Shifters Unbound: Mate Claimed Part 15

Eric put his finger to his lips and smiled at his sister. He felt good, happy, energized. Whatever pain had twisted at him last night was gone, not even vestiges lingering to stab at him.

Ca.s.sidy did not look displeased to find Iona snoozing in Eric's bed. "Shane is back," she whispered. "He needs to talk to you."

Eric nodded, and Ca.s.sidy tiptoed away. Eric kissed Iona's hair again, and Iona came awake with a start.

She blinked at him in confusion, sultry black lashes over lake blue eyes. Then she came fully awake and tried to pull away.

"What am I doing in here?...Oh, yeah." Iona's look turned concerned. "Are you all right?"

"Haven't felt this good in a long time." Eric felt his smile stretch his face. "Sleep with a mate is a great cure."

He cupped Iona's cheek and slanted a kiss across her mouth. A deep kiss. He swept his tongue across hers, half rolling onto her to press her lips apart even more.

Iona's fingers bit into his shoulder, nails lightly scratching as she arched up to him, her thin nights.h.i.+rt a flimsy barrier. Eric broke the kiss and lowered his head to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, teeth closing around one nipple through the fabric.

Iona's little moan of pleasure almost had him spilling his seed. Eric skimmed the s.h.i.+rt up to bare her abdomen and the blue satin panties she must have picked out to go with the bridesmaid's dress.

He nipped the waistband of the panties, then licked her belly above them as he pushed up the s.h.i.+rt to expose her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were pale, lush, and full, as Eric remembered from running with her in the desert, firm globes that fit so nicely into his hands. He ran his tongue around the areola of one nipple and sucked the tip into his mouth.

Iona rose to him, pus.h.i.+ng herself farther into his mouth. She parted her legs, her foot coming up to skim his bare thigh, urging him. Eric feasted lovingly on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, first one then the other, reveling in the firm feel of her nipples against his tongue, the soft flesh on his lips.

He licked between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then slid up her body to kiss her mouth, pressing his aching hard-on over the satin panties.

"Accept my mate-claim, Iona," he whispered. "Join with me under sun and moon, and we'll have a mating frenzy that lasts all year."

Iona ran a hot hand through Eric's short hair. "We'd be tired."

"And hungry. But we wouldn't care."

"Hungry." Iona's eyes gleamed. "Please tell me s.h.i.+fters eat pancakes."

"Sometimes."

"Do they have breakfast in bed?"

"That can be arranged," Eric said. "Is that what you want? Me, I just want to enjoy the taste of you."

He scented and felt that the satin under his c.o.c.k had grown damp. He could draw the panties down and lick the nectar of her, and be perfectly sated.

Iona pretended she wasn't as rampant for s.e.x as she was. "I'll pay you back for all the food I ate last night. Or, I'll buy more for you. In fact, I'll go grocery shopping...right after breakfast."

She started to sit up, to shove him away to get at her b.u.t.ter and maple syrup. The thought of syrup on Iona made Eric press her back down into the bed.

He opened her mouth with his tongue, licking the moisture behind her lips. He felt her fingers tracing his tattoo, and again the light scratching.

Eric rolled onto his back, pulling her over on top of him. Her nights.h.i.+rt had slid down again, covering her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, but Eric cupped them through the s.h.i.+rt. He positioned her so he could rub against her satin-covered p.u.s.s.y, his c.o.c.k tingling with the near satisfaction of it.

If he ripped the underwear from her and let himself slide inside now, the two of them wouldn't come out of this bedroom for days. Eric would forfeit the Challenge to Graham by not showing up, but who cared?

Challenges and their rules had been created by s.h.i.+fters to prevent them from killing each other over scarce females in a free-for-all. Let Graham try to take Iona away and see what happened. Eric would simply kill him, problem solved.

The way Iona made Eric feel was primal, a throwback to the bad old days when s.h.i.+fters fought to the death over a mate and were happy to do it. The Fae had created s.h.i.+fters to be fighting beasts, and the beast always lurked close to the surface.

