Shifters Unbound: Mate Claimed Part 14

He was up off the couch and at Iona's side before Iona could leave the hall. Ca.s.sidy squeezed around them, amused, and headed for Diego, but Eric leaned Iona back against the wall.

"My home is the best place for you," Eric said, liking how she fit inside the curve of him. "Under my protection."

"We'll talk about it," Iona said.

Eric breathed in her scent, something tight inside him loosening. "I'll tell Jace to stop on his way home and buy us some chocolates."

Her eyes went dark, her scent filling with need. "If you want the truth, I can't taste chocolate without thinking of you."

"Good." Eric licked the corner of her mouth. "I only like it when it tastes of you."

"We could find a hose," he heard Ca.s.sidy say to Diego.

"You'd just get the hallway all wet," Diego answered.

Iona blushed. Eric touched a kiss to her mouth. "Ignore them. Ca.s.s likes to tease." Eric could tell that Ca.s.sidy was pleased with Iona though.

Iona s.h.i.+vered and rubbed her arms. "I'm still hungry."

Ca.s.sidy rose from the arm of Diego's chair and headed for the kitchen. "Sweetie, when I went through my first mating heat, I wanted to eat everything in sight. Now that I'm pregnant, I want to eat everything in sight again. I say we have ice cream."

Eric didn't want to let Iona go. He wanted to lean against her there, in the hall, absorbing her warmth, her smell, the taste of her.

But eating would help her metabolism, which was going crazy, as all females' did when the mating urge first touched them. Soon Iona would want to slake her hunger a different way, and Eric would be right there to help her.

Diego and Eric watched from the living room as Ca.s.s and Iona devoured a tub of ice cream at the breakfast bar in the kitchen.

The two women were already getting along, Ca.s.sidy talking in her open way, asking Iona about her family, the construction company, and her life growing up as a half s.h.i.+fter. Iona, who always told Eric to mind his own business, readily answered Ca.s.sidy's questions.

Then Ca.s.s and Iona put their heads together and started talking softly to each other. Occasionally they'd glance up at the two men in the living room, and snicker.

Females.

After the ice cream, Iona started yawning and declared she'd go to bed. She was exhausted from the wedding, the reception, the mate-claim, meeting all these s.h.i.+fters...

Eric let Iona enter Jace's bedroom alone. He knew that if he followed her in, he wouldn't want to leave. He'd kiss her again, savoring more than he'd been able to in the hall, then he'd take her down to the bed, burrowing under her clothes and completing the mating.

In Iona's current state, she wouldn't fight him. But Eric didn't want only a casual encounter with Iona, she looking to ease her frenzy. When Eric took her, he wanted it to be as full mates. Then he'd make Iona his, forever.

Iona looked a bit surprised that Eric only said good night and watched her walk into Jace's empty bedroom, but she quickly closed the door behind her. And locked it.

A groan in the middle of the night woke Iona from a sound sleep.

Jace's bedroom was the first one in the hall, with Eric's bedroom, a narrow s.p.a.ce that looked like a converted closet, next to it. Iona had seen, when she'd followed Ca.s.sidy to the bedroom she shared with Diego at the end of the hall, that Eric's room held a bed and that was pretty much it.

The groan had come from Eric's bedroom, through the wall separating Iona from him. A groan of pain.

Iona scrambled out of bed, the hem of her borrowed sleep s.h.i.+rt brus.h.i.+ng her thighs. The clock on the nightstand-an old-fas.h.i.+oned folding travel clock, nothing digital-told her it was three thirty.

She stepped into the hall, surprised by how quiet the house was. No sound came from outside-no cars, trucks, motorcycles, or trains, and they were a long way from the airport. A faint breeze blew through the eaves, but that was it.

In the silence, Eric groaned again. She paused to see whether Ca.s.sidy or Diego would respond, but she heard no movement from their bedroom at the end of the hall. Either they were heavy sleepers or the fairly large bathroom between them and Eric's room m.u.f.fled the sound.

