him and the others without a qualm.

She didn’t intend to wait for Quince, who was likely no longer coming. Whether she could believe Jeremy or not, she didn’t know, but he’d joined in with the others to punish Dean. He was a dead man walking. Period.

She let the anger and fear flow away, reminding herself she was a princess, needy and used to being fawned over. Then she let the scent of impatience and nobility bleed through her pores. Best to keep the cats on their toes as well. The assholes.

Ted studied her like a newly discovered species. She’d learned he had an impressive resume when it came to hunting. But he leaned more toward wolves than cats. “You really don’t care about the cat?” His watchful gaze didn’t miss a trick.

“I won’t say he hasn’t been fun. A pleasant diversion.” She shrugged. “I’m not completely heartless.”

Ted grunted.

“But I have more important things to worry about than the people in hickville. I mean, Cougar Falls.”

“And that would be?”

“Me.” She gave him a bright grin, one that had him blinking. Thankfully. “I am a commodity, Ted. My designs are world-renowned. My family and I make millions, much of which the pride would like to siphon away,” she said in a quieter voice. “I admit I’m not fond of Hunters, because I like the skin I’m in. Furry or fleshy, it’s mine. And I love life.”

“I see that.” His thorough study missed nothing, and she thanked the idiots for not including a bra with her wardrobe. Anything to distract these men worked for her. Had they been smarter, they would have included a woman or two to even the playing field. But most Hunters, like Lex and his ilk, believed women to be too soft to endure.

Underestimation worked to her advantage, however, so she encouraged Ted to think what he wanted.

She shrugged, knowing the shirt bunched over her breasts, her nipples obvious against the flannel, since the weather had turned cold this morning. “I have money and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“Just money?”

“And my body. It’s good. I’m firm, young and beautiful. What’s not to like?”

Ted nodded, not smiling. “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”

“In some respects, yes. I want to live, and I particularly want Lex to suffer.”

“Why?”

“Because he thinks he’s better than me,” she said bluntly. “Clearly he’s not.”

Ted chuckled and seemed to relax. “Honey, I don’t trust you worth a damn, but I trust Lex even less. I think we might have a deal.” He stopped her, his grip painful. “But don’t think you’ll lead me by my dick or my wallet. I’ve hunted too many of you to be blinded by your tricks.”

“Then what do you want, Ted?”

He smiled, and she let him see her shiver. She didn’t have to act to show fear, because in that grin she saw pure evil.

“Funny you should ask.”

Monty raced to his truck and drove like a demon back to Whitefish after radioing a warning to Burke. After parking, he tore out of the vehicle and darted inside the office, intent on getting to his weapons stash before heading back out to help Dean.

He hadn’t expected to run into a horde of unfamiliar cats waiting by his desk. Six of them, looking angry and annoyed all at once. He continued to move through the door into the office while trying to figure the best way to incapacitate his enemy. He took a good look around, knowing he’d never make it outside again before they stopped him. A familiar scent gave him pause. A huge-ass cat moved, and Joy Bermin poked him in the side and stepped around him.

“Monty?” She turned and gave the giant a dark scowl. “Leave him alone, you bully.”

The big guy put his hand around her arm, and Monty didn’t stop to think. He acted. He’d almost reached Joy before a half dozen cats dropped on him like an avalanche.

“Let him up, damn it,” Joy snarled.

He continued to struggle with them when Joy’s voice intruded once more.

The cats stopped trying to hurt him and helped him to his feet, then held him back when he tried to reach the guy holding Joy.

“You’re the wolf, right?” he asked in a gravelly voice.

“Yeah, Sherlock. Joy, what the hell?”

She grunted her displeasure and elbowed the cat in the gut. “This is Quince. Apparently he’s here to save me. Hurray.”

Quince scowled down at her.

Then his name registered, and Monty froze. “Wait. Quince? You and your cats are supposed to be in the mountains right now trailing Dean and Stacey. What the hell are you doing here? And shouldn’t there be more of you?”

Quince shook his head. “Jeremy told me to meet here, that Lex was planning on staging an attack. Said Dean and Stacey would be here soon—J has a half dozen of my guys with him. The rest are staged around the ranch in case Lex jumps the gun.”

Joy looked from Monty to Quince. “I’m thinking something’s wrong.”

Monty shook free of the cats still holding onto him. “Dean and Stacey met with Jeremy earlier. He said you and the others are in the mountains, that Lex and his cats are south of the position, and that there might be Hunters around.”

Quince frowned. “That’s not right.”

Another cat spoke, “I told you he was acting weird. I think he’s been telling Lex everything we’ve been up to. We have to get out there.” He turned to Monty. “Where are they in the mountains, exactly?”

Monty would have answered when more cats poured through the back and front doors, effectively pinning them inside. Though the office had space, it wasn’t big enough to hold everyone comfortably.

Quince yelled at Joy to take cover and dove for the nearest intruder. All hell broke loose, and as usual, Monty was in the middle of it.

“Shit.” He ducked a punch and threw his own, pleased when it connected with someone’s face.

The fight broke out in earnest. Human growls turned feline, hisses and screeches filled the air. He suffered claws, bites and a few punches before the mess died down. And that’s when he realized he was no longer the only non-feline in the room.

Joel, Ty, Gerald and a few Whitefeathers from the Raptor Clan had evened the odds. When Burke rushed in moments later, Monty and the others were shoving mangled cats aside.

“What the hell? I leave you in charge out there, where it should be quiet, and everything turns to shit,” Burke growled at Monty, but the clear concern in his eyes expressed his worry.

“Told you he’s trouble,” murmured Ty, in sheriff mode. “I’ll call for help. Looks like we’ll be filling jail cells tonight.” He aimed a look at Monty. “And as usual, there’s a wolf involved.”

“Hey, don’t blame me. Blame—” Monty sought Quince. But to his dismay, the cat had disappeared. And so had Joy.