Iona's little growl wasn't helping. Eric smelled the feral being in her, uncontrolled by s.h.i.+fter rules and a Collar. She was wild, free, and Eric wanted her.

Iona touched kisses to his face, his nose and mouth, her lips featherlight. Her body rubbed against his as she did it, sending Eric's blood searing. He had to have her, had to slake his need on her before he faced the world today.

One burst, that's all it would take. A few quick thrusts inside her, and Eric would be satisfied.

He knew that was a lie. Eric wanted the lovemaking to last. He wanted to lock himself in this room with her and let the world go to h.e.l.l.

Iona gave him another kiss on the lips, then rolled away from him, so quickly that he lost his hold on her. "I think we should go have the pancakes now."

Eric growled. He grabbed her wrists, came off the bed, pulled her up with him, and pinned her against the wall. He kissed her hard on the mouth as she ran her hands along his naked body, his erection nowhere near tamed. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressed into his chest through the nights.h.i.+rt, the heat from the join of her thighs caressing his flesh.

"You saved me last night," he said.

"You're all right now?"

He touched his forehead to hers. "Better than ever."

"You look it."

Eric grinned at her. He always wanted to laugh around this wonderful woman.

He released her, his body protesting all the way, and shoved her at the door. "Breakfast. I'll be right there."

Iona stopped before she opened the door, her gaze dropping to his groin. "Looks like you need to take care of something else first."

"Exactly. Get out of here."

Eric laughed softly as Iona opened the door a crack and slipped out, leaving him alone and aching.

Iona heard the shower running for a long time after she'd washed and dressed and made it to the kitchen to join Diego and Ca.s.sidy. No pancakes. But Diego was whipping up a batch of eggs, peppers, cheese, and broken fried corn tortillas he called chilaquiles. He'd already made a stack of toast slathered in b.u.t.ter, cinnamon, and honey.

Iona piled her plate high with the toast. She'd make good on her promise to go grocery shopping, because she was eating all the Wardens' food. In spite of Eric's rea.s.surances, she knew that s.h.i.+fters had little money, and food must be expensive for them.

The way Diego was going through the carton of eggs and mountain of cheese, though, told Iona that he, at least, could afford it. Diego was human and ran his own business, no restrictions on him.

"Where's Jace this morning?" Iona asked as she dug into the steaming chilaquiles Diego dumped onto her plate. She quickly decided that chilaquiles were her new favorite breakfast food. "Still at my place?"

Diego and Ca.s.sidy exchanged a glance. "No. He didn't come home," Diego said.

Iona realized then that the shower had stopped running. Eric walked in a few moments later wearing jeans and pulling a black T-s.h.i.+rt over his head, his hair still damp. He radiated cold, which told Iona how he'd dealt with his pesky erection.

"What do you mean, he didn't come home?" Eric asked.

Diego answered, still busy with cooking. "That's why Shane wants to talk to you. Jace is fine, but he went...investigating."

"I didn't tell him to." The edge in Eric's voice made Iona lift her gaze from her food. Eric's mouth was turned down, his eyes hard with anger.

"He's not a cub anymore, Eric," Ca.s.sidy said. "He acts on what he thinks is best at the time, like I do."

Eric's growl was low but fierce. "Where the h.e.l.l is Shane?"

"Waiting for you next door," Ca.s.sidy said. "Go easy on him. Jace outranks him."

Eric growled again, grabbed a piece of toast from the top of the stack, and munched it as he slammed his way out the back door.

"Does he always wake up this crabby?" Iona asked, sliding her fork through more chilaquiles.

Ca.s.sidy shot her a look of amus.e.m.e.nt as she took a seat at the kitchen table and started in on a plate almost as loaded as Iona's. "That was radiant, for Eric. He's just worried about Jace. Shane brought over a suitcase for you with some clothes from your house."

"He didn't need to. I'll go out and pick up some groceries for you all, then I need to check in with my mother. I can change clothes at home."

