A Christmas Kiss

Breeds -19

Lora Leigh

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

A special thank-you to all the dear and special friends who have stood behind me, beside me and in front of me through a very difficult year.

Lue Anne, Natalie, Jennifer and Janine. Jessica, Crissy, Donna and Sheila. For my son, Bret, who always has my back; and my dearest friend, Sharon, who has supported me more times than I can count.

For my daughter, Holly, for running the roads; and Ryan, for putting up the fence. For Renae, for helping when I needed it the most; and for Ann Marie, for the shoes and wonderful e-mails.

All of you have made my life brighter, enriched it and understood when things got crazy.

Thank you.

ONE

Wolf Mountain, Colorado Wolf Breed Compound, Haven

There was something about a winter snowfall that Jessica

Raines had always loved. A sense of warmth, despite the cold. A sense of wonder, a remnant of her childhood that she had never lost.

Now, as she moved through the soft, heavy winter white that fell around her, she had never felt less like a child. At twenty-four, she felt old, worn and tired.

Christmas was coming. Lights were strung around the Wolf Breed Compound of Haven and windows were lit up with the festive colors of the season as lavishly decorated trees twinkled merrily into the winter night.

Christmas was coming and Jessica had never felt less festive.

The snow was beautiful though. She had missed it last year during her imprisonment in the underground cells to which the Wolf Breeds had kept her confined. Because she had been a traitor. No matter how reluctantly, still, she had betrayed the very people she had believed in so deeply. Even as she had done it, helpless against the compulsions rising inside her, Jessica had raged, fought, screamed silently. But still, she had hidden information, relayed defense maneuvers and revealed the residences of the Wolf Breed alpha and his mate, as well as their second-in-command to her father.

The pure blood society he had worked with had nearly killed them. If she hadn’t found the strength to pull two of the mates from their homes before the attack, then they would have been killed.

She pushed her fingers through her hair, tugging at the tender roots as she fought to make sense of the betrayal her father had dealt her. He had been sending her to certain death. He had to have known it. The drug he had slipped into her food and drinks when she visited, the orders he had given her—he had known beyond a shadow of a doubt that she would be caught, and that she would die. And still, he had done it.

She couldn’t even ask him why he had done it. He was dead now. The society he had been a part of was disbanded. Advert, the small town outside the Breed compound was under Wolf Breed control, but still, Jessica suffered.

She had lost everything because of his hatred for a species that hadn’t asked to be created. One that was determined to survive now that it existed. He had sacrificed his daughter, and then his own life, for nothing.

She lifted her face to the falling snow and imagined the dampness on her skin was the moisture of the melting ice. It wasn’t. It was tears, and she knew it. Her father wasn’t the only one who had lost in his bid to destroy the Breeds; Jessica had lost as well, much more than anyone could imagine.

Pausing, she leaned against the large trunk of a towering oak and gazed up at the close canopy of thick, dark clouds. The snow was flying thicker, harder. It suddenly had a heavy, ominous feel to it, as though nature were moving in to exact vengeance for crimes untold.

Or perhaps against her.

Grimacing at the flight of fancy, she shook her head before moving quickly to turn back to the cabin she had left. That sudden movement was followed by a loud retort and a chunk of bark striking her in the face.

There was a second of disbelief, a pause as the realization that someone was shooting at her filtered through her system, before Jessica jumped behind the tree, heart racing, fear pounding within her.

Someone had just fired on her.

She was in the middle of the forest with no coat, no weapon, no guards. She was undefended in a place where she shouldn’t have needed defending.

Now what?

She stared around the bleak winter landscape, fighting to catch her breath through the pounding of her heart as she tried to think quickly. Logically.

She couldn’t see anyone, couldn’t sense anyone. Right now she would give her eyeteeth for those nifty super-senses the Breeds possessed. Advanced hearing, seeing and sense of smell would come in handy right now.

She couldn’t stand there much longer, she told herself. She was going to have to move soon or the shooter could work his way around until he had a line of sight on her that she couldn’t escape.

There was only one course of action. She gripped the rough trunk of the tree, hard, before throwing herself past it and racing for the large rocks and boulders a short distance away.

Shots fired behind her. Clumps of dirt flew up, striking against her as she ran. She slid into the snug embrace of the boulders, flinching on a hard shudder as another bullet exploded against the side of a huge rock.

“Cowards,” she bit out furiously, pushing herself as close against the rock as she could. “Bastards.”

Surely to God one of the Breeds would have heard the gunshots by now. Haven, the Wolf Breed Compound, was patrolled by one of the best Breed security forces in the world. So where were they now? Maybe it hadn’t really been such a good idea to slip away from her bodyguard.

On hands and knees she crawled through the mess of boulders lying around like a child’s toys tossed about haphazardly.

The sharp retort sounded again, this time sending chips of stone flying over her head as she wedged herself between upright columns and fought to make herself as small as possible.

She was dead. The Breeds should have just killed her a year ago when they were debating the action, because she was definitely going to die now.

Where the hell were the Breed patrols? Or was that who was shooting at her?

Fear rushed through her system in a surge of adrenaline as the next shot sent a bullet tearing into the stone above her head. They were getting closer. She wasn’t going to survive. She would die here, in the cold and the snow, and it would probably take a while for someone to find her body. Evidently no one was too concerned with her now that she had been released, though she was confined to Haven. It was probably a Breed trying to kill her.

“Jess.” A hand clamped over her mouth and strong arms jerked her behind the rocks as another shot struck beside her shoulder.

Heated, hard and male, the large body she was suddenly cushioned against was a welcome relief, a place of security as she recognized the voice at her ear.

Hawke Esteban.

Relief poured through her system with enough force to leave her dizzy. One arm curled around her waist, dragging her backward to the security of another outcropping of the large rocks she had been using for protection.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” he hissed in her ear, his dark, brooding voice sizzling with anger.

She tried to shake her head. How the hell was she supposed to talk with his calloused palm clapped over her lips?

“Stay still,” he ordered as she struggled against him. “Mordecai and Rule are moving in on the shooter.”

Mordecai, the cold, steel-hard Coyote assigned to Haven from the Coyote pack in the cliffs above, and Rule, the Lion Breed who normally worked as personal security for the Director of Breed Affairs, Jonas Wyatt.

Both men were killers, true stone-cold Breeds bred to shed blood.

“Let’s get you out of here.” His hand slid away from her mouth. “Stay behind me. We’ll work our way back to the cabin and let them take care of business here.”

Hawke could feel fear crawling through his system as he gripped Jessica’s hand, and following Rule’s directions, began to lead her along the most secure path back to the cabin she had been assigned.

Fear was an unknown emotion to him, until now. Until he had faced the realization that someone was shooting at his mate. That he could lose her. That everything he had fought for over the past year could end in her death.

He couldn’t face it, he realized in the moments that he, Mordecai and Rule had raced to her rescue. He couldn’t face Jess’s death. In the past year she had already faced more than any woman should have had to endure; to lose her this way was more than he could contemplate.

Lifting his head, he pulled the scents of the forests into his nostrils, drawing farther away from the sharp tang of evil and gunfire. He could literally smell the intent of the man stalking Jess. The murderous anger; the determination to kill her.

“He’s drawing away, Hawke.” Mordecai’s voice came over the communication link. “We don’t have an ID yet, just scent. Rule is moving in place to capture.”

“Capture, don’t kill,” Hawke warned the Coyote Breed, his voice hard. “I want enough left to question.”

“If I have to,” Mordecai drawled.

“You’re dragging me, Hawke,” Jess protested behind him.

He was dragging her. He was pulling her through the forests at a quick pace, forcing her to keep up with him as he rushed her back to safety.

There had been no report that she had left her cabin, though there were strict orders that he was to know each time she so much as stepped out on the porch.

“We have to get back to the cabin.” He slowed his steps marginally though, knowing she didn’t have the endurance that he himself had. “Did you let anyone know you were leaving the cabin?”

“No,” she stated mutinously behind him. “I didn’t want company.”

“Well, you had company anyway,” he growled. “The wrong sort.”

“Story of my life,” she muttered.

He glared back at her before jerking his head forward again and concentrating on getting her to safety.

He should have known better than to look back at her. Each time he looked at her he was struck by a rush of arousal that bordered on painful, just as he had been the first time he saw her two years ago.

With her red-gold hair falling behind her shoulders in heavy, ribbon-straight curtains, her wide blue eyes and porcelain perfect skin, she was like a vision of angelic innocence. Cupid’s bow lips, finely arched brows, high cheekbones. Her slender body was sleek and compact; at five feet and six inches, a little on the short side compared to Breeds, but with generous breasts and tempting hips.

She made a man think of all the nasty things he could do to that perfect body even as he felt like a perverted monster whenever he looked into her innocent face.

The innocence was real. Jessica Raines was still a virgin, as medical reports attested. And she was his mate.

“What the hell were you doing out here by yourself?” He snarled at her, angry at himself for the overriding lust tormenting him; angry at her for being the innocent, delicate creature she was.

“I’m always by myself,” she snapped back. “Why should a walk in the woods be any different?”

He almost winced at the statement, because it was the truth. She’d been imprisoned for a year, seeing only the doctor, a few of the higher ranking Breed female mates and her interrogators until they managed to figure out why Jessica had betrayed them. When she had been released, it had been into Haven only. She wasn’t allowed off the compound. She was given her own cabin, and most Breeds steered well clear of her because she was his mate.

“You have bodyguards,” he reminded her coldly. “Sharone and Emma were assigned to you when you were released. They’re not exactly unfriendly, so why weren’t they with you?”

Sharone and Emma, two of the rare Coyote Breed females, loved trouble. He’d expected any day to have to deal with a situation they had orchestrated where Jess was concerned.

“They have two days off.” She shrugged. “I imagine today was one of those days.”

“Ashley?” He barked out the name of the other coyote female. “She’s on backup.”

She shrugged again. He felt the movement through her arm as they cleared the woods and headed for the cabin. The compound was on red alert. Breeds were rushing through the woods now, the main gates were closed and the entire compound on lockdown.

Hawke’s lips thinned. Jess was to be protected at all costs. She was to have a guard twenty-four/seven and he would be damned if he wouldn’t know, and know fast, exactly why one of those guards hadn’t been present.

God help Ashley if she had deserted his mate. Coyote females were rare, and they would be one less if he found out the flighty, girlish little Coyote had literally thrown his mate to the enemy.

TWO

Jessica had a feeling she was getting ready to see Hawke explode when they entered the roomy cabin and heard the muffled thump against the basement door.

Her lips set mutinously as Hawke turned, stared back at her narrowly, then strode to the door that led to the basement below.

He jerked it open, his expression freezing as Ashley True sprawled to the wood floor of the living room. Her delicately streaked long blonde hair fell over her face for a brief moment before she swiped it out of her way and jumped gracefully to her feet to glare at Jessica.

Hawke was staring at her too, with that frozen, immobile expression she so hated. It would almost be worth sharing a kiss with the son of a bitch just to see some emotion cross his face.

“She locked me in,” Ashley gritted out as she pointed an accusing finger at Jessica. “I broke a nail.” She turned to Hawke, her voice raising. “Do you even have a clue how hard it is to get my alpha to approve a trip to the salon? Let alone pay for it? I have to actually be hurt. If I have to take another bullet to get my nails done, we’re going to fight, Hawke.”

Jessica crossed her arms over her breasts. “Do like the rest of us mortals. Clip them down and file them yourself,” she told her, her voice laden with sarcasm.

It had been over a year since Jessica had been to a salon. She had no sympathy whatsoever for the girl.

“And I tore my jeans.” Ashley glared down at her jeans as though Jessica hadn’t spoken.

“Give it another year and the ripped jeans will be in style again.” Jessica shrugged, refusing to show even a hint of nervousness at the silent, dark look Hawke was shooting across the room at her.

“She is a menace.” Ashley stabbed her finger in Jessica’s direction again. “She refuses to stay put. She tries to sneak off. She never takes orders and she will not, under any circumstances, share her soda with me.”

Jessica smirked. She liked her soda, and getting it wasn’t easy. Most Breeds refused to pick anything up for her in town, and when she did manage to get it, she tended to hoard it. Especially considering the fact that the few times she had shared her soda with Ashley, the other girl had never returned with more.

She had been highly inconsiderate, Jessica deduced. Therefore, she refused to share any longer.

“You’re relieved for the day, Ash,” Hawke growled, though he continued to stare back at Jessica as though he were doom and gloom coming to set up permanent residence.

Ashley’s nostrils flared in annoyance as her gaze slid to Hawke before returning to Jessica.

“Someone should just shoot her and put us out of our misery,” she stated with another glare in Jessica’s direction.

“Someone nearly did,” Hawke informed her.

The statement made Ashley pause, her gaze narrowing on Jessica as the pouting, spoiled features transformed to cool, dangerous intent.

“Orders?” she asked Hawke. “Orders other than simply leaving?”

“Stand by,” he ordered without taking his gaze from Jessica. “I’m sure you’ll have the privilege of spending more time here soon.”

There were no smart-assed comebacks. Ashley gave a quick, somber nod before striding to the front door, opening it and leaving the cabin as quickly as Hawke had dragged Jessica back into it.

“Ashley’s not easily duped,” he stated with an air of lazy interest as his gaze flicked over her. “How did you get her in the basement?”

Cocking her hip, Jessica stared back at him mockingly. “Soda. I told her I had the extras stored downstairs and I wasn’t going after them.”

“Soda.” He gave a quick, hard shake of his head. “That girl is going to end up rotting her stomach with that crap. Or shooting you to get one. How did you get them this time?”

She kept her lips shut tight. There wasn’t a chance in hell she was betraying her source this time. The last time she had so unwisely told anyone who was sneaking her soda, that Breed had been transferred to parts unknown.

“You have no right to restrict them.” Dropping her arms from her breasts, she stalked into the kitchen where she moved to the coffeepot and the decaffeinated coffee sitting on the counter.

Another no-no. Coffee with caffeine.

“You have no right to risk your health with them.” He followed her, of course. “Dr. Armani warned you that the drinks could have an adverse affect on you and yet you still drink them.”

“And still, no adverse affects.” She turned back to him with a tight smile as she gripped the counter behind her. “You limit my sodas, my coffee and my chocolate. I can’t leave Haven and I can’t contact friends on the outside. I thought I was free, Hawke?”

That had been the ruling of the Breed Tribunal three months ago. She had been drugged, forced to follow the orders she had been given, and still she had managed to save the women that the pure blood society had tried to strike against. They had given her freedom, but it was so limited that sometimes she wondered if it was any different from the imprisonment she had suffered before.

“You are free.” But even in his voice she could hear the truth that she was anything but.

Shaking her head, she tossed him a mocking smile before pushing away from the counter and heading back to the living room.

“You can leave now,” she told him. “I’m safe and sound, as you can see. I don’t need you anymore.”

“Did you ever?”

There was a dangerous, warning quality to his voice that brought her to a stop in the doorway. She stared across the room at the fireplace, forcing herself not to turn back to him. Jess reminded herself that the pain she felt in her chest was a side effect of the fear and not any other emotion.

“I did, once,” she finally answered. “Did it do me any good?”

She didn’t give him a chance to answer. Moving from the doorway, she walked through the living room and into her bedroom beyond, where she closed the door quietly behind her.