Chapter Eight

Stacey couldn’t stop worrying over Dean. It didn’t help that every time she cast him pretend sneers, he glared at her. The idiot couldn’t actually believe she meant all this nonsense, could he? It was hard enough talking to Ted and pretending to respect him. She did it for Dean, because the stupid cat wouldn’t sit back and stay out of sight. Oh no, he just had to keep antagonizing everyone to beat him to within an inch of his life.

And where the hell was the freakin’ pride? Monty had gone for help yesterday. Night had fallen again. Except this time they holed up in some beaten-up cabin large enough to settle all of them. The cabin, according to Ted, used to be a ski lodge that had closed up years ago. Which made sense, considering the large lobby. An A-frame that had all its doors and windows intact, the lodge had obviously seen its share of disuse. Dust and plant life had settled in odd corners of the room.

She wouldn’t be caught dead resting her ass on any of the couches, and she’d inwardly cringed when they threw Dean on one of the dusty/moldy things. He currently lay, still feline, on the cushions, adding blood to the myriad stains beneath his matted body.

She wanted to weep at the pain he must be suffering but couldn’t call attention to their relationship, such as it was. Ted was finally coming around to seeing things her way. For just five hundred thousand dollars, some sack time wherein she’d promised to do all sorts of uck things, of the s and f variety, and a shot at Lex, he agreed to release her. Dean too, because she’d told him he’d only be a burden when the local pride came to find him. So Ted had agreed to keep Dean’s sullen ass alive.

Because of her.

But did he look thankful? No. She should be glad for his glowering, contemptuous aggression. No one studying the pair of them would ever assume them to be friends, let alone mates. She hoped her scent had faded, since she’d tried to pull back emotionally. It helped that his blood would cover most of her claim, unless a cat sniffed hard enough. Then again, Dean hadn’t claimed her back. She had traces of him on her, but not enough of his scent to fully mark her as his. For which she was grateful, or so she kept telling herself. A claiming didn’t have to be two-sided.

Now it only made it easier for the others to believe nothing existed between her and Dean but sex.

She paced, waiting for Lex to finally show. The dick. Because of him, she’d lived a miserable existence for months. They’d left their pride, their home. Miami—her haven.

Yet as she cast a subtle look at Dean, she feared her heart had chosen a new home. Her cat certainly had no urge to return to the humid Everglades. The prissy feline had thrown in her lot with the cooler clime of Montana. She’d thrived when running through the forest and couldn’t wait to do so again…so long as Dean ran with her.

As if sensing her regard, he glared at her from the couch and growled. Again. This time he couldn’t conceal his hurt, and she literally ached for him. He blinked a few times and quickly looked away.

Jeremy crossed the room to her, his jaw clenched tight as he looked from her to Ted. “Anything you want to share, Stacey? Not like we couldn’t hear you and Ted bargaining for the last few hours.” He sneered. “You’re going to let him fuck you, but you deny Lex? Seriously?”

Ted smiled. Then he laughed, seemingly more at her than at Jeremy, and she had a bad feeling the joke was on her.

“What?” she asked.

“Honey, you’re beautiful. And desperate if you’d take a Hunter between your legs.” Ted shook his head. “But if you think I’d fuck an animal, you’re out of your mind. Lex was right. You’re ruthless. No wonder he wants you so bad. You might as well be twins.”

The others around them chuckled, even Jeremy.

Stacey felt sick to her stomach. Ted had been stringing her along, no doubt to keep her occupied. Instead of trying to escape, she’d stayed, sure she could worm her way out of trouble. She should have taken off to find help for Dean. Now she’d doomed them both to Lex. And he’d never let Dean go. Especially not if he scented Dean anywhere on her. Which he would. Hell, Jeremy knew they’d had sex. Lex wouldn’t tolerate another cat in the picture, no matter the reason.

And then it was too late to escape.

Lex walked through the front door with two of his feline guards by his side. He was tall and handsome, and any woman would have been proud to be seen on his arm. Until they looked into his eyes and saw nothing but the malice and greed there. He took what he wanted when he wanted it and damn the consequences. Lex ruled by might, fear and intimidation.

“Stacey. It’s been too long.” Lex walked right by everyone until he stood a hairsbreadth from her.

Terror knotted her stomach. The last time she’d been this close to him, he’d assaulted her. A few slaps to her face and he’d ripped her blouse. Miles had intervened, and they’d fled. But there was no Miles to save her, and Dean needed her more than she needed him. Time to play it up for all she was worth.

Dean lay still, not daring to hope he’d seen the truth in her eyes. Had she been playing this entire time? That expression on her face when she’d seen him glaring at her, his heart in shreds, meant everything. That kernel of helplessness, that sadness, it was there. He’d seen it. He knew it existed…for him.

Her emotional distress had been buried under a pretense of shallowness and self-involvement. How had he missed it? Stacey would never consort with Hunters, not to save her own skin. But to save his?

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling every bump, bruise and gouge on his body. He was in no condition to fight, and the pride—who should have arrived by now—was nowhere in sight. Instead, Lex had come.

The big bastard smelled like death, a puffed up promise of torture and pain just waiting to happen. Dean wanted to tear him down to nothing but knew he wouldn’t manage to do more than kill himself quickly, not in his condition. Fear for Stacey made it hard to function, but he refused to let Lex know of his terror.

“This is the prick we’ve been worried about?” he rasped and got to his feet.

Lex turned to face him, a pinch of annoyance on his face. “Dean Chastell?”

Jeremy answered. “Yep.”

“The one who spent some time with my female?”

Dean let out a low growl and answered, “The one who fucked her, yeah.” He took a swaggering step forward. A mistake, because it was all he could do not to fall on his face. Not the image he wanted to project while trying to appear Lex’s match.