Ca.s.sidy's smile vanished. "You won't be leaving s.h.i.+ftertown until the Challenge is over, Iona. Eric's orders."

Iona's fork stopped halfway to her mouth. "Orders?"

Ca.s.sidy moved her hand to her abdomen, caressing it, as though she'd felt the baby move. "I agree with him," she said. "Graham is dangerous. By s.h.i.+fter law, you should be untouchable before the Challenge, but I wouldn't put it past Graham to try to abduct you and use you to hurt Eric somehow. Graham is determined to be leader, and he'll do it any way he can."

"But I can't stay here. I have a business to run-my sister's on her honeymoon, and my mother can't do it all by herself."

"It's Sunday," Diego said. "You're closed anyway, right?"

"We catch up on Sundays. I can't just disappear, no matter what Eric thinks. My mother will get frantic and call the police."

"No harm in telling her where you are," Diego said. "Eric's not trying to keep you prisoner, he's trying to protect you. So am I. Eric's right-you're safest here."

Iona seethed, but even her frustration couldn't keep her from resuming her breakfast. "What is this Challenge anyway? Why are you letting Eric and Graham fight over me?"

"It's s.h.i.+fter tradition," Ca.s.sidy said calmly. "The Challenge was created to keep s.h.i.+fters from arbitrarily stealing one another's mates. s.h.i.+fters used to be pretty bloodthirsty, and with females scarce, males went all out to fight for them. The Challenge keeps it civilized."

"That explains almost nothing," Iona said.

Diego gave her a nod. "I'm right there with you. But go with it. I'll put it this way-it's better than Graham trying to rip Eric's head off and run away with you slung over his shoulder. Eric knows what he's doing. As far as I understand it, whatever the outcome of the fight, you can still choose whether to accept the mate-claim. Right, Ca.s.s?"

"Right. Doesn't mean Eric won't keep trying. He can be persistent."

Iona laid down her fork, but only because her plate was empty. "You two are very sanguine about Eric bringing me home and fighting this guy because of me. You don't know anything about me. Why are you being so accepting?"

Both of them fixed her with stares, Ca.s.sidy's green one over her plate, Diego's dark one from the stove. They each seemed to know what the other wanted to say, and Diego got to go first.

"I did some research on you after you called me the other day," he said. "I didn't know about you being part s.h.i.+fter, but the info about your business and family is there for everyone to see. You work hard, make decent money, and pay your taxes." He gave her a small smile. "Nothing underhanded about you."

"Scent tells me a lot," Ca.s.sidy said, still tackling her flavorful eggs and cheese. "You're half-s.h.i.+fter, unmated, and fairly open and honest. You don't hide anything. And to tell the truth, Eric's lonely. Crazy lonely. He doesn't admit it, but I see it. I think you'd be good for him."

Iona stared at her empty plate. "But will Eric be good for me?"

Ca.s.sidy nodded, her expression matter-of-fact. "He's the leader of s.h.i.+ftertown, which means you'll be the alpha's mate. That's a good place to be."

"I might think that if I'd grown up s.h.i.+fter," Iona said. "But I grew up human. I have a human life, a house, a career, things I worked very hard for. You and Eric expect me to give it all up without a fight."

"You're also young, for a s.h.i.+fter." Ca.s.sidy's voice gentled, and she laid down her fork. "I'm not. Iona, all those things-the house, the business, whatever place you carved in human society-they don't last. A hundred years go by, the world changes, and s.h.i.+fters watch it all." She glanced at the sunny backyard, and her hand returned to her abdomen. "This s.h.i.+ftertown, the restrictive laws humans put on us-they won't last either. Life in s.h.i.+ftertown has been only a small part of my existence, and it will disappear in time. Humans will get used to s.h.i.+fters, or figure out they can benefit by using us, or we'll force the situation to change when we're ready. Nothing is fixed and forever. In another hundred years, all this will be gone."