Once, she had cried for him. She had lain on a metal cot, sobbed into her pillow and prayed that he would help her, that he’d at least visit her, that he would give her a chance to explain. That he would just talk to her.

It hadn’t happened. For twelve months she had lived in near isolation. Month by month the hope that she had clung to at first slowly receded until there had been nothing left.

As she moved across the room the door behind her squeaked open, causing her to turn on her heel and stare back at Hawke in surprise.

Thick black hair fell over his brow despite his attempts to push it back with his fingers. Golden brown eyes—not quite amber, not quite yellow gold—stared back at her with brooding intensity while the savage planes and angles of his face were more defined by the day’s growth of beard that darkened his expression.

Snug jeans conformed to powerful legs and thighs, spanned lean hips and tight lower abs. A denim shirt was buttoned over his chest, but did nothing to hide the muscular breadth of it.

He was so handsome he stole her breath. But that was normal for a Breed, she told herself. They were all incredibly good-looking in a rough and alluring way. They had been created for strength, endurance and killing. But they had also been created to please the senses of those who had created them.

As well as those who would see them. Hawke was the epitome of the rough and tough male. His gaze was brooding, his expression hardened, his body muscular and well formed. He was every woman’s waking fantasy.

He was the man she had dreamed about, ached for, and had finally given up on.

“I stayed away for a reason.”

She’d been out of the underground cell for nearly three months, and this was the first time he had broached the subject. She hadn’t dared mention it. She didn’t want to discuss it, didn’t want to deal with the emotions she knew would rush through her.

“You made the right decision.” Jessica stared back at him, refusing to back down, refusing to let him know how much his defection had hurt her.

Of all the Breeds she had known, he alone should have understood that she would have never betrayed them willingly.

“It was the right decision.” His nod was short, perfunc tory. It was an agreement that sliced at her soul.

“So why bring it up?” And why hadn’t she just let the subject drop? Why bring it up when it really didn’t matter anymore?

“We’ve been playing this game since you were released,” he stated, his voice quiet though dark with some hidden emotion that she wasn’t certain she wanted to name.

“And what game would that be? The one where I don’t want to be here? Or the one where you insist I stay? Go, do whatever you do, Hawke, and leave me in peace. And while you’re at it, keep the babysitters at home, if you don’t mind.”

“If you’d had a babysitter today you wouldn’t have nearly been killed.” There was an edge to his voice, an underlying anger that she knew burned inside her as well.

“I survived it.” She shrugged, though the fear at the thought of what had nearly happened couldn’t be shut off as effectively as she would have preferred.

“You survived it?” Male outrage dominated his features now. His eyes glittered with it; his expression was filled with it. “Son of a bitch, Jess, you were nearly killed.”

“Nearly doesn’t count. Would you leave now? I’d like to shower.”

She turned away from him, trying to appear nonchalant, uncaring. She very much wanted to live, but she had learned in the past year that the rules to her life had changed. Now if someone would just tell her what the new rules were, then she might have a chance at living.

The amazement slowly left his expression, but what replaced it sent a surge of feminine weakness racing through her system. A look alone shouldn’t have the power to weaken a woman’s knees and send arousal flooding through her system. It shouldn’t be bold enough, hot enough, that she could feel her sex flushing, swelling, instantly growing damp.

And a man shouldn’t have the senses to detect it. She watched as his nostrils flared, his gaze darkening as he recognized the scent of her arousal. It wasn’t fair, because she couldn’t sense his emotions, his arousal.

Her gaze flicked uncontrollably to the crotch of his jeans and she found herself swallowing tightly at the sight of a bulge that hadn’t been there before.

The front of his jeans were full, the proof of his arousal pressing against the material and filling her head with erotic imagery.

She had to force her gaze back to his face, only to see the heavy-lidded, hungry look in eyes that assured her that he knew exactly where she had been looking.

“We’re fighting a losing battle,” he told her, his voice darker, deeper. “It’s going to happen, Jess, and when it does, there will be no turning back. You know that.”

Yes, she knew that. She knew well what mating heat was, and what it would do to her, as well as to him. She knew that once it happened, she was tied to him forever.

But wasn’t she already tied to him forever? a little voice questioned her. It wasn’t as though she could get him out of her mind, out of her fantasies. He’d been there before her confinement, and thoughts of him had filled her dreams and her thoughts during the entire time she had been there.

The days and nights that she had longed to see him, ached to lay her head against his chest and feel his arms around her. She’d cried for him. They hadn’t kissed, hadn’t touched, but the time they had spent together had cemented him in her heart.

She didn’t understand why. She didn’t question it. She knew he was there. It was that love-at-first-sight crap, she thought with self-directed fury. That instant attraction, that instant need, which went far beyond the chemical and biological mating heat that the Breeds experienced.

“I want you to leave,” she whispered, though in her heart she knew that wasn’t what she really wanted. She wanted him to hold her, to touch her, to ease the burning ache that filled her soul.

He stared back at her for long, bleak moments before nodding sharply.

“This time,” he stated with a hint of anger. “This time I will, Jess. Don’t expect it next time.”

He turned on his heel and left the room. Seconds later she heard the front door close.

She collapsed on the pretty quilted bedspread covering her bed and breathed out with a long, weary sigh. He wouldn’t promise he would leave the next time. She was living on borrowed time where the mating heat was concerned, and she knew it. The problem was, she had a feeling that after today’s attack, she was living on borrowed time, period.

THREE

It’s escalating.” Hawke stepped into Alpha Gunnar’s of “fice and faced off with not just his own alpha, Wolfe, but his second-in-command, Jacob Arlington, and Haven’s head of security, Aiden Chance.

The three powerful Wolf Breeds were a force to be reckoned with. They were perhaps the most powerful men Hawke knew, Breed or human. They had gathered together the Wolf Breeds, fought for a home, secured it, ensured it before ever revealing who they were or what they intended within their own community.

They had brought peace and safety to the people who followed him.

“We knew it would eventually.” Wolfe leaned back in his chair as he breathed out a hard sigh. “I’m surprised it’s taken them this long.”

“She locked her bodyguard in the basement before going out this afternoon,” Hawke revealed. “We can’t depend on her to watch her own back.”

“Telling her the truth might work.” Jacob Arlington, one of the few Breeds with the coloring of the red wolf rather than the gray or black, spoke up then. “She might care more about her own life if she was aware that it was actually in danger.”

Hawke threw him a hard glare. “I believe I was ordered to keep that information to myself for the time being.” He turned back to Wolfe. “That time is up, Wolfe. It’s now time for a measure of honesty with her. I’ll lose her otherwise.”

Wolfe stared back at him silently for long moments before he began to shake his head.

“Don’t make me ignore a direct order, Wolfe,” Hawke suggested, feeling the animal he was inside rising to the surface. “We’ll all regret it.”

He’d followed medical as well as security advice for a year now. He’d stayed away from his mate while she was confined, did nothing to risk the mating heat that would have demanded her release. He gave the pack a chance to secure itself, to determine the extent of damage that had been caused by her treason. When it was discovered that she had been drugged, he had heeded medical advice and kept his distance even after her release to ensure that all the drug was out of her system before the mating heat began.

He had taken all measures to protect his mate. He himself had stood at her door countless days and nights to make certain that her security wasn’t compromised. To make sure that she was safe. He had listened to her cry, listened to her whisper his name; he had listened to her pray to God for answers when she couldn’t figure out why she had betrayed the people she had sworn to protect.

He had ached with her. His eyes had grown damp with her tears; rage had eaten him alive through those months. And now, to think his alpha would suggest he stay away from her longer, when a threat to her life was clear, caused the wolf he was created from to snarl in fury.

“I would never suggest you refrain from giving her the truth that will protect her now, Hawke.” Wolfe surprised him with the statement. “I was merely going to say that perhaps a mistake has been made in keeping the information from her this long. She’s clearly in danger, just as we’ve suspected. Arm her with the truth and perhaps we can regain the loyalty we lost in her when we had her confined.”

Hawke’s lips thinned at the continuance. It was the Tribunal’s belief that they had lost Jessica’s loyalty because of their need to confine her, to lock her away from the Breeds as well as from her own people. Hawke didn’t believe that. Not once had Jessica tried to escape in the months that she had been free. She had sought solitude. She had sought moments when eyes weren’t watching her. But she had never indicated a need to escape, or indicated anger with the Breeds in general. It was more an anger directed toward Hawke.

“I’m pulling in a team from the Coyote base,” Aiden informed him. “It will be done quietly, and they’ll be placed on protective covert detail around her. We know Haven is being watched. This way, whoever is watching will believe we’ve become lax about her safety.” Aiden leaned forward intently. “We need to capture her would-be assassin, Hawke. There were men we didn’t catch earlier this year with the pure blood society we disbanded. We need the information they have, as well as the resources they’re using. She’s our only link to them.”

“Her safety will not be compromised in this quest of yours, Aiden,” Hawke growled, the animalistic rumble of his voice burring his words. “I’ve held back the mating heat, but nothing will change the fact that she is my mate.”

Aiden nodded at the statement as he turned back to Wolfe.

“I’m claiming my mate.” Hawke stared his alpha down then. “I’ve given you the time you needed, Wolfe. Jessica Raines is my mate. I’ll go without her no longer.”

Wolfe shared a look with his second-in-command before turning back to Hawke with a short nod. “I appreciate your trust in me, Hawke. You’ve denied yourself when others wouldn’t have, and given us the time we needed to find answers rather than giving her her freedom based on law. It tells me more than words can say about the loyalty you give to the Breeds.”

“My loyalty was to her,” Hawke snapped. “My mate was no traitor. There was only one way to prove it. It’s been proven. Now, I’ll have what’s mine.”

FOUR

She should have known Hawke wouldn’t stay away long. The bodyguard he had left outside the house was male. She had noticed both during and after her release that it was a very rare occurrence for a male of either Breed or human persuasion to come around her.

She had female bodyguards. Her doctor was female. Her visitors, namely the alpha’s mate, Hope, or his second-in-command’s wife, Faith. Occasionally, Charity Chance visited, but since the birth of her and Aiden’s son, she hadn’t been by.

She watched the Range Rover pull into the small grav eled driveway in front of the cabin she had been given, and Hawke stepped out. As arrogant as any man could be, as handsome as sin, he stood beneath the falling snow like a force of nature daring the elements to come after him.

Daring anyone to come after him or to oppose him.

He was an integral part of Haven’s security team. He had been an advisor and security leader in the security and communications station where she had worked a little more than a year ago. He had been firm and honest, but he hadn’t always been easy to work with. He didn’t suffer fools easily, and he didn’t think twice about physically throwing out anyone not performing up to standards.

Did he still oversee security there? she wondered. She realized she had no idea what he did now. She saw him driving through the compound often, stopping, talking to the security teams, directing them to different areas or joking with them. Though she realized she hadn’t seen a smile on his face since she had been released.

He had often smiled at her when she worked security for the Breeds. Cautious little half smiles, as though he hadn’t known how to express his amusement with her shy jokes or at her attempts to flirt with him.

God, she had so fallen in love with him, she realized. Those months she had spent working with him, sharing the quiet lunches in the small garden behind the security center, she had fallen irrevocably in love.

He hadn’t kissed her. He hadn’t touched her. He had been courteous, chivalrous. Something she had never known with anyone else. He was larger than life, and the wound she had inflicted on the fragile relationship they had been building had gone deep. In both of them.

She had known, even then, about mating heat. It was hard not to know when working so closely with the Breeds. And she had known the signs of it. It had been building between them. It would have taken no more than a kiss, perhaps a touch, and it would have flamed to life like a wildfire out of control, as Faith had described it.

Faith, Hope and Charity had been brutally honest with her about the mating heat. Despite the fact that she had been called a traitor, they hadn’t held back when she had questioned them about it.

As Hawke walked to her front door, she folded her arms over the thick sweater that covered her breasts and wondered about that. Why had they been so honest with her when she was suspected to be a traitor?

Of course, if she had been convicted of her crimes, it wasn’t as though the world would have had a chance to hear her side of the story. There would have been no lawyers, and no defense. Breed Law was brutally clear. The papers she had signed in agreeing to it had laid it out in succinct layman’s terms. She had agreed to an execution if she ever betrayed the Breeds. And she had signed it, knowing she would never willingly betray them.

She had learned that there was that one little factor though. Unwillingness. The drug her father had slipped into her system had given her little choice.

The front door opened with an air of arrogance and purpose that personified the man that stepped inside.

He carried a bag under one arm. Shifting it in his grip, he turned to close and lock the door.

Jessica cocked her head to the side. More gifts? He had sent her clothes, shoes, boots and coats since her release. During her captivity he had sent her food from her favorite fast-food restaurant, and soft outfits that had kept her warm in the sterile cell in which she had been confined.

He was always sending gifts. This was the first time he had brought any with him.

“We need to talk.”

Her brows lifted as he turned and walked into the kitchen after making the brusque statement.

She followed him anyway, despite the arrogance that had her hackles rising.

Stepping into the kitchen, she watched as he sat the bag on the kitchen table and pulled the contents free. A bag of regular coffee, a six-pack of soda, her favorite chocolate cookies and a small clear bottle of what appeared to be capsules, a drug of some sort.

“What exactly do we need to talk about?” She was almost salivating for that coffee. It was her favorite brand.

“These.” He sat the bottle of pills prominently in front of the enticing caffeine and chocolate-laced goodies.

Her brows lifted again. “And they are?”

“Hormonal treatments for mating heat,” he stated, his expression hard, almost forbidding, as he stared back at her with those odd, yellowish brown eyes. “They’re for the more uncomfortable symptoms. You also need to decide if you want to take the additional treatment to prevent pregnancy.” He pulled another bottle from his shirt pocket and sat it beside the first.

Jessica felt her heart rate increase. Suddenly, it was pounding against her chest, blood racing through her system and need beginning to burn in areas that she normally tried to ignore.

Between her thighs her clit became swollen and her juices began to dampen the folds of her sex. She could feel lust pouring into her system and emotions she didn’t want to face tearing through her mind.

“Have it all figured out, don’t you?” she whispered as she stared back at him. “Whether I want this or not, it’s going to happen?”

He breathed in slowly, deeply. “You’re my mate, Jessica. We both know what that means. I’ve tried to stay away from you. I’ve tried to wait until the time was right to court you, to give you a chance to accept what it means.”

“Time?” She gave a hard, bitter laugh. “I was jailed, Hawke. You didn’t even visit. I’ve rarely seen you since my release. Perhaps you need to figure out exactly what it means to court a woman before you decide to do it.”

His jaw tightened, the muscle bunching almost violently as she watched him clench his teeth.

“I would have given us more time.” He seemed to push the words past his throat. “Before I began to court you, I wanted to ensure your protection, your safety. And your freedom.” He bit the last word out almost angrily. “I wanted you to choose me. I didn’t want to force the heat.”

“And that’s changed. Why?” She almost softened at the words, at the need she could see in his eyes and the fact that, unlike the circumstances of other mates, hers had tried to give her a choice, a chance to turn her back on it if it wasn’t what she wanted.

“Because I can’t find the man that’s been shadowing you since your release,” he revealed.

Jessica froze at the statement.