The asshole was as big as Dean, and the thought of him pawing at a scared Stacey sent him into a rage, which lent him the strength to stand without falling flat on his face.

Stacey glared at him, and he could finally see the worry in her face, which didn’t help his confidence any. To the dickhead, she said, “Look, Lex, if you want me, I’ll—”

Dean interrupted before she could sacrifice herself. “Talking here, sweet cheeks. Let the big boys play. You’ll have your turn.”

“Sweet cheeks?” She fumed.

He much preferred her annoyed to scared. But even better, he’d drawn Lex’s attention.

“This is the raggedy thing you fucked?” He laughed, and his goons laughed with him. But the lead Hunter didn’t smile. That was the one to watch throughout this. Though he might not be friendly with Lex, he definitely had his own agenda, and it wouldn’t pay to underestimate him. Dean wanted Stacey away from Lex and Ted, but the woman wasn’t moving an inch.

He took a few steps, feeling better about himself when the hurt numbed and he moved without impedance. “Instead of hiding behind everyone else, including a female,” Dean added with a sneer, “why don’t you face me right here, right now?” From what he’d heard about the guy, Lex was not only a bully, but a chauvinist. He’d take offense at the claim that he needed a woman to protect him. Or so Dean hoped.

Stacey opened her mouth to retort but Dean silenced her with a roar.

Then Lex responded, venom dripping from every word. “You Chastell pricks never learn. You think because you killed my brother, I’m afraid of you?” He snorted. “Ronnie was weak. He was blood, but barely. I owe you for his death, and I’ll make you pay. I don’t hide behind anyone.”

“Funny coming from a guy who sent cats and Hunters to ambush two cats, one of them a girl.”

When Stacey scowled at him, he took precious energy to send her, “Shut up and let me distract him. When he’s on me, make a break for it. But watch Ted and the other Hunters. Something’s not right with them. They’re not here to help Lex.”

“I know that, you idiot. I’m trying to protect you. It’s obvious you can barely stand.”

“Thanks for the confidence, sugar lips.”

She choked on a burst of hilarity. Or was that incredulity? He wasn’t sure which. Because Lex launched himself at him, in his human form.

Lex tackled him and punched him in the nose, which hurt, and was also embarrassing. Dean couldn’t see straight, though his feline skeletal system could normally take a beating. Then again, he’d had a huge one already.

A flash of light signaled Lex’s change into his animal spirit.

“You are such an idiot,” Stacey spat.

He heard shuffled movement, and then Ted confused Dean even more when he said, “No, don’t. Let’s wait and see how this pans out. I’m enjoying this.”

He blinked hard to clear his vision, not sure he’d succeeded when he saw two cats standing in front of him where there should only have been Lex. And then the haze retreated and her smell hit him. Stacey had shifted, and the stubborn female had just inserted herself between him and Lex. Shit.

Lex hissed and screamed, the high pitch of his warning more jarring than irritating. He sounded as annoyed as Dean felt. Not good. “Well, hotshot? Let’s go. Or do you need a woman’s help to stand?”

“That would help, actually.” Dean let her assist him to his feet and panted heavily while he sought the strength to keep himself upright. “Let’s get to it.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Lex snapped his tail. His ears went flat against his head and he bared his teeth. “I could rip your throat out in one lunge. But I don’t think I’m ready for you to die yet. I want you to watch while I mount my pretty pussy right in front of you, you weak bastard.”

Dean snorted. “Oh sure. Like she’ll let you. You tried that once and got slapped down for it, didn’t you?”

Lex reached for him but Stacey nudged Dean out of the way and struck back with a claw to his face.

Lex didn’t seem to like that much. Not from what Dean could see from his position lying on his side once more. Fuck, but his legs just didn’t want to hold him.

“Get up, damn it.” Stacey didn’t seem any more pleased with him. “I can’t take him by myself.”

“As if I’d let you.” I won’t let her. I can’t. I’ll never convince her to stay with me if I’m dead, he thought, a touch hysterical. Digging deeper than he ever had before, Dean forced himself to his feet and launched his tired-ass body at Lex. He took the big cat down, absorbing the claws and bites while buffering Stacey from his threat. But his girl wasn’t content to let him have all the fun.

While he used his dead weight to keep Lex occupied, she did massive damage. The feline ripped into Lex, tearing off an ear and gouging his throat while Dean locked his jaws around Lex’s shoulder to pin him down. The fucker wriggled like a worm on a hook, but Dean refused to let go. Even when blackness started to overtake him once more, he held on, unwilling to leave Stacey alone.

“Hold on, Dean,” she shouted between feints at Lex.

Lex, the bastard, had a lot of blood in him. Though much of it pooled beneath them, he had enough left pumping through his veins to toss Dean into the legs of several cats waiting on the sidelines.

“Stacey. Run,” he managed and clamped onto the leg joint nearest him. He recognized Jeremy’s yowl and ground his teeth deeper. This fucker had betrayed them. He would die if it was the last thing Dean did. Anything to save the woman he planned on mating if he lived through this. Hell, if she lived through this. She’d have to save herself. He just prayed she really was as self-sufficient as she’d always claimed to be.

Stacey walled off her panic at seeing Dean overwhelmed. He’d taken such a beating, and all because of her. Well, that and his smart mouth. But she didn’t intend to let his hard work go to waste. Concentrating on ending Lex once and for all, she snarled as she circled him.

He bled profusely, leaving a slippery mess on the floor beneath him. That she’d use to her advantage. She wasn’t sure why the Hunters hadn’t stepped forward. Lex’s cats had been held back by a few of Ted’s guys. With guns trained on them, the felines knew better than to disobey. But what did they expect working alongside Hunters? Had the pride really expected Ted and his ilk to play nicely?

“Fifty says the female takes him,” Ted offered.

“I’ll take that bet,” another of them said with a laugh.