Iona walked softly to Eric's door and opened it.

In the near darkness inside, her s.h.i.+fter sight took in the bulk of Eric's bed with him on top of it, his naked skin gleaming. The bedcovers lay in a pale heap on the floor beside the bed, where he'd thrown them off.

"Eric?" Iona whispered.

A stifled groan answered her. Iona quickly crossed the room to him and touched his shoulder.

She pulled back in alarm. Eric's skin was burning and drenched in sweat. "Eric, are you all right?"

Eric's hand closed on her wrist, fingers shaking but his grip strong. "No, I'm b.l.o.o.d.y well not all right."

"What's the matter?"

"h.e.l.l if I know." His words cut off as a spasm wrenched his body. "I don't know what the f.u.c.k this is."

"Your Collar?" Iona touched it, finding the black and silver band cool, the Celtic knot at his throat quiet. "Is it malfunctioning?"

"Like I said, h.e.l.l if I know." Eric tried to rise but fell back to the pillow. "This is killing me."

Iona rubbed his shoulder, wanting to do something, but she didn't know what. "Let me take you to a hospital. I'll get Ca.s.s."

"No." Eric grabbed her again as she started to straighten up. "A hospital won't know what to do with me, and I don't want to see knives or needles ever again." He tugged at her. "Stay with me, Iona. Touch me. You're already helping."

Iona sat on the edge of the bed and put a tentative hand on his chest. His heart pounded beneath her fingertips, his skin roasting hot.

"Can you s.h.i.+ft?" she asked. "Will that help?"

"I tried. Made it worse."

Iona smoothed her hands across his hard chest, remembering how she'd enjoyed teasing his nipples with her tongue. His nipples were soft now, Eric nowhere near excited.

She drew her fingers down his abdomen, finding the smooth indentation of his navel. Farther down to his lower belly until she touched the c.o.c.k below it.

"Mmm," Eric said. "Better."

The sweat on his face and his rapid breathing didn't convince her. "Are you sick? s.h.i.+fter flu?"

Eric shook with silent laughter. "No such thing. I haven't felt like this since..." He trailed off, his laughter dying.

Iona lifted her hand from the base of his c.o.c.k, sensing he didn't need s.e.xual play right now. "Since when? Since your mate died?"

"No, that was different. This was later, when we first took the Collar."

Eric closed his mouth abruptly, as though he didn't want to talk about the Collar. Iona lightly rubbed his stomach. "Tell me about your wife. Mate, I mean. What was she like?"

Eric didn't answer right away. He hesitated so long that Iona thought he wouldn't answer at all, but then he spoke softly.

"Kirsten was-amazing. Hair like suns.h.i.+ne, but her eyes were black. She could run like nothing I'd ever seen before, and she didn't take any s.h.i.+t from me."

"What kind of cat was she?" Iona kept rubbing his abdomen, noting that his nearly frantic breathing had finally slowed.

"Leopard. Not a snow leopard like me and Ca.s.s, a gold and black one. Leopards are one of the smallest wildcats, even among s.h.i.+fters, but they're the most dominant. Kirsten had...personality. A lion s.h.i.+fter was after her once, a huge guy, both in his human and wildcat form. She pretty much told him what to do with himself. That was fun to watch."

"You loved her."

"I did. With everything I had." Eric stilled Iona's hand with his large one. "Why do you want to know this?"

"It tells me what kind of person you are. And it's making you feel better."

Eric drew a breath and relaxed. Then, at the bottom of the breath, his body went rigid with pain, his hand closing hard on hers. "Son of a b.i.t.c.h."

"Let me get Ca.s.sidy."

Eric's hold tightened. "Don't leave me. Stay with me. Please."

The grating cry wrenched Iona's heart. She lifted their joined hands and kissed his fingers. "Keep telling me about Kirsten."

"Can't." Eric's teeth were clenched, eyes tightly closed. "She died. It hurt. It hurt so much."

The grief in his voice was true. "Then tell me about Jace," Iona said quickly. "He looks so much like you."