“What do you mean, shadowing me? How can anyone but a Breed shadow me, Hawke? Especially here in Haven?”

He glanced away for a long second, his lips tightening, before turning his gaze back to her. “Certain factions of the pure blood societies have found a drug that can disguise individual scent for a short period of time. Since your release, we’ve seen signs of a stalker. We can scent his weapons, the fact that he’s male, and his intent to kill. He’s managing to slip inside Haven and get past our security using this drug. And he’s after you.”

Fear knotted in her stomach. Turning away from him, she pushed her fingers through her unbound hair before pacing to the window and staring out into the snow that seemed to fall harder now, faster.

“To kill me,” she stated softly. “Because I was able to save the mates that they would have killed during that attack.”

The attack for which she had given vital information that aided in it’s coordination.

“That’s what we’ve learned,” he said softly. “Your father had given the orders before his death that once you were released, you were to be killed.”

“I betrayed him.” She smiled bitterly as she turned back to him. “Father never looked kindly on someone who turned his back on what he wanted.”

“There are still several key members who weren’t identified before your release. Most of the members of that group were at the party where the Breeds were attacked, but certain players weren’t there. We’ve been trying to learn their identities, but so far we haven’t managed to do so.”

Jessica nodded slowly. The Breeds had brought pictures to her just before her release, asking her to identify men that she knew her father associated with. She had been asked to name anyone who hadn’t been in those pictures. The Breeds had been thorough. She recognized all of her father’s friends in those pictures, as well as a few that she hadn’t known.

“What does all this have to do with mating heat?” She glanced at the bottles of pills again.

“You’re my mate.” His voice was suddenly guttural, a primal growl that had every nerve ending in her body suddenly violently sensitive and aware of the man standing in front of her. “I’ve waited fifteen months, Jessica. I wanted to court you. I wanted this to be your choice, to be what you needed, not just what I ached for. But the danger is escalating now, and I refuse to take chances with your life.” His fists clenched at his sides as his eyes seemed to glow with hunger. “I won’t let you die. I won’t let you be harmed.” He moved to her, a slow, steady, stalking movement that made her mouth dry and her lips part in anticipation.

Hard male hands clasped her upper arms as she stared up at him, mesmerized by the man and the intensity of his gaze.

“I protect what’s mine.” His eyes moved over her face, paused at her lips, before moving up and locking with her gaze. “You’re mine, Jessica. You’ve been mine since the day I saw you. I can’t help the animal inside me that claims you. I can’t stop the need to protect you. And I would give my life to ensure that you had the time and the freedom to make this choice on your own. But I’ll be with you now, day in and day out. I will protect you. And holding back the hunger that will draw us closer will be impossible.”

Which was why he had brought her the hormones as well as the goodies. The new hormonal treatments had given the female mates the freedom to enjoy their treats without the adverse affects that came with them. Caffeine and chocolate were known to make the symptoms of mating heat worse. The arousal, the need to mate, to touch, kiss and stroke, were nearly impossible to deny as it was. It could become painful. Jessica knew that the need for sex could become agonizing if a female was parted from her mate, unable to feel his touch, take his sex, or know his body.

She inhaled, almost shuddering, as she fought to breathe through those realizations.

“And if I don’t want this mating?” she asked him.

His hands rubbed down her arms, then back up again.

“Then you’d be lying to both of us,” he said softly. “There’s anger in you, and I don’t blame you for that anger. But there’s need, Jess, and there’s emotion. If you hadn’t been confined for a year, you would have come to my arms. We both know that.”

“But I was confined, Hawke.” She moved away, rubbing at her upper arms as she glanced back at him before turning and facing him directly. “You stayed away from me. You never came to me.”

“I would have mated you.” The words were ripped from him. “I would have taken you, Jess. We needed time to prove your innocence. I knew you would never willingly betray us. I had to prove it.”

Surprise filtered through the arousal, surprise that she couldn’t ignore.

“You were trying to prove my innocence?” She frowned. “But, Hawke, I wasn’t innocent. We both know that.”

She had betrayed the Breeds. She had nearly gotten Hope, Faith and Charity killed. She had been responsible for an attack on Haven that could have killed so many of them.

“You were innocent,” he stated, his voice filled with determination. “Jessica, whatever happened, you were not a willing party. We have proof of it now. I knew it then.”

“Yet you never bothered to tell me that?” she asked with a small hint of mockery. “Wow, Hawke. What would it have taken? A note? A phone call? You could have said that and still given me a choice.” The arousal fueled the anger. Need versus pain, the knowledge she had been alone, that he hadn’t come to her, pouring through her. “You could have done something, damn you!” Her voice rose as the hurt overshadowed every other emotion.

“In doing it, I would have risked the very investigation I instigated to prove your innocence,” he fired back. And though his voice stayed low, calm, there was a power throbbing in it that gave her pause. “If I had done anything, it would have risked your life as well as the confidence our enemies had that you were going to die and take their secrets with them.”

“And because you think you had a good reason for what you were doing, then I should just lay down and accept this mating heat as though I have no other choice?” she parried angrily. “Excuse me, Hawke, but doesn’t that sound just a little arrogant, even for you?”

One heavy black brow arched over golden eyes in mocking disbelief as he stared back at her.

“Oh, yeah, how stupid of me to have forgotten Breed arrogance,” she snorted. “You guys just don’t understand limits at all, do you?”

His expression stilled at the comment. “The animal is too close to the surface sometimes, Jess.” He finally sighed. “My need to protect you, to hold you close to me, goes beyond anything you might understand at the moment.” He grimaced, the heavy canines at the sides of his mouth flashing, reminding her that he was indeed very close to his animal cousins. “You’re my mate. Everything inside me demands that I ensure our bond. I’m trying to be reasonable. I’m trying to be human about this, but it’s damned hard.”

He was trying to be human about it?

Jessica tipped her head and gazed up at him, suddenly curious at this compulsion that urged him to ensure that she belonged to him, no one else.

It was at once frightening and arousing. This man, so big and bold, so unique, wanted her. Just her. Once mating heat was started he could never have another woman. That mating instinct would keep him from even desiring another woman. He would belong to her and to her alone.

Had anyone or anything ever been just hers?

“Jessica.” His voice had a soft, mesmerizing quality as he moved closer to her, his big body shielding hers, sheltering it as he lifted his hand to run the backs of his fingers over her cheek.

The gesture was so gentle, so overwhelmingly tender, that she nearly lost her breath.

“I can’t leave your protection to others now,” he warned her, the brooding, tormented sound of his voice striking at her heart. “You’re too important to me. You mean too much to me. And the part of my soul that has claimed you trembles in fear at the thought of losing you.”

“Hawke.” She wanted to shake her head, to protest his claim.

She didn’t know if she was ready for this. Didn’t know if she could handle the mating heat as well as the sudden threat against her life.

“I’ll be with you, day in and day out,” he told her as she stared back at him, silent, confused. “I’ll guard you with my life, Jessica, but you know as well as I do that the arousal burning between us won’t ease. It’s not a product simply of the mating heat; it’s a product of what we both wanted before we ever knew that was a factor. We belong to each other.”

We belong to each other. Her lips parted as she fought to find a way to deny it and couldn’t. Before she had betrayed the Breeds, before she had been confined, she had dreamed of the mating heat. She had dreamed of belonging to him.

Before the betrayal. Before she had lost herself in her father’s relentless quest to destroy Haven and everyone who lived there.

“This won’t work,” she whispered, though she couldn’t keep from leaning into his touch for just a moment. “It won’t work, Hawke.”

She had to force herself away from him. It was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. When several feet separated them she turned back to him, miserable with the awareness of exactly what she was turning her back on.

“If something happens to me, you’ll be alone.” She swallowed tightly at the thought. “You won’t find another mate. You won’t have the comfort of another woman.”

“Don’t, Jessica . . .”

“You’ll be alone,” she cried out furiously. “I know what alone is like, Hawke. I know how empty and bleak it can be and I don’t want that for you.”

Endless nights curled on the cot she had slept in. Months of agony, dreaming, wishing, crying for someone she couldn’t have.

“That won’t happen,” he gritted out, determination marking his face now.

“You can’t be sure of that.” She stepped back as he paced closer. “I won’t risk it. Not now. Not until we have a chance to clear things between us. Until we know if there’s even a future.”

“Oh, there’s definitely a future.”

Before she could evade him she was pressed against the side of the refrigerator, his body so warm, so inviting, touching hers. Heat seemed to surround her, to sink into her.

Pressing her hands against his chest, a breath lodged in her throat as she stared up into his dominant, hungry features.

“There’s a future, Jess.” One hand slid into her hair, the other gripped her hip. “And it starts now.”

FIVE

Jessica expected a kiss. She’d waited on his kiss for what seemed like forever. Her lips parted as his head lowered; her breath stopped in her chest in anticipation of the pleasure to come.

Once his lips covered hers, once his tongue slid against hers, she knew exactly what was going to happen. The mating hormone that filled the small glands beneath his tongue would release into her system. That hormone would spark a fire to her arousal that couldn’t be quenched. It would be an adventure in her own sexuality, as well as his. She knew what to expect. She had dreamed about it, fantasized about it. But it wasn’t what happened.

At the last second his lips pressed to the corner of hers rather than covering them. Breathing harshly, his heart beat heavy against her palms as they pressed against his chest. He stood stiff against her, obviously fighting for control.

She was having to fight for her own, and she was failing miserably.

Her hands moved from his chest to his shoulders. As he stood there with her in his grip, she let her hands slide into his hair, let them grip the thick, heavy strands and relish the feel of it. Finally.

How often had she dreamed of simply touching him? Just feeling him against her?

“I don’t want to take from you,” he growled as he turned his head, his cheek pressing against hers. “I don’t want to force this, Jess.”

“Then don’t,” she whispered.

There was no force needed. She let her fingers clench in his hair, rubbing it against her fingertips as she felt the heavy proof of his erection against her lower stomach.

She wanted. Oh, Lord, she wanted him. She shouldn’t. He had left her alone for over a year. He had turned his back on her. But he’s here now, another voice protested. The voice of hunger, of a need, that had whipped through her the first day she met him.

She’d scoffed at the idea of love at first sight until she met Hawke.

“Jess.” His voice was rough, rich with wanting. It was primal and brooding and sent a shiver down her back as it caressed her senses. The moment she set eyes on him she had known she would never want another man as she wanted him.

“Touch me, Hawke.”

Oh God, who had dared to voice that plea? Surely not her. Didn’t she know better? Hadn’t she promised herself that she would never make that request awake as she asked for it in her sleep?

She stared up at him as his head moved back. Fierce golden eyes narrowed on her as she fought to breathe.

“You don’t have to kiss me,” she whispered. “Just touch me.”

Let her touch him. There were surely ways to do this without starting something that they couldn’t turn the tide back on. It wasn’t as though a simple touch was going to turn into a full-fledged wildfire, was it?

“You’ll kill me,” he growled, but his hand moved from her hair, his fingertips touching her cheek as she pulled hers from his hair and slid them down his chest.

She could touch as well, couldn’t she?

“Jess?” He groaned her name as she pulled the hem of his denim shirt from his jeans.

“Maybe we won’t even like each other’s touch,” she suggested, feeling almost playful in his arms now. “We could be totally disgusted by each other. I think we should be sure before you kiss me.”

And maybe it would give her time, just a little time, to figure out what she wanted, or how she was going to handle this big, hardened male.

“Jess, I kind of doubt that your touch is going to disgust me.” He groaned, but she sensed an edge of lightness in him as well now. Almost playfulness.

Did he even know how to play? she wondered. Or was his playfulness as cautious as his half smiles used to be?

“You never know,” she whispered.

Pushing her hands beneath his shirt, she was rewarded by his sharply drawn breath. A second later he found retaliation by edging the hem of her shirt higher, his fingertips, just his fingertips, touching her sensitive stomach.

“And I can touch you,” she whispered. “I’ve so wanted to touch you, Hawke.”

She could feel her juices flooding her pussy now. She was wet and heated, her clit throbbing erratically as she tried to find her breath.

She had waited so long for his touch. Maybe she had waited too long, she thought hazily. Too much anticipation. It was making her dizzy.

“We should be lying down for this,” he suggested as he drew back, caught her hand and stared down at her. “We could touch where we wanted to then, Jess. I’d be right there, laid out for you.”

“To do with as I wish?” Her heart skipped a beat at the thought.

“Whatever you wish,” he promised, his voice low and rough as he drew her from the kitchen toward the bedroom. “However you wish.”

However she wished? She had a lot of wishes where touching him was concerned. She could do a lot of things and never kiss him. Things that could burn through her soul and tie her tighter to him, she thought hazily. Then she disregarded the idea.

Could she really be tied tighter to him? she wondered. She didn’t think it was possible. She had thought of no other man, dreamed of no other man, wanted no other man but this one since the day she had seen him.

And she could have him, she assured herself. However she wanted him.

She let him lead her to the bedroom, staring back at him as he guided her easily through the living room and past the opened bedroom door.

As she stopped at the side of the bed she stood, uncertain, watching as he drew his boots off, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Long, graceful male fingers released the buttons with confidence as he watched her. He drew the shirt from his body, and she was rewarded with the sight of broad, heavily tanned shoulders. Muscle shifted and rippled beneath the tight, firm flesh. The strong breadth of his chest was bare of hair, but there was nothing immature about it.

Her gaze was drawn to flat, hard male nipples before being dragged lower to tight, rippling abs. His belted jeans hung low on his hips, the heavy wedge of his cock pressing tight against the zipper.

She felt weak, light-headed, as he let the shirt fall to the floor before moving to the bed and dropping on it, lying on his back, his arms splayed at his sides.

His grin was wicked. A true, playful grin despite the hunger that filled his gaze.

“Here I am,” he invited her. “Take me as you will, Jess.”

Take him as she willed? Sweet Lord have mercy on her, she might not survive this one.

She kicked off the sneakers she wore, and watched as his eyes widened when she gripped the hem of her sweater. She tossed back a grin before pulling it up her body and over her head to reveal the light undershirt she wore beneath it.

She didn’t wear a bra. She hated them. The sleeveless undershirt was stretchy and snug and clearly revealed the hardened state of her nipples as she crawled up on the mattress beside him.

Damn, he was like this vision of male perfection. Whichever scientists had decided his genetics had known exactly what they were doing, Jessica thought in satisfaction as she sat on her knees and just stared at him.

She looked her fill, because looking at him could be as erotic as touching him. She could watch his muscles flex as though she were actually touching him. His face creased with a grimace, his jaw was clenched. He was so aroused. Ready for her.

It was a turn-on, she realized. Every move this man made, every word that passed his lips, was a definite turn-on.

“Are you going to stare all day?” he snapped. Not angrily. There was an edge of anticipation and impatience in his tone rather than anger.

“Maybe,” she drawled, though her hand lifted, almost of its own accord, her fingers trailing down the center of his chest to his hard stomach.

If she went much further, she’d be in his pants. It wouldn’t take no more than a breath to touch the hard crest of his cock. She could undo his jeans . . .

Jessica shook the thought off. That would be cruel. She didn’t want to be cruel.

“Lie down beside me, baby.” He turned, moving to his side as he drew her to the bed. “Let me touch you as well.”