A few of the other Hunters chimed in, and while she was glad to provide them some entertainment, she couldn’t wait to be done with Lex…so she could chew on the human assholes.

“You bitch.” Lex leapt at her but she was too fast. She rocked back and countered with a rake of claws down his chest, making the wound there even bigger.

“That’s right. A prime, grade-A bitch who’s going to make sure you never rule anyone again.” She hissed as he knocked her down. He sliced into her belly but she twisted away, using his fading strength against him.

Though weakened, he was still a good hundred pounds heavier than her, even in cat form. And he had a mean streak she’d never managed, not on a good day. But after seeing what he’d done to Dean, she had every intention of killing Lex and not batting an eye over it.

A sudden roar behind her made her smile. She heard more cats, a few wolves, and if she wasn’t mistaken, the growling of a fox. Good. They could take care of the Hunters while she finished Lex.

She just prayed Dean would make it. If the bastard died on her before she could yell at him for turning macho at the worse possible moment, she’d kill him herself.

Monty didn’t know what he’d expected, but Dean Chastell covered in blood and not moving had to be the worst of it. He raced past the Hunters and spitting felines, what few of them there were, and darted to Dean’s side. To his right, Stacey and another cat, presumably Lex, fought. But she seemed to be winning, and damn it all, Dean looked close to death.

“S-save her,” Dean slurred. He’d lost a lot of blood, but his heartbeat sounded strong enough.

Thank God.

“Holy shit. I knew I’d find you again if I looked long enough.”

Monty froze. He knew that voice—one that had haunted his dreams and perpetuated his nightmares for years.

He turned and saw Ted Norris, the man who’d first captured him and introduced him to what Hunters were all about, standing and smiling with an evil glee that turned the animal in Monty inside-out. Something about Ted wasn’t normal, even for a Hunter. He had power, and it made Monty’s wolf want to run away and fight all at the same time. Most humans couldn’t tell one wolf from another. But Ted had always known him. The Pits, where Hunters forced Ac-taw to fight one another or die, had been a brutal mess of fur, fangs and claws. Yet Ted had kept track of Monty, his personal pet, no matter where Monty went or what he did.

Monty growled and took a step toward him, wanting to but not able to leave Dean, not with the mess of Hunters and rogues still fighting. Monty didn’t know who was who, and though he’d brought a few of Quince’s cats with him for backup, he didn’t trust them. He only trusted pride, and there were few of them as it was.

“We have unfinished business, wolf.” Ted would have lunged when Burke knocked into him and bit down hard.

From Monty’s vantage point, it looked as if Burke had a hunk of the man’s shoulder. But then Ted screamed and twisted, and Monty saw the skin of his cheek flapping in the wind.

“Outstanding hit, Burke.” He barked his enthusiasm and then growled again, wanting nothing more than to join his buddy. Yet a part of him whimpered. That part Ted had scarred came limping back to life, terror like a bitter taste in his mouth. And Monty hated himself for it.

Ted screamed and struck at Burke again and again. But Burke continued to dig at him. The man should have been dead by now, but of course he wasn’t. He somehow managed to snake his weapon between them.

Monty let out a stream of warning barks. “Burke, look out!”

Ted smacked Burke in the temple with the butt of his rifle. Then he shoved Burke away from him with supernatural strength. Before he could shoot, one of his buddies dragged him back, just as a cat leapt and missed him. Ted shot the cat and raced away, one hand held to his face. But before he escaped the lodge, he looked back over his shoulder.

“I’ll find you again, boy. See if I don’t.”

Monty growled, caught between a fine sweat of terror and an overwhelming need to kill. He shook from the strain before realizing the danger had yet to pass. Though his reinforcements had overtaken the Hunters and rogue cats, Stacey still battled Lex in the center of the room.

He shook himself free of the past, of the memories of cages and torture and blood, and stepped forward. The friggn’ cat will kill me if she’s hurt. Hell, he could smell Stacey’s bonding scent clearly on his friend. Yet he suddenly noticed none of the others stepping forward to help her out. Instead they watched and waited, taking in a show.

Ty sat on his haunches while Grady grinned and lay down, his wrists crossed.

“I give her another swat to the head and he’s down,” Grady said.

“Nah. The bastard is big. I’m thinking it’ll take more than that. She hits like a girl.” Ty’s whiskers twitched with laughter, especially when Stacey hissed at him.

Then she yowled and went for Lex’s jugular.

Monty shouldn’t have been surprised. He’d seen cats kill. He lived with the pride. But her ferocity impressed him because she gave Lex no quarter. She didn’t flinch when the bigger cat flailed and pierced her skin. She didn’t stop pulling at the bastard’s throat. And when Lex went limp, she gave a final crunch, breaking his windpipe before she dropped him and walked over to Dean.

“Holy shit. Now I’m in love.” Monty wagged his tail, glad she didn’t look too worn down. A little bloody and beaten up, but nothing that wouldn’t heal.

With a disdainful sniff, she glanced at Dean. “Will he live?”

“Do you care?” He knew damn well she did. He could see the anxiety bristling her fur.

Yet she responded with a calm she had to be far from feeling. “I suppose. I wouldn’t want Burke or Rachel to be too upset if he dies.”

“Yeah. Right. He’ll live.” He frowned down at Dean. “I think.”

Stacey walked between him and Dean and nudged Monty out of the way. Then she plastered herself to Dean’s side and didn’t move. “Go get him help.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Monty loped to Burke, who had already shifted and was calling in a medical team. In minutes the raptors would appear to lend a hand.

They watched while Stacey licked Dean’s wounds, her paw keeping him steady while she tended him.

“Oh hell. That looks mighty possessive.” Burke made a face at the pair, but Monty could tell his friend was pleased.

He shifted back and joined Grady and Ty who stood by the far wall, watching Joel. “Hate to tell you boys, but I smell a mating. I think I’m owed some money.” He noticed Grady’s annoyance, which made his win even sweeter.