Diego finished at the stove, brought over the rest of the mixture in the frying pan, sc.r.a.ped more onto Iona's plate, then finally filled a plate for himself. He returned the pan to the counter and sat down to start eating.

"It weirds me out to hear her talk like that," Diego said. "I grew up human, like you did. But Ca.s.s is right. Everything is mutable, even when it seems like it will last forever. What does last though-and I had to figure this out the hard way-is family. The people who love you and what you feel for them-that never goes away."

"Yes, it does," Iona said, a little less hungry now. "You lose people. I loved my stepfather, and he's gone." She felt a pang, as she always did when she remembered sitting those last days with her stepdad in the hospital.

"I know," Diego said. "I lost my dad when I was a kid. But you still love him, don't you? You still think about him-I bet part of why you work so hard is to keep up the business he built and not let him down. And that's what I meant. They're never really gone. You miss them like h.e.l.l, but they're still a part of you, part of your life. That's what lasts-not houses, not businesses, not money. All that can change on the spin of a coin."

Iona forked up the last of her eggs and lifted a piece of the sweet toast, trying to push her emotions aside. Emotions made her jumpy, and hungry, moving her again toward frenzy. "You two should be philosophers or something," she said lightly. "'How to live life, the happy way.'"

Diego laughed, his stern expression softening. "My mom wouldn't think so. I'm mouthing things she said to me growing up, when she needed to get me and Xavier through some tough times. I guess growing up rough makes you philosophical."

"So does growing up s.h.i.+fter," Ca.s.sidy said. "Not to mention fighting n.a.z.is." She winked. "We're not always this serious. You should stay with us, Iona, because we're great at parties. And anyway, there's plenty to do around here, and I could use your help. You like kids?"

"Eric, do not blame this on me. Jace does what he wants." Shane leaned his bulk against a post on his back porch and folded his ma.s.sive arms. The post, built to withstand bear s.h.i.+fters, didn't budge.

"Which means you didn't try hard enough to talk him out of it," Eric said severely. "Why did he want to go back out there?"

Jace, according to Shane, had departed Iona's house at four that morning to take his motorcycle out to the desert to again check out the buildings out there. Shane's gaze kept flicking from Eric's, Shane unable to meet Eric's anger.

"He said he wanted to watch them change s.h.i.+fts to see what happens," Shane finished.

"If he left Iona's at four, he's been gone five hours now. You didn't stop him, you didn't call me, and you didn't go with him."

"Because I think he's right." Shane met Eric's glare for a fleeting instant. "He can sneak around out there better than a huge grizzly can. Jace isn't stupid, and I wasn't going to wake you and Ca.s.s at four in the morning for no reason. Especially Ca.s.s. She needs her sleep these days, and she can be really snarly when she doesn't get it."

"That's my son out there, Shane," Eric said. Shane looked nervous, despite the fact that he was six inches taller than Eric. Height didn't make any difference in dominance. "My only son, and those guys were ready to shoot any stray noise they heard."

"Jace can take care of himself. I know it. I've seen him in action."

Yes, Jace was good at handling himself. But Eric was on edge, the mating need making him squirrelly, the problem of Graham and the Challenge not helping. Eric couldn't call Jace to make sure he was all right without risking that a ringing or even vibrating cell phone wouldn't be heard by one of the guards in the stillness of the desert.

"Where's Reid?" Eric asked, naming the Fae they'd captured earlier this year. The man was now living in Shane's house.

"I don't know. Sleeping? Eating breakfast? Chasing Peigi? I just got home myself."

"Never mind." Eric pushed past Shane and walked into the bear's house by himself.

Nell was in her kitchen making coffee, wearing a big pink bathrobe embroidered with darker pink hearts twined with roses. She gave Eric a black look as he strode into her kitchen.

"Knocking would be good, Eric. Reid went for a walk." Being s.h.i.+fter, Nell would have heard every word of the conversation on her porch. "I get why you're scared about Jace, but Shane wouldn't have been able to stop him. Jace definitely is your son."