Without kisses.

She would die for that kiss, she thought a second later as he rubbed his hard, bearded jaw against skin and moved over her as she lay back.

Her hands had a will of their own, touching his back, his shoulders, sliding over the tough, hard flesh and relishing the feel of strength beneath it.

She ached for the kiss she was denying herself, almost as though the mating heat had begun without it.

But that wasn’t possible.

Her eyes closed as he dragged the rough rasp of his beard over her neck, his heated breath a caress against her bare skin as she arched beneath him, her body demanding more.

This might not have been such a good idea, she thought. Maybe she should have given it more consideration. She was becoming lost in touching him, her hands moving down his back to the edge of his jeans, the temptation to delve beneath the snug band almost more than she could bear.

“I can’t kiss you. I can’t lick you,” he whispered against her shoulder, his lips barely feathering the sensitive skin there. “If I touch you with my tongue, the hormone will touch your skin. I could suck your nipples, and the need for more would burn inside you. I could lick down your soft belly, and your flesh would grow hot, your arousal would build.”

The whispered enticement as he brushed his beard against the exposed flesh above her breasts was almost more than she could bear.

“Can I kiss you?” Her nails scraped over his belt before she gripped his hip with one hand, forcing herself not to go lower.

Hawke paused. The thought of her lips against his flesh was both Heaven and Hell. The thought of her caressing him, licking him, had his dick throbbing like an open wound.

Sweet merciful Heaven, give him strength, he thought.

“Yes.” He almost hissed the word, because her lips were already at his shoulder, her teeth scraping over the flesh as he bit back a groan. Maybe it was a mistake to give her leave to caress him with her lips, because the pleasure was tearing through him, ripping through his senses and leaving him weak.

She bit him. The rounded curve of his shoulder throbbed as she nipped at it. Then she licked it. His hips jerked, grinding his cock against her thigh as he fought just to breathe.

How insane had he been to agree to this?

She panted against his shoulder. “It takes the hormone to start the heat, right?”

“Yes.” His damned tongue was filled with it, the glands so swollen they were painful, filling his own mouth with the erotic heat, making him crazy with the hunger that flooded his system for her.

“The hormone is in your kiss and your semen.” Her nails were raking his back.

Hawke stretched into the burning caress. God, he didn’t know how much more he could bear.

“I can kiss you.” She kissed his shoulder before her lips moved lower.

“God, yes.” He cupped the back of her head, holding her closer as her lips moved down his chest, her hot little tongue raking over a distended nipple as he felt his senses catch fire.

“We could play around for a while.” Her voice sounded desperate, almost as desperate as he himself was. “Help me, Hawke,” she panted. “Please.”

She arched to him, her thighs gripping one of his as she rubbed herself against him. The heat of her pussy through her jeans was destructive. He could sense the warmth, the slick dampness. She was so damned ready for him that the scent of her filled the air and left him feeling drunk on it.

“You’ll kill me like this,” he groaned, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Easing the undershirt up over her breasts, he revealed the delicate curves and the candy pink, spike-hard tips of her nipples. He wanted to lick them, suck them. He wanted to draw them into his mouth and fill his senses with the taste of her.

He used his fingers instead. Gripping the hardened little points between his index fingers and thumbs, he rolled them, stroked them, plumped them.

He watched, amazed, as she flushed from her breasts to her forehead. Red-gold hair spilled around her delicate features as her lashes closed over her eyes and her lips parted to draw in more air.

She was lost in the pleasure he was giving her. This was exactly where he wanted her, how he wanted her. He wanted her senses consumed by him, filled with his touch.

And Hawke realized he loved watching her reaction to him. If he had given in to the mating heat and taken her kiss, then he would have been denied the sight of her relishing his touch.

The mating hormone was pumping into his system, spilling from beneath his tongue as he fought to hold back his own lust for her. She wanted to touch. She wanted to love, he thought. But Jessica didn’t just want to be touched. She wanted to feel him, sense him. She wanted an assurance that what she would have with him would be enough to sustain a future together.

She had no idea. Mother Nature hadn’t made an imperfect mating yet. In all the years that the Breeds had been in existence, she hadn’t once created a pairing that hadn’t sustained, that hadn’t loved.

It was killing him, simply touching her like this, but he knew this was for their future. He couldn’t take from her. He couldn’t force the mating on her. Everything inside his soul rejected the thought. But he could tease her. He could entice her.

He stroked her nipples with his fingers, plumped them with his fingers. He cupped them, raked his palms over the tips, watched her face and the pleasure that suffused it.

It was almost innocent. Hell, it was innocent. She was a virgin. She came to him untouched by another man’s caresses, and he knew it. He knew her background, her history. She hadn’t played with boys. His serious, sober Jess had worked hard for a career, worked to escape the legacy her father would have drawn her into.

“So beautiful.” He sighed as his fingers trailed from her nipples to her rounded little tummy. “You make me crazy for you, Jess.”

She pressed her head deeper into the pillow as he played with the clasp of her jeans, a whimpering little moan leaving her lips.

“I can pleasure you without kissing you,” he promised her as he flicked the metal tab of her jeans open. “With just my fingers, I could make you come for me, Jess. Let me make you come.”

Hawke watched as she dragged her eyes open, her gaze going to his fingers as he pulled the zipper down.

“Let’s get these off, baby.” He lowered the material, dragging it from her hips, down her thighs.

He almost came himself when he saw the delicate violet silk of the low-rise panties she wore. They barely covered the fiery triangle of curls beneath, and did nothing to hide the fact that they were wet from her juices.

The scent of her filled his nostrils. Sweet, feminine, fresh. Like a mountain brook, he thought. That was what the scent reminded him of. Pure and clean; untouched.

“Jess.” He pulled the jeans from her legs and tossed them to the side of the bed as he fought for control.

She needed to see, needed to know. She needed this moment in time, he realized.

Moving to her side, he laid beside her, his hand covering the small mound between her thighs as he propped himself on his elbow to watch.

His fingers edged beneath her panties and her hips arched closer to him. A gasp, then a hard breath of need parted her lips as he let one finger slide into the narrow slit, feeling the slick wetness, the clench of her folds around his fingers.

His dick was in agony. His balls were drawn tight to the base of the agonized shaft as the crest throbbed in despair. A dark, spicy heat filled his mouth as the powerful hormone spilled into his system from the tight glands beneath his tongue.

Never had he imagined such agony, such need that he couldn’t relieve. Relief was the sweet, fiery heat his fingers were caressing; the delicate, plump folds; the taut, throbbing pearl of her clit.

He wanted his lips there, his tongue. He wanted to taste her as he was touching her, to spear his tongue inside her and feel her coming for him.

He had to end this soon, he realized. His control was shaky now, his hands trembling with the hunger racing through him.

Jessica was breathing hard and fast beside him, little moans breaking past her lips as he circled the entrance to her vagina, dipped his finger inside, then massaged her clit with his thumb.

Her hips arched, a cry throttled from her throat as he felt her clench around his finger.

She was close. So close.

Jessica felt as though the world were burning around J her. Pleasure surrounded her, filled her. His finger caressed the opening to her sex, thrusting inside just enough to stroke nerve endings she hadn’t known she possessed, while his thumb raked across her clit before finding a spot that sent her flying.

He stroked it, rubbed it. His finger thrust lightly inside her, his thumb ground against her clit and she felt her mind explode. Her senses disintegrated. Her orgasm was an explosion of sensation and light that tore through her, tightened her muscles and had her arching, crying, fighting to breathe.

She was gasping for breath, short, startled cries leaving her lips as he jerked her to him, holding her close, tight, as shudders tore through her body.

This was pleasure. It was flying in another’s arms. It was racing to the sun and exploding in the center of it even as she knew it could have been better, brighter, hotter.

It could have been pure, unfettered sensation with his kiss.

A kiss she now knew she wouldn’t be able to live without.

SIX

Hawke was in agony.

The next morning he slid slowly from the bed, grimacing at the violent sensitivity of his dick as he eased away from Jessica’s warm, naked body.

She was sleeping deeply, one arm thrown over her head, the silken, tangled mass of red-gold hair spilling around her face to her shoulders.

Fiery lashes feathered her cheeks. A light flush suffused her face and her soft pink lips were parted as she breathed in and out slowly.

Perfectly curved ripe breasts lifted and fell with each breath and, God knew, they tempted him almost past bearing. It would take so very little to begin the mating heat right now. He could lower his head, take one of her soft nipples into his mouth and suckle her slow and sweet, never waking her.

The mating hormone would lave the sensitive flesh, sink into it and slowly enter her system. Twelve to twenty-four hours and she would need his touch like she needed the air she was now breathing.

As much as he wanted her, as much as he needed her, he couldn’t do that to her.

Shaking his head, he turned and moved to the bathroom. A cold shower wouldn’t help his hard dick, and he knew it. The spray of the water would only torment already sensitive flesh, but he needed to get ready for the day ahead.

He stepped under the spray and almost moaned at the feel of the water over the flesh. Hell, he was going to have to make this the quickest shower on record.

Grabbing the bottle of liquid soap, he quickly lathered his hair and rinsed it before soaping a rag and going to work on his body.

The quick, hard strokes of the rag were torture to his aroused body. The silky slid of suds over his cock and down his thighs were hell.

He rinsed quickly and gave a sigh of relief as he turned off the shower, grabbed a dry towel and grimaced at the thought of drying. Damn, no man should have to go through this, he thought. But neither should a female. He knew what Jessica would suffer once the mating heat started. A sensitivity of flesh that wouldn’t allow for the lightest touch of anything but his hands, his body, his possession.

It was harder for their women, and so far, Breed males were very aware of this. They were selective in their choice of lovers, ensuring that when they went out in public they paid attention to even the smallest signs that mating heat could occur. Enough had been forced on them; they had no desire to force the sometimes painful arousals on a female, whether she was Breed or not.

Wrapping the towel around his waist, he pulled the shower doors back and came face-to-face with Jessica from where she sat on the bathroom counter, watching him.

Her somber blue eyes regarded him quizzically as her gaze flicked to the obvious arousal beneath the cotton.

“You were hard all night,” she said softly.

Glancing away from her, Hawke paced to the sink, where he’d placed a clean change of clothes.

“No answer?” she asked.

“What does it matter, Jess?” He let himself watch her in the mirror, saw the suspicion in her face and almost groaned at the next question.

“The mating heat affects you anyway, doesn’t it?” There was a knowing tone to her voice, an edge of regret.

“It’s not as bad for me as it would be for you.” He shrugged as though it didn’t matter, when he knew damned good and well that the need was eating him alive. Like acid in his gut, it was tearing at the very fiber of his control.

“Because you were trained to endure pain.” That wasn’t a question. It was an observation, and more or less the truth.

“Pretty much.” He cast her a look of self-mockery. Hell, he might as well try to laugh about it, since raging over it would only make it worse. “We were trained to endure a lot of things. Maybe it’s just second nature now.”

She ducked her head for a moment before looking to the shower as though desperately seeking a way to change the subject.

“Will it hurt me?” When she lifted her head there was a hint of nervousness in her gaze. “Hope, Faith and Charity didn’t say anything about pain.”

He’d cut off his own dick before he’d hurt her.

“It’s the lack of sex that hurts, Jess,” he promised her. “Once mating heat starts with you, I’ll ensure you never have to worry about hurting.” He shot her a teasing wink as he tried to lighten the information for her.

It didn’t work.

Her head lowered as she stared at the pretty ceramic floor of the bathroom.

“Hey.” He nudged at her arm with his. “It’s Christmas Eve, you know.”

She looked up, nibbling at her lower lip as she watched him.

“Wolfe and Hope are throwing a Christmas party for Haven in the community center this evening. Lots of good food, some dancing, a little bit of drinking.” He waggled his brows at her. “Want to go with me?”

“I’d like that.” A slow, blooming smile lit her face. “I’d really like that, Hawke.”

He bent, kissed the crown of her head and then pulled back quickly. “Good. Then we’ll leave here about six. Until then, get some warm clothes on. I have some things I need to do today and I thought you might enjoy going with me.”

“What kind of things?” She tilted her head, staring back at him with a natural curiosity he’d always been drawn to.

“Oh. Things.” He shrugged as he spanned her waist with his hands and lifted her from the counter. “Now get out of here and let me get dressed. When I’m done you can get in here and shower while I fix breakfast.”

He guided her to the bathroom door, pushed her through the opening and then closed it firmly. He almost locked it. Son of a bitch. If he wasn’t careful, then there would be no way in hell for him to be able to give her the time she needed to decide if this mating was what she truly wanted.

It was all he could do to keep from kissing her now. To keep from taking her. The glands beneath his tongue were so swollen with the mating hormone that it was painful. His dick was as hard as stone and his flesh felt scorched each time he touched her.

Some days it simply sucked to be a Breed.

Jessica showered while Hawke fixed breakfast. Standing beneath the warmth of the spray, she let her hands travel over her body, remembering Hawke’s touch from the night before.

He’d been gentle. There had been an air of desperate hunger that surrounded him, but never once had he done anything to start the mating heat that she knew he was craving.

Not once had his lips touched hers, or touched bare skin, period. He hadn’t kissed her, hadn’t licked her. And she’d been dying for it.

Dressed in jeans, an undershirt and a sweater, Jessica moved back to her bedroom where she sat on the bed and pulled on thick, heavy socks.

Colorado winters had been particularly hard in the past few years. There was already a foot of snow on the ground from the night before and another foot predicted before the end of the night. And it was Christmas Eve. She had missed Christmas since leaving home at eighteen. Even before that, Christmas had lacked something. A sincerity, a sense of pure affection when the family had come together. During her years in the Army she had stayed in the barracks over the holidays, preferring the solitude to the fake laughter and endless parties her family had forced her to endure.

She wondered if spending Christmas with the Breeds would be any better. She’d heard of the joyous celebrations of Christmases past. The presents the alpha and his mate, Hope, gave out, and the exchange of gifts that the other Breeds participated in.

The Breeds had never had Christmas in the labs, so celebrating it now, as Hope had once told her, was an affirmation that they were indeed free to celebrate, to laugh, to love and to live.

Slipping her feet into hiking boots, she tied them snugly before standing and moving to the closed door.

Breakfast with Hawke wasn’t stilted, nor did she feel the old anger rising inside her that she had experienced over the past year.

They ate a simple meal. Eggs, lots of bacon for Hawke, toast and her beloved caffeine-rich coffee. After the dishes were cleared away, he helped her into her coat and they left the house.

There were Breeds with shovels clearing driveways around the compound. Others were stringing more lights. There was always something going on at Haven and there were always willing hands to help.

There was never trash on the grounds, there was never disorderliness. The Breeds were oftentimes much neater than their human cousins, and had a much greater sense of cleanliness.

The frigid winter morning was held at bay by the thermal lining of her coat, and if that hadn’t kept her warm there was always Hawke’s arm around her waist as he escorted her to the waiting Range Rover, which had been started with the remote ignition from the house.

Helping her into the all-terrain vehicle, Hawke closed the door before loping to the driver’s side and sliding behind the wheel.

She noticed he wasn’t wearing a coat. Thin leather gloves covered his hands, but other than that he wore only jeans, boots and a dark blue flannel shirt with a T-shirt beneath it.