“Not from me you don’t.” Ty grinned. “I hedged my bets. I’ll be collecting from Joel as soon as he lets go of those two.”

They watched Joel, still in his massive bear form, carting two bloodied Hunter carcasses toward the growing pile in the middle of the room.

Ty cleared his throat. “I, ah, think I’ll talk to him later about my winnings.”

Grady snickered. “Smart man.”

“Shut up.”

Monty gave his friends an update on what he knew about this mess and watched Burke check over his brother. The cat seemed satisfied his brother would live, from the relief on his face. He stepped aside and motioned for Monty to join him.

Monty crossed to his pride leader. Christ, it sounded so weird to think of himself—a wolf—belonging to a pack of cats. “Burke?”

“You okay?”

Sensing the direction of the conversation, Monty closed up, burying his fear, his confusion and his frustration under an unassuming smile. “Sure. Why are you asking?”

“Something passed between you and that Hunter.” Burke scowled as he glanced around him. “I think the fucker got away.”

For now. “We’ll catch him.”

“Yeah, well, my bet is he’s going to be the order’s new priority. A Hunting party this close to Cougar Falls? Not good, wolf. Not at all.”

Monty didn’t like it either. His thoughts immediately went to Sophie. The woman was skittish enough around their own kind, new to being Ac-taw. If she fell in with Hunters, she might never recover. Hell, he still hadn’t.

“Monty?” Burke put a hand on his arm, instinctively knowing the wolf needed to be touched.

“You’re a good pride leader,” Monty said, gruff with sincerity.

“I know.”

Monty snorted. “And way too arrogant for a pussy.”

“That’s Boss Pussy to you, mange-boy.”

Monty sneered and flipped him the bird. They bantered, engaging Grady, the bear and the fox as well. But though he pretended all was well, he knew the nightmares would return, and they’d plague him until he finally ended this. Until he’d mounted Ted Norris’s fucking head to his wall.

Chapter Nine

Three days later, Dean still couldn’t believe it. Stacey had defeated Lex Gates. And she’d been vicious about it. She’d impressed the pride, Quince’s cats and everyone around town—or so he’d been told by Grady, who added to tales about her bravado with every visit to the sickroom Dean had been forbidden to leave.

With a wince, he dragged his legs over the side of the bed. Nurse Ratched, as Ty called the bird who’d healed the fox from his own brush with Hunters, had done her best to stitch Dean up. But even she’d needed help and called in crotchety old Doc Stanley, whose sage advice of rest and more rest Dean could have done without. He didn’t need to sleep, he needed Stacey’s warm thighs and sweet kisses to heal him. Unfortunately the princess needed to tend to her fans instead of the man who’d nearly died trying to save her sexy ass.

His brothers didn’t seem too worried about him either, which peeved him more than a little. Neither of them had offered him any sympathy. Instead they stuck him with Rachel and Julia—torture at best. The mothers-to-be had been practicing all that nurturing crap on him, which wouldn’t have been too bad if that had involved soft caresses, comments about his bravery and red meat. But they insisted on chastising him for nearly getting himself killed in between force-feeding him broth and vegetables. Christ, if they kept it up, his cat might shrivel up and die.

To make matters worse, they were pleasant about it. He didn’t need nice. He needed someone tough, arrogant and a bit mean. Someone so fucking beautiful he couldn’t take his eyes from her, even when she frowned at him or made fun of him for being too far beneath her to notice.

Where the hell was she? It had been three days now. Anytime he brought up her name, the idiots around him changed the subject.

He heard footsteps on the stairs, and his heart raced. But the footsteps sounded too heavy to be Stacey’s. And then the door opened.

“Oh hell.” He groaned when Miles walked in. The cat’s hair was still blue, which would have been funny if Dean wasn’t aching, frustrated and pissed off that Stacey hadn’t visited him.

Miles glared. “I just wanted to thank you.”

“While growling?”

“For saving my sister’s life.”

Dean squirmed in discomfort. He could lie to himself all he wanted, but at the end of the day, she’d killed Lex while he’d been unconscious. “She saved herself.”

“That’s bullshit. You nearly died keeping them away from her. She knows it, and I know it. We owe you.”

“Fuck that. She doesn’t owe me shit.” How the hell could the woman think she owed him anything? Mates cared for one another. They didn’t bargain or charge each other for help.

“Wait. She doesn’t owe you, but I do?”

“Tell you what, Blue.” He took a perverse sense of pleasure seeing Miles clamp his jaw tight. “You forget about the hair and we’ll call it even.”

“Hard to forget when the dye won’t wash out.”

“Just use the counteragent under my sink. Grady or Burke could have told you it’s there.” Let them deal with Miles. It was the least they could do for their poor, unloved little brother. “I’ve used the same dye on them a time or two growing up.”

“Yeah?” Miles narrowed his eyes.

“Monty too. He knew about it.” Not really, but the wolf laughed every time he saw Dean, and Dean didn’t like it.

“I’ll deal with Monty too. If I can find him. The wolf is hard to pin down.”

But not too gone to send Dean a bouquet of flowers and a note that read, To Mr. Stacey Bermin: Congratulations on winning sucker of the year award. The bastard.

Dean hadn’t claimed Stacey yet. And he needed to in the worst way. He felt her inside him, as if a part of her had bonded to him already. He hoped she’d started the process, but he couldn’t tell. He needed to see her again to know, but the blasted woman remained incommunicado.

“Where the hell is your sister?” he blurted, unable to hold back.

Miles smirked. “Which one?”

“Stacey. Where is Stacey?”

“Probably packing. With the threat gone, we’re going home. Lex is dead and his traitors rounded up—well, except for Quince.” Miles frowned.