"He puts up with a lot." Eric tried to smile, lips barely moving. "It's tough, being son of the leader."

"Were you the son of a leader? Was your father leader?"

"Yeah, he was clan leader, but he pa.s.sed right after Ca.s.sidy was born. I was too young to know him."

"What about your mom?"

"Died soon after that. She never got over losing my dad, and she just gave up. It was me and Ca.s.s from then on."

"I'm sorry," Iona whispered. She imagined two young s.h.i.+fters, alone, scared, unsure what to do. "Where did you live?"

"Scotland. In an old, burned-out manor house some Englishman abandoned. The people in the village took care of us. They thought we were demons or Fae or something. We became a local legend-the villagers believed that if they took care of the wild things up at the old house, we'd take care of them. And we did. Ca.s.s and I protected them."

"But you still took the Collars."

"Times changed. Superst.i.tions died. The World Wars changed everything. Ca.s.s and I went to Norway in the forties to help the underground movements, and when we came back to Scotland, our house had been requisitioned and turned into a hospital. We had to find somewhere else to live. People who remembered the old ways had pa.s.sed, and new people from the cities moved in. When s.h.i.+fters were revealed and the locals finally knew what we were, they wanted to kill us. I turned us in to save Jace and my sister."

"And you were relocated here?"

"h.e.l.l of a long way from the Scottish Highlands." Eric brushed his fingers across her bare forearm. "You have Scots in you too. It shouts loud and clear, and so does your name."

"My mom's family moved out here about a hundred years ago," Iona said. "From St. Louis. I don't know why my mother named me Iona."

"It's a beautiful name, an island in the Hebrides. I'm thinking she named you to remember your Scottish father."

"Who I've never found out about. My mother has kept a lot from me, but I'm thinking she still never knew very much."

"His name was Ross McRae."

Iona looked down at him, startled. "How do you know that?"

"I have resources." Eric's voice was less pain-filled now. "I have Xavier and his ability to find information on humans. Ross McRae was the name on your birth certificate."

"My mother told me only a little bit," Iona said. "Did Xavier find out anything about him?"

"Not yet. There might not be anything to find," Eric said, his look serious. "If he's still alive, he could have hidden himself well. s.h.i.+fters can be tricky."

"No kidding."

Eric managed a chuckle. "If we mate, my Iona, under sun and moon, I'll never leave you. We'll be mates for life."

Mates for life. The hunger inside Iona flared, and her stomach rumbled. "I wonder if there's any more ice cream."

"No." Eric reached for her again, the desperate note reentering his voice. "Stay with me."

He didn't mean for s.e.x. Eric was s.h.i.+vering now, his skin cold.

"Let's get you under the covers," Iona said.

She stood up but didn't release Eric's hand as she scooped up the sheets and blanket he'd thrown on the floor. She got into the narrow bed with him and pulled the covers over them both, snuggling down against him.

"You're right," she said. "This is better than ice cream."

Eric smiled again, but he was still s.h.i.+vering. He traced her shoulder, and she nestled her head into his neck, trying to warm him.

He didn't talk anymore. Iona had thought of many more questions to ask him, including making him tell her when he'd last felt this horrible, gut-churning pain, but Eric only kissed her hair and slid his hand up to cup her breast.

He caressed her through the s.h.i.+rt, his touch gentle. Though his caress was nowhere near as erotic as it had been last night in her back hall, Iona's hunger started to calm, thoughts of ice cream fading.

Eric's s.h.i.+vers slowed, then ceased, and Iona drifted to sleep in his warm embrace, comforted by the sound of his breathing.

Eric woke to suns.h.i.+ne pouring through the windows, his pain long gone. His c.o.c.k was hard, awakened long before Eric, because Iona lay in the curve of his arm, her nose against his chest.

Beautiful. And all mine.

"Eric." Ca.s.sidy swung the door open, fully dressed in elastic-waisted jeans and a clingy sweater. "I can't find Iona...Oh."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.