Breeds didn’t get as cold as easily as their human cousins either, she thought with a twinge of envy.

“Where are we going?” she asked as he shifted the vehicle into reverse to turn around and head out of the driveway onto the main thoroughfare that led through the Wolf Breed Compound.

“I’ll show you.” He flashed her a wicked grin before moving one hand from the steering wheel to grip her hand where it lay on her thigh.

Jessica stared at his leather-gloved fingers as they covered hers and wondered at the warmth that she could feel through the gloves.

It shouldn’t be like this, she thought. After a year without him, a year confined to a cool, boring little cell where she hadn’t seen him, hadn’t heard from him, it shouldn’t be like this. She shouldn’t feel these emotions shifting through her, racing in her bloodstream and heating her pussy like an internal fire she couldn’t put out.

“You could just tell me.” Her heart was beating hard in her chest and she had no doubt he could scent the arousal burning inside her.

“If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” There was that smile again. A crooked upturn of his lips, his golden eyes filled with promise.

She was reminded of those days before the attack on Haven over a year ago, when he would tease her with surprise lunches in the small park behind the communications shed, or with sweets to tease her taste buds.

She hadn’t realized at the time that he had been courting her, and now she wondered how she could have missed it.

“Close your eyes for me.”

She turned to stare at him in surprise as he made the sudden request.

“Close my eyes?” She was actually starting to have fun. “Why?”

“So I can have my way with you?” He waggled his brows suggestively before chuckling, the sound a dark, erotic stroke against her senses. “Just close your eyes, Jess. I promise, you’ll like this.”

She closed her eyes. She resisted the urge to peek, because she loved surprises. She always had.

“What are you up to, Hawke?” she asked again as she felt the Range Rover make several turns. While she had once been pretty certain that she knew where they were, now she wasn’t so sure.

“Just a few more minutes,” he urged her.

With her eyes closed it seemed she could hear a more subtle nuance in his voice. Almost a sense of nervousness. She had to be hearing wrong, she decided. Hawke was never nervous. He was always confident and in charge, never anything less.

“I’ve been working on something over the past year.” He finally cleared his throat as the Rover began to slow down. “While you were confined, when I had spare time, there was something I wanted, something I needed, to do.”

The Rover came to a stop.

“Hawke?” She whispered his name breathlessly.

“Not yet.” His fingers touched her eyes with the utmost gentleness. “I knew you were my mate, Jess. I know it’s hard to forgive me for staying away. I know you’ve been angry, and I don’t blame you.”

She parted her lips to speak, but his fingertips landed on them.

“Just a minute, baby,” he urged her. “It was the only way to prove you were no traitor. I knew you weren’t. I believed in you, Jess, but I knew you’d never be accepted by the packs that are a part of Haven if you weren’t proven innocent.”

That made sense. A part of her had even known that, struggled with the idea of it over the months that she had been in the cell.

“I made certain you were comfortable.”

She had been. She’d had warm blankets, home-cooked meals, warm clothes.

“I made certain you weren’t too bored.”

Magazines, books and a television had been brought to her. But even more, sketch pads, pencils and watercolors. Jess loved to sketch and draw, and the tools for that hobby had been brought to her.

“I made certain everyone understood that I’d stand between you and any punishment of death.”

She hadn’t known that.

“I wanted to give you more though.” His voice softened further. “You can open your eyes now, Jess.”

She opened her eyes. Her lips parted in shock. There, by the edge of a mountain lake that she had always loved to sketch beside, sat the vision of a house she had sketched so many times.

The house wasn’t large. It wasn’t ostentatious like the one her parents had once possessed. The cabin-style home blended well with the other cabins in the compound, but with a few noticeable differences.

There was a red tin roof rather than plain aluminum. It was a little larger, three bedrooms rather than one. For the children she had dreamed of having with Hawke. She’d dreamed of two. A boy and a girl. It was exactly as she had described it to him, as she had drawn it so many times.

There was a porch swing on the front porch and areas for flowers along the edge of the porch, and it had been built between the gorgeous oak and pine trees that bordered the lake.

It was breathtaking. Just as she had always envisioned it.

“Hawke.” She turned to him, her lips trembling with emotion.

“I didn’t just know you were my mate, Jessica.” His leather covered hand framed her face. “I knew I loved you. Just as I still love you.”

And he had. Everything he had done, every sacrifice he had made, proved he loved her.

“I never stopped loving you,” she whispered as a tear fell from her eye.

She leaned forward, an irrevocable decision made, one she knew she couldn’t regret, would never regret. This was Hawke. She belonged to him. He belonged to her.

Her lips touched his as his hands gripped her arms in surprise. Her tongue touched his lips as a flare of fear tore through her. What if this wasn’t what he wanted? What he meant?

But it had to be. She couldn’t accept losing him now. She couldn’t accept never having taken this chance.

She licked over his lips with her tongue. As they parted she turned her head, controlling the kiss with experimental passion, her tongue stroking tentatively against his, the spicy-sweet taste of wild lust and desperate hunger exploding against her tongue.

As though the taste of him against her tongue exploded inside him as well, she felt his hand at the back of her head, his tongue pushing against hers as he groaned against her lips and pure erotic need began flashing between them.

Within seconds he had pushed his seat back, pulled her across his lap and taken control of the kiss. His tongue pressed between her lips as she closed them around it, sucking it into her mouth. Her tongue stroked against his, the narcotic taste of him whipping through her system, sizzling through her senses.

The taste of the kiss was as erotic as hell. It was the feel of the kiss, his hand pushing beneath her clothes, the feel of his erection beneath her rear, his tongue stroking against hers. Sensual, sexual. The feel of his body heating against hers, the feel of his heart racing in his chest, his heavy breathing, the deep, dark groan of male need.

It all combined and mesmerized her even before the mating hormone sizzled into her system. She was captivated, arching to him, aching for him even before the sizzle and the heated flames of mating heat began to overtake her.

And then things really got interesting.

SEVEN

Jessica wasn’t certain how they made it into the house. J She remembered him carrying her, his lips on hers, deep, desperate kisses filled with the spicy taste of the mating hormone and the even hotter hunger that had been flaring between them since the day they met.

Love at first sight. And second. And third. And on and on. As though a part of her had known that they were meant to be together, that they were meant for this moment.

She didn’t see much of the house. There were stairs. Most of the cabins were single story; this one was two. The upper story was a loft, she thought. In the center of it was a huge bed covered with a dark, quilted spread. A thick, heavy blanket that cushioned her back as he laid her against it.

She could look at the house later, she told herself. Hopefully much later.

Lying back, she watched as he rose from the bed, his expression dark and drawn with lust as he got to his feet.

His boots were the first to go. He reach down, pulled them off, one after the other, and never took his eyes from her.

Golden eyes locked with hers, eyes filled with promise and passion.

His shirt came next. The buttons were undone quickly, efficiently, revealing his impressive chest as Jessica felt her heart rate increase.

Her entire body was burning now. That was the mating hormone, that burn just under her flesh that only his touch, his kiss, would ease. It was a touch and a kiss that would soon be hers. All hers.

Her heart raced harder at the thought. Blood pounded, rushed through her veins, surging through her system with tidal force as it spread the mating hormone through her system.

When his fingers went to the heavy leather belt around his pants, loosening it before pulling at the metal buttons of his jeans, she swore she lost the ability to breathe for long, precious seconds.

He pushed the denim past his hips, working it over the thick, heavy erection jutting out from his body. The wide crest of the dark shaft glistened damply as pre-come pearled at the tip. The flared head throbbed, spilled more of the dampness and had her lifting her hand as she rose from the bed.

The urge to touch him, to taste him, was nearly overwhelming. She was going to blame it on the mating heat, though she knew the fantasies that had sizzled through her veins for more than a year.

This was one of the fantasies.

There was no need to be shy. No need to draw back or to hold back. He belonged to her now, just as she belonged to him. She could touch him, could taste him as she pleased.

And this would so please her.

“Jesus! Jess.” His hands speared into her hair as her tongue swiped over the head.

The same spicy heat that filled his kiss was a subtle flavor on his cock. It exploded over her tongue as a little moan passed her lips, causing his hips to jerk at the feel of the sound against his cock.

His fingers tightened in her hair as his thighs bunched and tightened while her tongue licked and laved over the heavy crest.

She felt intoxicated, a feeling she knew couldn’t yet be attributed to the mating heat. Later, perhaps, but not right now. Not yet.

Right now, it was her. Her need, her hunger, her fantasies, and she wanted every last second of them to last forever.

Parting her lips, she enveloped the engorged head, her tongue stroking over the heated flesh as she felt the spill of his pre-come against her tongue.

Lubricating and heated, the fall of liquid had a purpose, and it wasn’t just the taste of the hormone or its arousing qualities.

Breed males were very well endowed, especially in the width department. The pre-come that spilled from them had a special hormone, one that relaxed and eased delicate feminine tissue during mating heat to ensure that there was no pain.

“God, Jess. Enough.” He pulled her away just when she was beginning to really enjoy the taste, the feel of him.

Eyes narrowed, she rose more fully to her knees, gripped the hem of her sweater and undershirt and pulled them free before tossing them to the floor.

She would have teased him further, but before she had time he pushed her back to the bed, gripped one leg and quickly unlaced a boot before drawing it from her. The second followed just as efficiently.

She hadn’t drawn a breath before his hands were at the snap and zip of her jeans. Those were peeled down her legs within seconds, leaving her naked before him.

She felt the flush that suffused her body as his gaze roved over her. From her face to the tips of her toes, he stared at her as though he could consume her.

Hawke had never seen anything, anyone, as lovely as Jessica. Slender and compact, her breasts full and swollen, dark pink nipples tight and hard.

Like candy he thought. Her nipples looked like the sweetest candy.

Letting his gaze move lower, he tracked the pale perfection of her rounded belly, the smooth, pale thighs sprinkled with freckles and then the sweet, lush mound between them.

Her clit peaked out from the swollen, glistening folds. Throbbing and damp, it tempted his lips, his tongue. He’d dreamed of tasting her, of burying his lips between her legs and taking her with his tongue.

The realization that she was finally his, finally here for him to pleasure, had his cock throbbing, the rich essence of his pre-come dampening the shaft as he lowered his body alongside hers.

God, he wanted to touch her all at once. Taste her all at once. His tongue licked over her nipples before he drew one into his mouth and sucked at it hungrily. The tight little bud grew harder, tighter, hotter between his lips before he moved to the other. Its reaction was the same.

He loved them. He suckled at them with delicate sips of his lips, then with the rougher draws of his mouth. One at a time, pleasuring them as she writhed beneath him, her hands spearing into his hair, tightening in the strands as though to hold him to her.

As he drew back, gazing down at the tightened nipples, the sweet, exotic scent of her pussy drew his attention down her body. The lightest layer of syrup glistened against the soft curls that covered her mound, gleaming like dew and tempting his taste buds.

A hard groan left his lips as his head lowered. His lips whispered down her body and his tongue licked over her stomach as he urged her higher onto the bed and moved between her thighs.

She was abandoned, losing herself to him with a trust and innate passion that at once humbled him and left him shaking with lust.

Pressing her legs farther apart, he watched her face as he let his tongue lick through the narrow slit of her pussy. The taste of her ambrosia. It was sweet and wild, causing him to groan with a rumbled growl at the intoxicating essence.

She was like nothing he had ever tasted before. A narcotic he couldn’t deny himself. A sweet, powerful drug. Drawing his tongue through the rich juices, he let it circle the hard little nub of her clit. He licked over it, flicking his tongue against it as she jerked and shuddered in pleasure beneath him.

Shattered little moans tore from her lips as she watched him. Her gaze was heavy lidded, her blue eyes almost neon as she panted for air beneath the lash of his tongue.

How long he had waited for her, he thought. And it was worth every agonizing month. It was worth the endless nights to have her now, wet and wild beneath him as he tasted her.

Drawing the tight little bud of her clit into his mouth, he sucked it gently, firmly. She bucked beneath the caress, her hips arching as her hands buried in his hair again.

With his hands beneath her knees he urged her legs higher, groaning in pleasure when her small feet rested against his shoulders. It left her open to him, defenseless. His tongue moved lower, circled the fluttering, snug entrance to her pussy before he tunneled inside it with a hard, hungry thrust.

Her juices spilled against his tongue as the tender muscles of her pussy clenched around the invader. A high, desperate cry spilled from her lips and he forced himself to remain still, just for a second, just until the impending orgasm eased inside her.

Then he licked her. With his tongue working slow and easy inside the gripping opening, he licked at the sweetness, drew ragged cries from her lips and tasted paradise.

The more he had of her, the more he wanted. As she began to tighten, to burn for orgasm, he pushed her higher, harder. His tongue thrust inside her as his fingers gripped her rear, parting the curves as his fingers slid inside the narrow crevice and found the tiny, sensitive entrance there.

He didn’t breach it. He massaged it, rubbed it. His tongue fucked inside her pussy with lightning strokes as he stimulated the nerve-laden area beyond.

Within seconds he felt her orgasm blooming. Her body tightened. High, tight little cries tore from her lips and then she jerked, shuddered, and he felt her explode.

Jessica swore she was dying. Pleasure exploded inside her in a wave of light and heat that rushed through her mind and over her nerve endings to detonate in her womb. Like fingers of electric energy it sped through her system, throwing her into the burning center of a sun that she couldn’t escape, that exploded on and on until she felt as though she were no more than fragments drifting on a wild wind.

And still, Hawke wasn’t finished. As she fought to catch her breath his lips lifted from her sex and he was dragging his body along hers as her legs fell to his hips.

The head of his cock tucked against the tender opening of her pussy as a whimper of impending ecstasy passed her lips.

“Sweet Jess,” he groaned as he bent above her, his lips feathering over hers as the head of his cock pressed inside her. “Sweet love. Sweet mate.” The last words seemed torn from him as the head of his erection forged inside her, drawing a hard, surprised cry from her lips.

It was pleasure and pain. A mix of sensations so violent, so lightning swift, that her nails dug into his shoulders as she fought to make sense of them.

“Hawke.” There was a hint of fear. She heard it in her voice, felt it edge at her mind. She had never experienced anything like this. She had never known that pleasure could be so intense, so white hot.

“Hold on to me, baby.” His lips lifted from hers after a sweet, gentle kiss. “Just hold on. It’s going to be okay.”

It would be okay.

She felt his lips move to her neck. There, he kissed, licked, rasped his teeth against the sensitive flesh and drove her insane with the sensations racing through her.

As he pleasured her there, his cock began to work inside her. Back and forth, slow and easy, burying inside her until he came to the shield of virginity that she had never quite been able to rid herself of.

She heard the growl at her neck a second before he drew back, the tip of his cock pausing at the tight entrance of her sex before he surged inside.

Jessica screamed. Pleasure and pain erupted inside her and he broke that last veil of innocence. Still, he wasn’t fully inside her. He stroked back, drove forward. The wide crest of his cock caressed nerve endings so sensitive, so responsive, that she couldn’t help but arch her hips, driving him deeper even as a lance of fire streaked up her spine.

It was so good. Oh God, nothing had ever been as good as this. So hot. So much pleasure.