“But the others are okay, right?” While he and Stacey had been dealing with cats and Hunters, Monty and Quince’s guys had fought their own battle. A few dickheads from Miami had tried to tangle with Burke, but he’d made short work of them. Grady and Gabby, apparently, were one hell of a team. And Joel, thankfully, had gotten to knock some heads together too, which made the bear happy.

So everyone was cheerful except for Dean. “Wait a minute. Packing? Going home?” His heart raced. Panic hit him from head to toe. “She hasn’t come to see me once!”

Miles sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted Dean’s knee, right over a tender bruise that was taking forever to heal.

“Fuck. Cut it out.” Dean grimaced. “What do you mean she’s packing? You can’t go!”

“Oh?” Miles blinked. “You want me to stay? I knew this enmity had to be of my own making. Dean, I feel so close to you right now. How about a hug?”

“Damn it. Get off me, you moron.” He shoved Miles away, annoyed to see the blue-haired idiot laughing at him. “I’m talking about Stacey. She’s mine.”

“Yours?”

He should have been having this discussion with Miss Priss, but maybe he could enlist Miles to stop her from leaving. “I mated her.”

“You don’t smell like her.”

“We had sex. A lot. We have to get married.”

“Not in this day and age. I want my sister happy, not stuck with some bumpkin because she enjoyed herself once.”

“More than once,” Dean muttered. “You don’t understand. She’s inside me.”

“My sister lives inside her designs, so it stands to reason she’d live inside her friends and family as well. She’s a part of all of us, Dean,” Miles said kindly. And Miles was never kind.

“Look, you sorry ass. She’s mine. I love her, I’m mating her, and that damn shrew better get her ass in here or she’s going to be sorry!”

He’d never yelled so loudly in his life, but Dean was a man on the edge. In pain, horny, missing Stacey like crazy and worried to death she’d slip out of his grasp before he could make that final connection bonding them permanently.

“Stacey Bermin. My sister. You think you love my sister?”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” Dean lay back against the bed, feeling dizzy. He’d strained something when he sat up too fast. Fuck. He needed out of this bed, to get to her before she disappeared again.

“But why?”

“Because she’s bitchy, uppity, kind of mean and pretty. She loves with her whole heart, and she’s the biggest liar I know.” How could he not love a woman who conned people with every breath? A conceited princess with no heart? Hell no. She was just a woman afraid of being alone, who didn’t know how to connect with people without saying the wrong thing.

“A liar? My sister?” Miles looked confused. “We are talking about Stacey and not Joy, right?”

“Joy came to see me. I’m talking about the obnoxious one, the blond bimbo who should have been taking care of me, like a proper mate.” He tried to get up again, but this time Miles held him down.

“Easy there, Tex.”

“This is Montana, dickhead. Who the hell are you calling Tex?”

Miles sighed. “Okay, Mr. Literal. Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find Stacey.”

“To do what, exactly?”

Dean just grinned.

“For God’s sake, you can barely walk.” Miles rubbed his eyes. “Let’s say you find her. What do you think is going to happen once you declare yourself? Do you expect her to move in here and have a litter of kittens to go with the pride’s growing brood?”

Dean scowled. “She loves me back, you know. She’s just too damn scared to handle me. Knows I won’t bend to her every whim, and she’s not sure what to do about it. But I know her. We’ll check out Miami together and do what she needs to. I’m flexible. I can tolerate a lot for the right woman.” And it was her.

Stacey Bermin, the only female he hadn’t been bored with after a few dates. The sole feline he wanted with his last breath, whom he considered more important than all the pranks, camp outs and women in the world. He couldn’t believe she’d been right under his nose all this time. For her he’d do anything. But he had to find her first.

“You truly amaze me, Chastell.” Miles shook his head. The bastard looked good in blue, go figure. “Stacey is currently packing in her cabin. We have plane tickets. Our departure is in two more days. So I suggest you heal as quickly as possible and get yourself packed. We’ll be ready to roll.” He frowned. “When did you see Joy last, anyway?”

“Yesterday. She poked her head in, saw I was fine, then darted out of here before I could say boo.”

“Shit.”

“Miles?”

“I have to go. If you see her again, sit on her and yell for me. That girl has some explaining to do.”

Dean could barely handle thinking about one Bermin female. Now Joy was in trouble? He shouldn’t have been surprised. But what to do about Stacey? She had a right to be upset that he hadn’t done more to protect her. She’d saved herself, made her own money and had her own life down in Miami. What the hell did Dean think he could give her that she couldn’t get from someone else, somewhere else?

As he sat, a subtle scent invaded. Stacey had been on his mind and in his heart for so long, he’d completely ignored the fact that she’d stayed with him in other places. And if she had, that could only mean she’d given herself to him—in no small way.

It didn’t take him but a minute. The answer was so clear, it slapped him in the face when he looked at that handsome man staring back at him in the mirror. He knew what he could give her.

“Me. I’ve got me.” Dean grinned, confident that Stacey might actually be better than him in a lot of ways, but he’d burrowed under her skin and refused to leave. Now to show her he had staying power.

With just an hour before she had to go to the airport, Stacey rearranged the clothes in her bag for the twelfth time. She had no urge to pack again but couldn’t help herself, not when she’d be leaving part of herself with Dean in Cougar Falls. The people here were far from sophisticated, and hell, their obsession with denim and flannel gave her hives, but she’d seen more truth, honesty and integrity in the pride in the short time she’d hidden out here at the ranch than in her many years in Miami.

Yet her business was there. Her life showing off her designs, her skills. Without that, she’d lose money. And without money, she’d… What? She had her looks, but those would fade in time. Money gave her a sense of power, and as long as she kept making it, she’d be okay.

Her sisters thought she was making a mistake. Melissa and Amy planned to stay in Cougar Falls. Miles was coming, of course. Joy… Stacey frowned. Her hotheaded sister had gone ahead to meet them in Miami. But she’d been acting funny. Stacey really should talk to Miles about it, but she couldn’t stop missing Dean, and she hadn’t left yet. It annoyed her to feel so connected to him when he hadn’t once asked about her.

Grady and Burke had shaken their heads sadly when she’d asked about him, and not wanting to be a source of pity, she’d pretended it didn’t matter. But it did. That jackass had his life thanks to her. But did he even want to know how she’d fared?

A knock at the door startled her. She hadn’t heard anyone near. “Yes?”

No one answered. Irritated at having her pity party interrupted, she flung the door open and stared at nothing. But she scented Dean close by.

Her body quivered with recognition, and the cat inside her started to purr. Her animal spirit wanted to lick him up, to see for herself that her mate had survived and was ready to procreate once more.

That slutty cat would be the death of her.

She turned and slammed the door behind her, except it didn’t shut. Something—someone—shoved her toward the bed.

The door shut and locked before she caught her balance. And then Dean was crowding behind her, not giving her time for breath before he slammed her face down onto a quilt comforter.

“Oomph.”

“Sorry, baby. My balance is a little off.”

“Get off me, you oaf,” came out muffled against the bed sheets.

“What?” He moved back and sat on her.

Stunned that anyone would confuse her with a chair, she tried to buck him off the small of her back. “Get off!”

“Not until you unpack, princess.”

“You— Unpack?”A jolt of warmth shook her.

“Yep. You heard me.” He groaned. “Man, my body is killing me. A good mate would see to her man’s comfort. So unpack and get me naked. I need some lovin’.”

She couldn’t have heard correctly. “I’m sorry?”

“About time you apologized.” He sighed. “I figure you’re scared now that we’ve committed to each other. But that’s okay. We can go to Miami or wherever you need to be to do your fashion stuff. But I’d like to visit on holidays at least. Winters here are beautiful, and my cat likes the snow.”

“But—I—you—”

“Still, it would have been nice if you’d come to see me. I asked about you constantly, but my brothers told me you didn’t give a crap. I know better.”

“Your brothers are assholes.” She glared up at him over her shoulder, wishing he’d move those dense bones of his. Dean had asked about her constantly? Warmth unfurled through the cold spots in her heart. “I’ve visited you more than once since you were injured. Hell, I stayed with you through several nights. I was told you never asked about me. Not once.”

“Is that so?” He got that look in his eyes that promised payback, and she was glad not to be on the receiving end. “So now you know. I was waiting for you.” His expression sobered. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you.”

“What?”

“That I passed out in that nasty ski lodge and you had to fight Lex yourself. I didn’t doubt you could kick his ass, but you shouldn’t have had to.”

“It was a pleasure.” But it meant the world to her he’d believed she could beat Lex. He seemed more upset that he hadn’t helped her, not that she’d taken Lex out.

“I remember biting Jeremy’s ankle, but not much else.”

She chuckled. “You gnawed on him a bit. Then Grady crushed his larynx.”

“Good man.” Dean nodded. “For that at least.”

Silence filled the room.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you move your ass?”

“Oh.” He shifted off her and groaned, but at least she could breathe comfortably again.

Until she noted his bare upper torso and the low-riding sweatpants. She worked hard to swallow. “You look like hell.”

“Back at you, sugar.”

“Please. I look divine.”

He grimaced. “Yeah, you do. But you don’t look happy. Why the fuck are you packing?”

“I have a life to get back to. I don’t belong here.” So why did she suddenly wish she did?

“You could if you wanted. You could help all the pathetic women in Cougar Falls, the ones needing fashion advice. Then they wouldn’t have to shop online.” He cleared his throat. “I could build you a house. A big one that you could design any way you wanted. And I’d tell you every day how beautiful you are.”

Her heart raced. “I know I’m beautiful.”

“No you don’t.”

She frowned. “I’m gorgeous. People love me.”

“No. People love the blond hair, the blue eyes and those delectable tits and ass. I love that too, sure, but for me, it’s the woman on the inside who counts.” Dean lay back on the bed and put his hands behind his head, looking like he meant to take a nap. “I’m in love with the woman and that mean cat behind the façade.”

This was how he told her the most important words she’d ever heard in her life? How he declared that he loved her?

She rolled to her knees and loomed over him on the bed, her hands planted on her hips so she wouldn’t wrap them around his throat. “You tell me you love me while half asleep?”

“I’m injured,” he whined and looked up at her through half-shuttered lids. “And I’m aching.”

“You big baby.” She melted inside, remembering how much abuse he’d taken for her. He loves me. Oh my God. “You probably say this to all your dates.”

He opened his eyes wide, and the honest love there said what words never could. “No. Never said that to anyone. Just you.”

As they absorbed what that meant, Stacey knew now was the time. She either took a chance on Dean, or she went back to the lonely beaches in Florida, where empty, shallow and handsome men hung on her every word. None of them wore Levis, and none of them had ever seen beyond the blond veneer. And she would never claim any of them, not since she’d already given her heart to the sneaky cat watching her like prey.

She bit her lip. “You’re probably making it sound worse than it is.”

“I’m not. I really, really hurt.” He shifted on the bed and brought her attention to the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“Oh?” Interested, she leaned closer.

“Yeah. If I remember right, you’re supposed to make me all better.” He crooked his finger.

Bemused, she leaned down, and he whispered in her ear, “You claimed me, baby. You can’t take it back.”

Hell. He knew.

The overjoyed grin on his face was her undoing. He didn’t leer. He didn’t smirk or laugh. He purred with happiness.

“And you’re glad about that?”

“Hell yeah. I’ve lusted after you for years, but you’re such a pain in my ass.”

“Dean.”

“Man-whore this, bastard that. But you always seemed like another person under all your bluster. I think you like me—you always liked me. And you claimed me, princess.” He crooked his finger again, and when she leaned close, he kissed her. “Let me claim you back.”