She was screaming out his name, trying to scream, the word was shattered, throttled as she fought to breathe, to accept the heavy, stiff flesh he was penetrating her with.

Writhing beneath him, she cried out, clenched her thighs on his hips and then threw her head back with a hard, silent cry as he finally thrust fully inside her.

“Sweet Jess.” His groan was a harsh growl. “My sweet Jess. My mate.”

He was moving then. Hard, heavy thrusts tunneled inside her, parting her, stretching her until she burned, ached and yet begged for more. Nothing seemed enough. She wanted him harder, faster. She wanted his teeth raking her neck more, she wanted air to breathe and she wanted to die in his arms, just like this, immersed forever in pleasure.

The deep, driving strokes were making her insane. Her orgasm was so close she could feel it, ached to dive into it. Her legs tightened around his thrusting hips as he fucked inside her with heavy shafting strokes.

Each desperate thrust pushed her higher, pushed her harder, until Jess swore she met the sun. She exploded with such an intensity of ecstasy that when his teeth pierced her shoulder and she felt him thrust inside her with one last hard, deep stroke, she screamed.

When she felt her pussy stretching more, felt the explosion of his semen inside her and the thick, hard swelling in the middle of his cock, she forgot the meaning of rapture. She didn’t just orgasm; she became pleasure.

The rush of sensations that tore through her nerve endings was pure ecstasy. They were white hot, electrical, charged with such feeling, so much pleasure, that Jess felt as though she were flying beyond herself, sinking into an ocean of sensation that had no beginning and no end.

She knew what it was. The swelling in the middle of his cock, locking him inside her, positioning the head of his erection flush against her womb, ensuring the maximum chance of his seed spilling to fertile ground.

Knowing what it was and experiencing it were two different things. Experiencing it was fear, ecstasy, a rush of rapturous pleasure. A bonding. A melding of emotion, sensation and knowledge.

She belonged to him, just as he was hers. She had known that before. But now . . . Now Jess felt it clear to her soul. And now she knew why Hawke had warned her that there was no going back. It wasn’t just the mating heat. It was this. A pleasure that would become addictive. A need she would never escape. A man she would love until her dying breath.

EIGHT

Hours and one hormone capsule later, Jessica took a deep breath before smoothing her hands over her hips, luxuriating in the feel of the lightweight dark blue velvet dress she had chosen for the Christmas Eve party.

The long, fluid lines of the garment flowed to the tips of the matching high heels she wore and the color brought out the blue in her eyes.

She piled her hair on her head, held it in place with clips that glittered with crystal gems and applied a light application of makeup that Hawke had retrieved from the other cabin, along with her clothes.

She hadn’t imagined attending the party, even though she had prepared for it. There was a small bag of gifts that she’d ordered over the Internet and wrapped carefully. On the stove in the kitchen sat the rolls, delicate breads and sweets that Hawke had had flown in earlier.

She felt excited, flushed and filled with anticipation. She had always heard her mother say that Christmas was for kids, and Jessica had wondered as she grew older if that wasn’t the truth.

Until tonight. She no longer wondered. The sense of excitement and anticipation that she could feel emanating from Haven was infectious.

Moving from the bathroom, she walked across the bedroom to the wide windows that looked out over the front lawn and the cabins across the small paved road.

There were two Breed soldiers standing at the side of the road, laughing with two others who had walked out of the cabin directly across from her and Hawke’s.

There weren’t a lot of cabins in Haven’s small community. Perhaps two dozen, some one bedroom, some two. Many of the cabins were inhabited by two or more Breeds though. The pack mentality had survived outside the labs. Males and females often inhabited the same cabin, non-sexually, for the closeness it provided them.

Strength in numbers, Dr. Armani had told her once. The Breeds so believed in strength in numbers that they made certain they were in packs or pairs at all times. Just as they were in the wild.

Touching her hand to the glass, she watched as the soldiers lifted their hands in farewell, each moving away to whatever called them back. Two headed along the street, obviously on patrol, while the other two moved back into the cabin.

Snow was still heaped along the streets, spread out in a pristine cloak around the compound where it seemed the Breeds hesitated to step except where necessary. Yards held no snowmen, the snow was largely untrampled, and she had yet to see a snowball fight. For what it lacked it did nothing to dim a Christmas spirit that Jessica hadn’t expected. She could have sworn she had even heard Christmas carols earlier.

Shaking her head at the thought of some of the stern-faced Breeds singing Christmas carols she collected the small velvet purse from the bed, pulled a tiny five-shot .22 derringer from the duffel bag Hawke had brought from her cabin with the other items, and secured it inside the purse.

The Breeds knew she had the derringer. At least, a few of them did. The tiny gun had been collected along with her other belongings when she was taken into custody.

It was little more than a powerful peashooter, but at close range it could do some serious damage. She wasn’t allowed a regular weapon any longer, or at least, her military issue weapon hadn’t been returned to her, so she assumed, for the moment, it wasn’t allowed.

For the moment. She had all intentions of making certain her weapon was returned, along with her job. Once Dr. Armani was certain there was no chance that the drug she had been given was still in her system, then she would request her post back.

Until then, she had a home to decorate and furnish. Hawke had the basics. A large mattress and box spring, but no true bed. A closet to hang their clothes in, bar stools at the bar. The house was largely empty, and already she was coming up with ideas on how to fill it.

“Damn, you look like an angel.”

She turned around, feeling the skirt of the gown as it flared around her feet, to stare back at Hawke in surprise.

His voice had been pitched low, dark with longing, with an element of need that seemed to cascade through her system.

Dressed in dark jeans, black shirt and boots, with his hair still damp from the shower and brushed back, he looked like a dark angel himself. Sensual, sexual and wicked. A being so erotic that he made grown women melt in shameless hunger.

She had seen that melting more than once. Breeds and non-Breeds alike, women took one look at Hawke’s roughly handsome face, corded muscular body and deep golden eyes, and they wept in need.

“You look damn fine yourself.” She smiled, suddenly nervous, feeling her palms dampen as a surge of sensation seemed to erupt between her thighs.

Wow. The hormonal treatment Dr. Armani had worked up for her evidently didn’t do the job the way it should. One look at Hawke and every feminine hormone in her body went nuts. It was a chaotic mixture of arousal, trepidation and pure excitement.

She couldn’t blame it all on the mating heat. She’d felt this way before he’d ever touched her, before he’d ever kissed her.

She’d talked to Dr. Armani in depth over the past year about mating heat, and she was beginning to wonder if the heat wasn’t just an advanced arousal. An advanced tie. If nature hadn’t simply ensured that those who fell in love were pushed together faster, held together more firmly, to guarantee the survival of this species.

“Ready?” He held his hand out to her. A large, capable, strong hand. Calloused and dark, as though his entire body was permanently tanned.

Jessica moved to him slowly, let him envelop her hand in his and draw her to the bedroom door.

“Did you put the presents in the Rover?” she asked, trying to tone down the nervousness. She hadn’t been to a party in years. Not since her father had finally stopped forcing her to attend the boring little functions he and his friends had staged several times a year.

“The presents are in the Rover,” he promised her. “The breads and desserts are packed snugly in the backseat alongside them.”

“Good.” She swallowed tightly as they moved down the natural wood stairs to the foyer. “You’re certain I should go?”

She wasn’t so certain. She was known as a traitor, no matter the reason. How could any of the Breeds trust her now?

“I’m absolutely certain you should go.” He drew to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, collected the long dark blue and black cloak that went with her dress and drew it over her shoulders. “You’re worrying too much, Jess. Everything is going to be fine.”

“Easy for you to say.” She licked her lips before raking the lower one with her teeth and staring up at him as worry began to tighten her chest. “I couldn’t blame anyone for not wanting me there, Hawke. You didn’t force this, did you?”

The faint smile at his lips was chastising, and just a bit amused. “I can’t force something like this, mate,” he promised her. “If Wolfe didn’t trust you to be there, then you wouldn’t be.”

That was true. She inhaled tightly before straightening her shoulders and forcing in courage for the evening ahead.

She knew Hope, Wolfe’s mate. Just as she knew Faith and Charity, the mates of his closest friends. She also knew Amanda Bear, a former president’s daughter and mate to a Coyote Breed. She’d met Anya Delgado several times, mate to the Coyote Breed alpha. She knew the mates of those who were influential in this world. She had thought they might even be friends.

“You’re worrying too much,” he promised her as they left the house and stepped into the cold night air.

Hawke held on to her as he moved her quickly to the Rover, helped her in and then loped around to the driver’s side. Jessica kept her fingers laced tightly together and held in her lap.

She knew Hawke could sense her nervousness; it wasn’t something she could help. She had always been denied acceptance until she had come here two years ago. During the year she had spent working with the Breeds she had thought she had begun to find that acceptance. Until she had unwillingly, unwittingly, given her father the information he had needed to attack Haven in the worst ways. She had given the location of the alpha’s home, as well as the homes of his second-in-command and his head of security. Locations that were kept hidden for a reason: because their lives were in such danger.

The drive to the entrance of the community center was quick. Hawke drew the Rover to a stop at the large double doors where a young Breed stepped outside and moved to the driver’s side as Hawke stepped out of the vehicle and walked quickly to Jessica’s door.

She took his hand, allowing him to help her to the paved entrance and draw her inside.

The upper, aboveground portion of the community center was filled with large rooms, a kitchen and various work centers. Belowground, reinforced and nearly impenetrable, was the huge open gathering area.

Joining ceremonies, as marriages were called in the Breed society, were often held there. It was there that mates were rushed if Haven was attacked, and this was where various dignitaries were brought for meetings.

Hawke guided her into a large elevator and keyed in his security code. Instantly the doors closed and they were whisked several floors belowground where they were deposited into a wide hallway where both human and Breed guests were loitering. Several journalists were in attendance, though no photographers were allowed. Breeds highly valued their privacy, no matter their Feline or Canine designations.

“You’re almost shaking,” Hawke accused her softly.

“I don’t do well at parties.” She lifted her head and squared her shoulders as they passed several Breed soldiers who had escorted her to her cell the day she had been arrested.

“You’re going to do wonderfully,” he promised her as they stepped inside the wide double doors to the main room and he helped her off with her cloak before handing it over to a helpful attendant. A human attendant.

Coyote and Wolf Breeds mingled amid Christmas music and a display of bright, multicolored lights. At one end of the room was a huge fir tree that had been brought in, decorated lavishly and stacked with presents underneath.

Wolfe Gunnar stood close to the brightly colored traditional tree with Hope, his mate. Hope, with her slightly Asian features and diminutive stature, was dressed in a gay, vivid Christmas green. Her shoulder-length black hair fell to her shoulders like silken ribbon and gave her an almost regal air.

Wolfe, much taller and broader, stood with his arm around her shoulders as he laughed at something another Breed said. Coarse black hair was pulled back from his face to his nape and secured there. He was dressed in black as well, as were most of the males, with a dark silver silk ribbon stretching from his shoulder across his chest and to his waist that proclaimed his rank of Wolf Breed Alpha.

There were other ribbons present on many of the males. Different colors, all muted blue or gray. His second-in-command wore cloudy gray; his head of security wore a navy blue. Communications wore silver blue.

The women, guests and Breeds alike, were dressed extravagantly in long gowns. For the Breed females, this was their chance to be women rather than soldiers.

“I see you finally got her to join the rest of us mortals.” Ashley True stepped up to them, her teasing smile catching Jessica off guard.

“It was a trial,” Hawke admitted as he pulled Jessica closer.

“He’s the trial,” Jessica teased back. She was actually glad to see Ashley now that she wasn’t her bodyguard.

“Most male Breeds are.” Ashley sighed with exaggerated patience. “We put up with them the best we can.”

“Be good brat, or I’ll have a talk with your alpha about giving in on those spa treatments,” Hawke warned her. “I hear you got the full go-round today.”

Ashley’s smile brightened as she fluffed a head full of multihued blonde curls and flashed a perfect set of nails. “Del-Rey does so enjoy spoiling me, Hawke. He won’t listen to you.”

“Brat.” Hawke laughed again.

“Always,” Ashley agreed. “Now, go find Wolfe. He was asking where you were a little while ago. I’m off to find more punch.”

She sped away on heels that should have been impossible to stand on.

“That woman is a menace,” Hawke muttered as they continued through the throng of guests.

“She’s nice though.” Ashley, her sisters Sharone and Emma, and the Coyote’s mate and Coya, the female Coyote alpha, Anya, had always been kind to her. She’d appreciated that, even as she had chafed under their protection.

“She’s hell. A prissy little diva by day and when night falls, I swear, one of the sharpest, most lethal Coyote Breeds ever created.”

But wasn’t that what all Breeds were created to be? They were trained to fit in when they had to, and to kill perfectly, efficiently, when they were ordered to.

Moving to the tree, Hawke sat their large bag of gifts among the others before straightening and drawing Jessica to where Wolfe and Hope Gunnar and Jacob and Faith Arlington stood.

“Wolfe, Hope, Jacob, Faith.” He nodded to the four as he drew Jessica closer. “May I present my mate and soon-to-be wife, Jessica Raines.”

Jessica almost froze in shock as everyone around them became quiet. Dread began to fill her as Wolfe’s black gaze flickered over her. He was imposing, showing little emotion, no acceptance or rejection. His nostril’s flared and he drew in her scent.

She knew he could smell the combination of her scent and Hawke’s as it merged in the mating heat. He would also smell her fear. But would he know her regret, her pain, and the wish that she had known what her parents were doing, how they had wanted to destroy the Breeds? Did all that come across in a scent? She highly doubted it.

“You’ve chosen well, Hawke Esteban.” Wolfe’s arm moved from his mate’s shoulder so he could clasp Hawke’s hand. “A beautiful and loyal mate, and one I’m pleased to accept into our pack.”

Jessica blinked. He couldn’t have been speaking of her, could he?

“Jessica, had we not doubted that you could betray us, then you would have died before Hawke had time to declare you as his mate,” Wolfe told her softly as she stared back at him. “Questions needed answers, and your loyalty had to be proven rather than simply believed in despite the evidence. We thank you for your patience, and above all, for the grace you showed during your confinement to give us the time to prove your innocence, as well as your bond to your mate.”

She shook her head slowly. “What grace, Alpha Gunnar?” she whispered in disbelief.

A smile tugged at his lips. “You didn’t throw anything at us, despite months upon months of questioning. You never threatened to call in a representative, though you could have. And not once did you demand rights that were due you. The right of Tribunal rather than confinement during your interrogation. That was grace.”

She shook her head again. “It was guilt,” she whispered back. “How could I deny what I had done, even though I couldn’t explain why I had done it, or stop the actions even as they happened?”

“You saved my mate, as well as Jacob’s, despite the drug that enforced your will,” he said gently. “That was courage, and it was strength. We need that strength to survive our future. You’re part of Hawke’s future, and therefore, part of our own. Welcome to our pack.”

He nodded with a slow dip of his head, a respectful air of acceptance. He wouldn’t hug her, nor shake her hand. No Breed alive would dare to even brush against her during mating heat, especially that first, strongest phase that she was in now.

She had been accepted though. By his words and his actions, Wolfe had given her mating to Hawke his blessing, and therefore, the pack’s blessing.

“Dance with me now.” Hawke drew her into his arms even though she was still reeling from Wolfe’s proclamation.

She was part of the pack, a family. The pack was like an extended family, drawing together both Wolf and Coyote Breeds, extending an umbrella over each member, an acceptance they could find nowhere else.

The sound of a slow ballad filled the huge room as Hawke led her to the dance floor. Instantly, heat, sizzling energy and a sense of warmth began to invade her. With her head against his chest, his hands settled low at her back, moving her against him, Jessica let the acceptance she had been given sink inside her.

She had found a home; she had found a family. She had people who had believed in her even when it had appeared she had betrayed them.

“I love you, Jessica Raines.”

She almost froze in his arms as Hawke whispered the words at her ear.

Jessica lifted her head and stared up at him, her lips parting, tears filling her eyes. “I’ve always loved you, Hawke Esteban,” she answered, her voice soft, trembling. “Since the moment I met you, I loved you.”

He was her future, he was her heart.

Lowering his head, he brushed his lips against hers, a sizzling caress that almost caused a moan to break from her throat. She could taste a hint of the spicy essence of his kiss. A taste of lust, need, desire and hunger. A taste that would only fuel her own.

“Soon,” he promised, turning his head until he could brush his lips against her ear. “Soon, mate.”

Soon. Tonight. When they stepped back into their home, when they stepped back into the heat waiting to flare between them.

Soon. Until then, she had this. His touch, this dance and the incredible realization that she did indeed have a future.

NINE

It was a night made for lovers. Even amid the party, Christmas cheer, exchange of gifts and laughter, there was an air of warmth and intimacy that bound her to Hawke.

Quiet smiles, the touch of his hand, the knowledge that the sexual need was building inside both of them. When her skin was prickling with awareness and sensitivity, he took her hand and drew her back to Wolfe and Hope where they made their farewells.

Anyone watching them would have known why they were leaving, what would be happening that night. Besides the fact that they were Breeds and they could smell the mating heat, Jessica knew that each touch, each look they stole at each other gave them away.

The drive back to their home was made in silence. The short distance was filled with magic though. The twinkling of lights, the heated warmth spearing between them. When they pulled into the driveway, Hawke stepped around the vehicle, opened the door and then lifted her into his arms.

She couldn’t speak. Her throat felt closed with emotion when he pushed the door open and, rather than moving upstairs, moved to the living room instead.

Where once the room had been empty, there was now a Christmas tree and a lush silk-covered mattress awaiting them.

The lights on the tree lit up as they stepped into the room. Blue and gold. The entire tree was lit with blue and gold. There were only lights, no ornaments, but at the base of a tree was a small, gaily wrapped box.

“What is this?” she whispered as he carried her to the mattress and eased her to the thick silk comforter that covered it.

“It’s our first Christmas.”

awke stared into Jessica’s shining eyes. There were tears there. She stared at the tree as though she had never seen one before, much as he had stared at the first Christmas tree Wolfe and Hope had decorated for Haven’s first Christmas several years before.

There, amid the colors he had chosen for their family—her blue eyes, his golden ones—he watched as she reached out, her fingers trembling, to touch the point of one tiny light. A golden one. His color.

“Hawke.” She whispered his name again, her voice throbbing, as she turned back to him, staring at him as though he had just given her the most precious gift in the world.

He swallowed tightly, his throat nearly closed with emotion. Hell, this was the hardest part to get used to, he thought. So much emotion, when before he had felt so very little. The labs had bred emotion out of the Breeds. The scientists and soldiers beat it out of them, froze it out of them, and in some cases, had killed to be rid of Breeds that couldn’t hide emotion.

Hawke had survived. He had hidden all emotion, often even from himself. He had cared for nothing but the survival of the Breeds as a whole, and once he escaped, he had made certain that the survival of their race was all that mattered to him.

Until Jessica.

Now, staring into the velvety depths of her eyes, he knew that he would die, kill, forsake even his race, for this one woman.

“This is my first present to you.” He lifted the small box from beneath the tree and handed it to her.

The brush of her fingers against his was like fire. He could feel the tremble just beneath her flesh, smell the arousal and the hint of need that filled her. He could also sense the love that poured from her. He had never smelled love before, not in relation to himself.

He could become addicted to it.

Hawke watched as she took the gift from him and slowly pulled at the bow he had tied around the small decorated box. It came loose easily, allowing her to lift the flap open.

Reaching in, she pulled free the angel that was inside. With red gold hair and blue eyes, the porcelain body was finely made. Dressed in jeans and a sweater, feet bare. Behind her back, delicate crystal wings were attached and a glistening halo circled her head.

At her feet sat a great gray wolf, its golden eyes staring up at her in adoration. Finding an artist to create what he had needed hadn’t been easy. The delicate tree ornament had only been finished for a matter of weeks.

“My God,” she whispered, her gaze lifting to his as she cradled the figurine in her palm. “Hawke, it’s beautiful.”

“Not nearly as beautiful as you.” He had to clear his throat before he could speak further. “It’s our first ornament, Jess. Our first Christmas together.”

Cupping her hand, he lifted free the gold tree ring in the back and helped her to her feet before guiding her hand to the tree.

There, in the center, he attached the ring to a branch and watched as the blue and gold lights gleamed around it.

Turning her to him, his hands on her shoulders, he lowered his lips, touched them to hers and whispered a prayer for their future.

A second later, everything went black.

Jessica heard Hawke’s muted groan. It wasn’t one of pleasure, nor of arousal. The sound was so odd, so animalistic, that her eyes jerked open, even as he pulled her to the mattress.

It was a free fall. It wasn’t a man taking a woman down to continue the pleasure that filled both their minds. It was a complete, boneless fall, his arms still wrapped around her as he somehow managed to drag her beneath him even as she felt unconsciousness overtake him.

“Hawke!” She screamed his name as she pushed at his much larger body, trying to get his weight off her, to figure out what was going on.

After struggling from beneath him, she rose to her knees, her hands gripping his shoulders when a sudden, fiery tug at her scalp jerked her back and threw her to the floor.

Bracing her fall with her hands, she lifted her head and tossed her hair from her face as she stared up at the dark, shadowed male form above her.

A tight sneer pulled at his lips as he glared back at her from eyes that were familiar, and had once been warm and filled with friendship. His husky body was tight, tense with anger, and she swore she could feel the need to kill as it emanated from him.

“Todd.” She whispered his name, her voice ragged with betrayal and pain.

Todd shook his head, the close cut of his dark blond hair gleaming in the Christmas lights. “I thought better of you, Jess,” he snapped. “I never thought you’d become a dog’s bitch.” She almost flinched at the contempt in his tone, then cried out in despair as he kicked Hawke. A swift, hard jab to the ribs that brought no response from her mate, not so much as a harsh, indrawn breath.

Jessica’s gaze moved from his eyes to the gun Todd held. The silenced Trigg Automatic Glacier was built on the old P-90 lines. Fully automatic, it used flesh-searing, armor-shredding ammunition. One bullet could take out an arm, a leg. A shot to the head, chest or back was fatal. It was so illegal that the United States had placed a ban on it more than ten years ago, and all previous sales of the weapon and ammunition were sought out and the owners reimbursed for the confiscation of the weapon.

“What are you doing, Todd?” With her peripheral vision she sought for her handbag. The little derringer she carried was no match for the weapon he was using, but if she could get just one shot off, one to the head or to the chest, then she might have a chance. Hawke might have a chance.

“You stupid bitch.” He sneered, his hazel eyes blazing with wrath as he kicked Hawke again before stalking around the edge of the mattress. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m making certain you pay for betraying God and your country. You stupid whore.”

This time he kicked her.

Before Jessica could evade the toe of his steel-lined boot, it connected with her stomach, throwing her back to the edge of the tree as she felt the air whoosh from her body.

Gasping for oxygen, she tried to scramble out of the way of the next kick, crying out as he landed a blow against her hip.

“Are you insane?” she cried out, barely escaping another kick. “The Breeds will kill you for this, Todd.”

He had been her friend. They had worked together in the communications center; they had gone through basic training and Breed security together. He had always had a smile, always seemed loyal to the Breeds, always argued for their rights and their right to live with others.

“They’ll have to figure out who did it first,” he laughed back at her. “How do you think I snuck up on him, bitch? How do you think I managed to hide in the house he spent every waking minute building for you?”

She shook her hair from her eyes as she fought to find a way out of this. How had he managed to sneak up on Hawke? To disable him so easily?

Todd laughed again, the sound ugly, brutal. It echoed with menace and a hunger to inflict pain.

“Can’t figure it out, can you, Jessica?” He smirked. “I guess the Breeds didn’t tell you all about close proximity and association, did they?”

Actually, she did know about it. Close proximity and association was when a human became so much a part of a particular pack or family that his scent began to blend in with those of surrounding family or pack members. The human began to carry not just his own scent, but also the scent of the areas and the Breeds that he was in close proximity with.

“I made sure I stayed close here.” He stared around the living room. “I carried in lumber, I hung around and talked and laughed while it was being built. And afterward . . .” His smile became sly. “Afterward I came inside as much as possible, always certain to wear the same clothes, to make sure when they were cleaned they were washed with Breed uniforms.” He shook his head. “How easy it is sometimes to slip up on them. They tightened security on the rest of us after they suspected you betrayed them, but even then, it wasn’t enough. Because I knew how to fool them.”

He wouldn’t fool them for long. Close proximity and close association only made his scent familiar to the Breeds. Hawke might have missed his individual scent mixed with those of his own as well as those of the other Breeds that had been inside the house to set up the tree and lights, but that wouldn’t mean he was safe.

His scent now was mixed with that of the weapon, as well as the individual scent he carried that would be stronger because of the length of association with the room.

Her knowledge of the subject was limited, but the Breeds’ knowledge wasn’t. They knew how to track their enemies, whether or not they had been in close proximity and association.

“You won’t get away with it, Todd.” She shook her head, knowing she was running out of time. She could see in his expression, in the hardening of the flesh over his cheekbones and forehead, that he was preparing himself to make his next move.

She couldn’t get to the derringer.

“How did you manage to knock out Hawke?” She hadn’t sensed a blow to his head, and surely she would have.

Todd grinned again. It was a smile of smug satisfaction and triumph. “The champagne I handed him at the party. It was drugged. A special little mix of cocktails that carries no scent, no taste, and takes several hours to react on the Breed senses. I took my chances on it.” He shrugged. “Look how well it paid off.”

And it had paid off well for him.

“You don’t want to do this, Todd,” she rasped, rising to her feet, swaying as though she were dizzy, as though the blows and the shock to her system were too much. “You can’t destroy the Breeds like this. It won’t work.”

“I’ll get away with it,” he assured her. “They will never know it was me.”

“You won’t listen any more than my father would,” she snapped back then, as though angry. “The way to destroy them isn’t through this sort of deception. It’s through the mating heat.”

He paused. “The heat is a rumor.” There was an edge of suspicion in his voice though.

Jessica gave a light laugh as she held her hand to her ribs. “I’m going to forgive the bruises for just a moment,” she told him. “I’m even going to try to forget that you’re a moron acting outside of orders.” He frowned at the insult. “Imagine, if you will, that the mating heat does exist. How do you destroy the Breeds?”

His eyes narrowed on her. Oh yes, let that suspicion work through your teeny tiny little brain, she thought. She was the daughter of the man who had led the pure blood society he was obviously a part of. The daughter who had been imprisoned and betrayed her people. But he couldn’t be certain; not really. No one had heard from her in a year before her release.

“You prove mating heat,” he ventured softly.

“Father wouldn’t listen.” She shook her head furiously. “Killing the mates would only enrage them, but they’re too heavily backed by too many powerful political figures now. That’s not the way to take them down.”

Todd nodded slowly. “You have to make people fear them.”

She smiled in approval. “I didn’t betray my people or my country, Todd. You know I couldn’t do that. I loved my father. I love my country.”

“You pulled Gunnar and Arlington’s mates out of harm’s way,” he accused her furiously, but the gun leveled off and his attention was no longer on Jessica.

“I did what I had to do,” she snarled back at him. “Mating heat, Todd. Prove mating heat. How do you prove it?”

He licked his lips, staring at her like he was beginning to see her point of view.

“Let the heat run it’s course,” she suggested. “Then escape. Once I do that, and the heat is fully conditioned inside me, then we have what we need to destroy them. Proof.”

There wasn’t a chance in hell.

“You’re fully mated?”

“Close.” She pushed her fingers through her hair as though frustrated. “Close, until you decided to play the moron. God, couldn’t you have given me just a few more days? That was all I needed.”

Was it working? He was suspicious. He was still watching her as though he knew she was lying, knew she was playing him.

“How can I believe you?” He wanted to though, because the thought of finally proving the Breeds were a threat was irresistible.

“Don’t you ever pay attention to anything beyond your own inglorious little fantasies?” she scoffed. “Tell me, Todd. Have you ever shaken hands with one of the Breeds’ wives? Didn’t you ever pay attention to how you are never allowed to touch one of them? How only certain members of any department are allowed around them? They told me about mating heat within my first year there, because the alpha’s wife, as well as the second-in-command’s, was becoming friends with me. I had to sign waivers to hell and back and swear on everything under the sun that I would never reveal it. To prove it, I had to ensure one of them mated me.” She glanced at Hawke as though in disgust and caught the barest flicker of his eyelashes.

Oh God, let him be waking up. Let him be okay. She had no idea how to get out of this other than running her mouth. Todd was too far away for her to jump him, and was too suspicious for her to get him out of the room.

“Hawke still has to die,” Todd told her as she turned her gaze back to him.

“Oh sure, kill the goose with the golden egg.” She rolled her eyes. “Where do you think the mating heat comes from? Don’t you read the papers? It’s a hormone, Todd. He has to do all these little ‘alive’ things, like kissing me, screwing me, trying to make little Breed babies with me. Do you understand yet?”

She was going to throw up. She couldn’t believe she was saying these things, that Hawke was listening, that he could hear her. She had fought for so long to make amends for what she had done unwillingly. Now it would only appear as though she had willingly betrayed them.

She could see her future draining away before her eyes. She could see her happiness dying, her life becoming forfeit. But, if Hawke lived, if he managed to save himself, then it would be worth it.

Her Hawke was well worth dying for.

TEN

Hawke could smell the lies coming off Jessica in waves. The desperation to make Todd Bennett believe her went clear to her soul. She sounded convincing, and when he snuck a brief look at her face, she looked convincing. His Jess was playing the role of her life and fighting to give him a chance to get his bearings.

The animal inside him was slowly coming awake. He could feel his senses sharpening, his strength returning. His unique Breed genetics were slowly pushing past the barrier that had clouded his mind.

What the fuck had happened? He felt like he had been hit by a two-by-four, but he knew there wasn’t a chance in hell anyone could have slipped up on him that easily.

“I can’t believe whoever gave you the order to try anything this insane,” Jessica continued with a disgusted sigh. “Really, Todd. Didn’t your little attempted assassin inform your group how many times I’ve been out in that forest trying to escape this place?”

There was a moment of silence.

“The group doesn’t know about that,” Todd finally admitted. “I was the one shooting at you.”

“Father would have had you killed if he were still alive,” she spat back at him. “Even he knew not to attempt to kill me. He knew what I was trying to do, he just didn’t agree with it. Do you think he would have risked drugging me if I had been truly totally against it? The drug was only there to give me a plausible escape, not because the damned thing actually worked. Use your brain for a change.”

Hawke felt her move away from the tree as he opened his eyes just enough to focus, to see if his vision had fully returned yet.

The first thing he saw was the porcelain figure on the floor, one tiny crystal wing lying in fragments against the hardwood.

He had to grit his teeth to keep from growling in fury. That had been his first gift to her, a reflection of what he saw in her. His angel. The beauty that could tame the beast inside him.

Todd Bennett was a dead man walking.

“I wish I could believe you, Jessica.” Todd’s voice was filled with regret, with hope. “The story is good, I’ll give that to you. It’s enough to make me want to believe.”

“Then kill me,” she laughed. “Go ahead, Todd. Make the worst mistake of your life. Because when you do, Uncle Craig will reach out from prison and snap your skinny little neck.”

Craig Raines. His arrest had been made so quietly that it hadn’t even hit the papers. Only a few people could have known of his arrest. Jess knew, because she had given the Breeds the information that her uncle and her father both had ties to the pure blood groups.

Hawke felt Todd pause then.

“Craig wasn’t caught,” he said, but Hawke could hear the fear in his voice then.

“Don’t be a fool,” Jessica snapped, and though the tone of her voice was confident, he could feel her fear increase. “Craig was the mastermind behind the plot to kill the Breeds at the Christmas party in Advert just before my release. He was also my contact.”

Hawke was almost ready to move. He could feel his muscles unlocking, adrenaline coursing through his body as he tensed to attack. Just another few seconds. If Jess could just hold on a little longer, distract Todd just a bit more . . .

“I can’t take the chance,” Todd said softly, his voice now filled with regret. “I’m sorry, Jess. I just can’t take a chance on you.”

He was going to kill her.

Jess watched as Todd lifted the weapon, aiming it to her stomach. Damn, that was going to hurt. He was going to make sure that he punished her, whether he believed it or not.

“Uncle Craig will have you skinned alive for this,” she snapped.

“Like the Breeds, Craig will have to figure out who did it first,” he informed her, his smile tight and hard. “Unlike some who are in the society, Jess, I believe that sometimes we have to take every opportunity we’re given to destroy the Breeds. You’re his mate. Alive, you still serve a purpose to the Breeds. Dead, you destroy him.”

His arm stiffened.

Jess threw herself across the room, diving for the floor, thankful that at least he was shooting at her, not at Hawke. At the same time, a vicious, enraged howl filled the house.

The whine of the silenced weapon could be heard a second before his screams. A second before the sound of chaos tore through the room.

Stumbling to her feet, she rushed for her purse, her head lifting as she stumbled on the mattress, her eyes widening at the sight that met her eyes.

Animalistic, primal. Hawke had Todd’s neck in the powerful grip of his hand as he shook him. The weapon had fallen to the floor and Todd stared back in horror at the vision of Breed rage.

Hawke’s lips were drawn back from his teeth, his canine’s flashing in the low glow of the tree lights. A howl tore from his lips again as Breed enforcers rushed into the room. Leading them was none other than Wolfe, his expression a mask of fury. Hawke shook Todd again before throwing him against the wall and burying his fist in the other man’s gut.

The air expelled from Todd’s lungs with a gasp. As Hawke stepped back, he crumpled to the floor, gasping, short cries tearing from his throat as he tried to crawl away.

“Hawke.” She moved to him, her hand lifting, shaking, as tears began to fall from her eyes.

He turned on her then. Golden eyes flamed with his rage and a sob shook her entire body. He had heard everything. He had heard her speak of betraying him, of betraying him further. He had heard the lies she told to distract Todd, lies that would be her death sentence now.

“My mate,” he snarled, suddenly jerking her to him, shocking her with the force of his hold and the snarled demand in his voice.

“Hawke.” She whispered his name through her tears as one hand wrapped around the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip as he jerked her closer.

“My mate,” he growled again. “Always mine.”

Before she could affirm or deny, his head lowered, his lips covered hers and his tongue pushed forcefully between her lips.

Immediately the taste of the mating hormone exploded through her senses. It was richer, spicier than ever before. She could feel the burn almost immediately, the explosion of sensation, hunger and need that lashed through her body and drove her to claw at his chest to get closer.

As though the threat of death had pushed him past reason, he kissed her with a desperation she had never known before, a desperation she returned. Their tongues twined, mated, fought and surrendered in a dance as old as time.

When he managed to jerk back she could only sway against him, dazed and uncertain, as she heard the men behind her, heard Todd’s frightened cries, his breathless accusations against her. The details of the plan she had given him, the plan that had never existed.

“Get that bastard out of my mate’s home.” Hawke turned to Wolfe as Jess struggled to turn in his arms. “I want him dead.”

“Quietly,” Wolfe stated, his dark eyes going between Hawke and Jessica. “He’s bringing some serious charges against Jess already, Hawke,” he warned.

“Lies.” His arm tightened around Jess. “The bastard thought I was senseless from the drug he slipped me at the party. He didn’t give me near enough. I was weak, not unconscious. He lies. He bragged of his part in betraying the Breeds and his connections to the pure blood society that attacked in Advert before Jess’s release. I want him taken care of, Wolfe. Permanently. He knows Jess is my mate. He’s been deceitful enough that he’s put together the information on mating. He’s a risk we can’t afford.”

Wolfe stared back at him for long seconds as Jess watched and fought to catch her breath. She felt as though she were falling, as though the strength had seeped from her limbs the moment she realized Todd was pulling the trigger.

“He’ll be taken care of.” Wolfe nodded before turning back to the Breeds that had restrained Todd. “Take care of it, Jacob,” he ordered his second-in-command. “Quietly.”

Todd would never be heard from again.

She watched as he was dragged from the room, kicking, screaming, begging for mercy.

There would be no mercy, she knew. If he hadn’t tried to kill Hawke, if he hadn’t admitted to being a part of drugging her, of attacking Haven, then he might have had a chance of escaping Breed law.

“I’ll need your report in the morning.” Wolfe turned back to them.

“How did you know?” Jess finally found her voice, her brain. “How did you know to be here?”

Wolfe turned his gaze back to her, his eyes penetrating, as though he could see clear to her soul.

“It’s a tradition,” he told her. “We came to hang a wreath on your door, to welcome your union into the pack. That was when we heard your screams and Hawke’s howls.”

A tradition of acceptance. Her lips parted as emotion swamped her and the events of the day began to clash inside her.

“Hawke, I expect your verbal report tomorrow after you turn in the written report,” Wolfe informed him. “Until then, I’ll clear your house out and leave you with your mate.”

She could still hear Todd screaming outside. It was muted, distant, but the sound struck at her heart and left her shaking on the inside.

He had been a friend. Tonight he had toasted to her union with Hawke; he had smiled and wished her every happiness. Hours later, he had tried to kill her.

The door closed behind Wolfe and his enforcers, leaving them alone as Jess moved, pushed herself from Hawke’s embrace and went to the tree.

Kneeling on the floor, she picked up the figurine that had fallen and touched her broken wing carefully.

“She can’t be fixed,” Jess whispered as another tear slipped down her cheek.

Taking the figure from her, Hawke wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her against him. She watched, silent, as he hung the ornament again, the broken wing sending fragments of light glittering around it.

“She doesn’t need to be fixed.” Hawke’s voice was soft, his breath feathering along her temple as she stared at the wing. “She’ll always remind us of what we survived, Jess.”

She bit her lip and tried not to cry.

“I was lying,” she finally bit out desperately, another sob tearing from her chest. “What I told Todd . . .”

Hawke swung her around, his finger pressing to her lips as she saw the surprising crooked grin on his lips.

“Breeds can smell a lie, mate. Have you forgotten that?”

Her lips parted. Yes, she had forgotten that. In the fear and the confusion, she had forgotten that Breeds could smell a lie.

“You knew?” Her breathing hitched as happiness seemed to flood her. “You knew I was lying?”

“I knew you were fighting to hold on until I could get my bearings.” He touched a tear on her cheek, wiped it away. “I knew you were saving both our lives the only way you could, baby. You didn’t hurt me. I never once believed otherwise.”

ould he love anyone more than he loved her at that moment, Hawke wondered. Pure joy lit up her gaze; sweet heat and unconditional love filled the air around them. She was indeed a mate he could be proud of. One he knew would always walk at his side.

Turning, he lifted her in his arms and bore her back to the mattress.

“I believe we were in the middle of something when that bastard disturbed us,” he stated as he came over her, her arms wrapping around his neck as her lips curved into a tempting, loving smile.

“We weren’t exactly in the middle,” she shot back saucily. “I believe we were just getting started. Don’t go missing steps there, mate.”

He had to laugh at her. She’d always been able to make him smile, make him laugh. She had always lightened his heart even as she hardened his dick.

“I love you, Jess,” he growled, the man and the animal speaking, the primal need and emotion that erupted inside him impossible to contain.

“I love you, Hawke Esteban. With everything I am, I love you.”

His lips covered hers then. Deep, sipping kisses kept them both drugged as they fought with their clothes, pulling them from each other, tossing them to the side, baring their flesh to the stroke and caress of the other.

Her hands roved over his back, her nails rasping over his flesh as she arched against him, urging him with little moans and cries for the possession he couldn’t hold back.

He had nearly lost her. So easily, she could have been taken away from him tonight. How the hell was he supposed to live if he ever lost his Jess? Not just his mate, but his woman, his lover. She was a part of his soul that he knew he never wanted to be free of.

Sliding his hand along her side, he reached the ripe curve of her breast. He cupped the mound in his palm and lifted it, rolled his thumb over the distended peak of her nipple before lowering his head to taste it.

Drawing the tight little nub into his mouth, he suckled at her as though he was dying for the taste of her. Actually, he had been dying before he tasted her. Frozen on the inside, locked in a loneliness he couldn’t bear. For a year he had fought to prove her innocence, fought for her release. And now she was here, in his arms, touching him, arching to him as he touched her.

He moved down her body and relished each broken cry of pleasure as he fought the heated, slick folds of her pussy. Starving for the taste of her, for the heat of her, he licked through the narrow cleft, moaned at the slick essence of her and devoured her. With lips, tongue and sucking little kisses, he teased and tormented her silken flesh. Tasted her until there was no doubt in his mind that he could ever live without her, then drew in the tight little knot of her clit and sucked it, flicking his tongue over it until she erupted in pleasure.

And it wasn’t enough. He could never get enough of her.

He pressed her thighs farther apart, lifted her knees and opened her farther to his gaze.

Soft pink flesh parted, revealing the snug little entrance he sought. Tucking the head of his cock against the fluttering, clenching entrance to her snug pussy, he shifted his hips, moved, penetrated until the crest was pressed firmly inside her.

Tiny eruptions of the pre-seminal fluid jetted from the tip of his cock, filling her, easing the tender, delicate muscles, allowing her to take him without pain, without distress. It increased her pleasure while adding to her natural lubrication and allowing the wide width of his shaft to sink inside her.

Hawke watched as he took her, listened to her excited little cries and knew he wasn’t going to last long. His balls had drawn up tight to the base of his cock, a sure indication that his release was only a few strokes away.

Tunneling inside her slowly, working his way in by small degrees, he grimaced at the building rapture surging through his body.

Sweet and so hot. Her pussy wrapped around his cock like the tightest, most silken glove. Each stroke of her intimate flesh against the crest and shaft of his erection was torturous ecstasy. Sizzling fingers of electric current wrapped around his balls, stroked along his cock and had him gritting his teeth to hold back until he was firmly seated inside her.

Lifting his head, Hawke stared into her lovely face. She was flushed, perspiration standing out on her forehead as the tracks of her tears dampened her cheeks.

“My precious Jess,” he whispered, leaning closer, pressing himself deeper inside her and moved to steal a kiss. “My beloved Jess.”

“My heart.” She sobbed against his lip, and he lost it.

The hitched, breathless quality of her voice tore through him. The devotion, the love in her soft whisper, destroyed him.

Groaning her name, he began to thrust inside her. Heavy, probing thrusts that worked inside her, stroking him past pleasure, past ecstasy. He was surging through sensations that he didn’t have time to make sense of, sensations he had never known before.

His mate. His woman.

She cried out his name and his thrusts increased and he shafted inside her as he held her hip with one hand and braced himself above her on an elbow. His lips moved over her jaw, her neck.

He could feel the intensity rising inside her as well. Her orgasm was coming closer, the sweet scent of it was wrapping around him, urging him to take her fast, to fuck inside her harder. Nothing mattered but taking her, marking her, blending their scents until they were one, until they were bound so irrevocably that they could never be parted.

Gasping moans fell from her lips as his kiss moved to her neck, her shoulder. So close. She was tightening around him. Her legs lifted, wrapped around his hips, her pussy tightened, the muscles convulsing around his thrusting cock.

One thrust. Two. And she exploded. He felt it. Like an eruption of fire clenching around his dick she clamped on him as she cried out his name.

Hawke felt his own release follow hers. His teeth locked in her shoulder, the mark of their mating, as he thrust inside her again and let sensation tear through him.

A growl tore from his throat as he felt his semen jetting from him, filling her. The fierce swelling in the center of his cock locked him inside her, creating another pleasure, another violent edge of sensation that rocked them both.

Hawke fought to hold on to just enough of his senses to relish this, to memorize it, to know every emotion, every sensation that erupted around him. His and hers. Her pleasure, rising so hard and swift she lost her own senses. Her screams of ecstasy, his growls. The lick of fire across his flesh, the feel of her teeth in his shoulder.

Shock almost tore away that last edge of control. She was biting him as he bit her. Two little canines pierced his flesh and she held on for dear life, just as he held on to her.

Held on until the last pulses of pure rapture tore through their bodies then left them to float back to Earth on a peaceful, comforting cloud.

They were fighting for breath. Holding on to each other like the survivors of a storm. Sweat damped their bodies, their hearts raced and Hawke could feel her, heart and soul, wrapping around him.

Lifting his head from her shoulder, he opened his eyes and stared down at her. She was lax beneath him, her breasts rising and falling with hard breaths as her lashes fluttered open.

“You’re my soul, Jess,” he stated simply. He knew no other way to say it. “I lose you, I lose all that I am.”

Her hand lifted, touched his cheek, before her finger fluttered over his lips.

“You’re every breath I take, Hawke,” she said, her voice drowsy but echoing with such love that he felt humbled. “Every breath I take, you’re a part of it.”

They were a part of each other.

Moving to her side, he dragged her coat over them for warmth, pulled her against his chest and let himself believe.

It was Christmas morning, and he held his gift in his arms.

Looking at the angel with the broken wing, he knew that next year there would be another. A perfect one to represent her perfect love. But this one was even more precious for the wing that had been shattered. This one had survived. Just as his own angel had. Survived and still retained its beauty and the essence of what it was meant to be. A reflection of love. Not always perfect, not without trials. But always there, surviving and enduring.

Just as his Jess had survived, endured and loved.

His own Christmas Angel, and he held her in his arms, knew her taste, the feel of her heartbeat, the touch of her body against his.

A true gift from the heavens. His Jess.

His mate.

Always.

Content

A Christmas Kiss
Breeds -19
Lora Leigh

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