“But I’m leaving.”

“With me.”

“You love Cougar Falls. Your family is here.” He’d actually leave his home for her?

“Yep. And they’ll always be my family. You’re my mate, Stacey. We both know it. The question is, are you brave enough to keep me?”

“Explain that.”

He shrugged. “Women love me. That’s a fact. But I’m a one-woman cat. I might have dated a lot, but only one woman at a time while I’ve been looking for that special girl. I found her. It’s you.”

“Me.” That’s right. Me. Her cat preened.

“But you’re going to have to be able to handle the fact that I’m hot, sexy and a chick magnet. I figure if I can handle all the Romeos wanting your attention, you can deal with my fan club.”

What he said made sense. Kind of. “A little arrogant, aren’t you?”

“Then I’m the perfect man for you, aren’t I?” He pulled her closer to lie next to him on the bed. “I’ve kept my distance for years, but once I tasted you, once you got inside my cat, I was a goner. Put me out of my misery and say yes.”

She felt out of sorts, simultaneously elated and terrified. Dean mattered. What if she screwed up and he left? What if he saw the real her and ran the other way? Even she knew beauty was only skin deep.

“You just want me for my money,” she accused, her mind racing. If he wanted her money, at least she had something to keep him interested.

“And your body, don’t forget that.” He nodded, smirking. “Yep. I found me a rich woman with nice breasts. I’m golden.”

If she gave him twenty bucks, he’d probably spend it on beers for his friends. The man needed her money like he needed a hole in his head. Dear God, he really loved her. She swallowed hard. “Yeah, well, what do I get if I take you on?”

“My wonderful family,” he deadpanned.

She laughed, then remembered she was supposed to be freaking out about her future.

“And my fine body. Come on, Stace. You have to admit I have a stellar tongue.”

“Hmm. There is that. But how do I know you won’t throw me over for some other woman?”

He snorted. “I’ve already been through the ladies out here. Hello? Still single.” His eyes darkened as he looked her over. “Or I was single, until you.”

She teetered on decision’s edge, ready to change her life forever. “So maybe if we stayed here, I’d be more comfortable. I mean, there’s less competition for me. You’ve already slept with most of the town,” she added to be nasty.

His breath hitched. “Yeah. That’s true. No one else for me here to work my wiles on.”

“I guess your family will keep you busy enough that you’re not always clinging to me while I’m working. I’ll have my hands full trying to bring style to this poor little town.”

“Yep. Think about Cougar Falls, baby. They need you. Miami doesn’t need you as much.”

“Hmm. But how do I know I’ll be happy here?”

He shook his head. “That was my line. Seems to me you still owe me for not trusting me from the beginning. Lying about Quince. About Lex. Getting me all beat up.”

“You’re healed.” But she choked up, remembering him so helpless, so hurt while Hunters and rogues surrounded them.

His expression softened. He caught a tear from her eyelash. “Uh-uh. You’re not getting off so easy.”

“What?”

“I’m not buying the tears. I’m the walking wounded. I’ll carry scars on my fine body for life.”

“You mean until you shift back and forth a few times and heal.”

“Well, yeah, but it will feel like forever.” He shook his head. “I think you should take at least one pain away.”

“Oh?”

He glanced down at his erection.

The schemer. God, she loved him. Dean used jokes and laughter to work through his problems. She’d seen him joke his way out of bigger trouble, and right now, the love she felt vibrating through their tied spirits radiated joy.

Only a moron would walk away from a future with Dean, and Stacey refused to be led by fear. If Dean tried cheating or messing her over, she’d make him pay. The thought encouraged her.

“So wounded,” he said again and tugged his pants down to free himself. He didn’t wear underwear. “I bet a few kisses would make everything better.”

“I’ll just bet.” Stacey scooted down the bed and gently pried his legs apart, aware of his real injuries still healing. “Throbbing, is it?”

“You have no idea,” he answered, his voice gravelly.

She didn’t give him any warning and took him to the back of her throat.

He groaned her name and arched off the bed, his hands in her hair, his cock hot and wet. She sucked and licked, teasing his balls while she loved him with her body, mind and spirit.

“God I love you,” he moaned as she stroked the underside of his shaft and scraped his inner thighs with sharp nails.

She flicked her tongue along his slit, lapping up his cream, and she purred when his animal spirit crept through her, petting her cat.

“Christ, I’m coming. So hard, baby. Oh God. Stacey. Take me.” He pumped and filled her mouth with seed. And while she absorbed his essence, his cat entwined with hers, scent layering over them both and settling into a connection that would never fade, never end.

She finished swallowing and let him fall from her mouth. Rising to her knees, she stared at the puckered flesh of claw and bite marks. Saw the play of strong muscle there beneath her thighs and gaze. Dean Chastell—all hers and only hers. The way it should have been all along.

“You’re looking at me like you’re going to eat me again,” Dean teased in a thick voice. “I like it.”

“You should, Jethro. Not just any man can handle me in all my glory.”

He grinned, and his smile made him absolutely beautiful. “You’re going to want a really big house, aren’t you?”

“And an even bigger ring.”

He chuckled. “You’re paying for it, moneybags.”

“I know. But we’ll pretend you hocked your life savings just for me.”

“I will if you want me to.”

And she knew he would. Money didn’t mean much to Dean. Family, love, a mate. Those were his riches. And now hers too.

“I just want you, Dean.” She paused. “There’s just one thing.”

“What?”

She liked that he looked wary. He might play dumb, but the man had an uncanny way about him. “No jeans and no flannel at our wedding. And when we have date nights twice a month, you wear the clothes I set out for you.”

“Hell. You’re going to be a pain in my ass about this, aren’t you?”

“Every damn day for the rest of your life, Gomer. Count on it.”

Content

A Matter of Pride
Cougar Falls - 5
by
Marie Harte

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine