Shifters Unbound: Mate Claimed Part 8

Not until Iona was standing on her human feet, rubbing her aching arms, did he reach to the ground for his clothes. Iona enjoyed watching him a moment before she slipped on her underwear, sweatpants, and sport top, a bit disappointed that they were getting ready to head home.

But the stealthy move to the top of the hill and the equally careful one down had taken the edge off Iona's frenzy. Eric had been smart to include her in his reconnaissance.

"What was that place?" she asked as Eric settled his black T-s.h.i.+rt over his body.

"No idea. What did you get from it?"

"You mean the scents? Nothing. I mean, apart from the guys and the usual smell of desert and buildings. But I'm not very good at scenting, I told you."

Eric buckled his belt. "I didn't smell anything either. It was neutral."

"Maybe the buildings are airtight."

He shook his head as he leaned on his motorcycle's seat and pulled on his boots. "No building's that airtight, unless it's underground or something. These are c.r.a.ppy buildings on temporary foundations. I should be able to smell what's inside them."

"Unless the buildings are empty."

"Then why the AC units, and why the barbed wire and guards? Very weird." Eric took the helmet from the back of the bike and handed it to her. "I'll send my trackers back out to have another look around."

"Trackers?"

"Trackers are my eyes and ears. Brody, who lives next door to me, is one, a couple of wolves, my son, and Neal, our Guardian."

Iona didn't know what a Guardian was either, but she wasn't in the mood for lessons on s.h.i.+fters at the moment. The men on the other side of the ridge made her nervous.

"Your son," she repeated. Iona had looked up information on Eric after she'd met him and knew he'd had a wife-a mate-who'd given him a son. But Eric, so far, had never spoken about him.

Now he grinned. "Jace. You'd like him. He's nicer than me."

"Most people are."

Eric was across the few feet of gravel, his hand gripping the back of her neck before Iona registered he'd moved. He held her solidly, his eyes glittering in the moonlight, gaze fixing hers and not letting her look away.

"I can't be nice and be leader," he said, all smiles gone. "My s.h.i.+fters have to be ready to obey me in an instant, or everyone is in danger. That doesn't leave me much room for being nice."

Iona stilled as her mating heat started to rise again. Why did him touching her with so much strength make her want him?

She looked steadily back at him, knowing he could scent her fear as well as her excitement and need. "I was joking," she said.

"You have a sa.s.sy mouth. I like it." Eric licked swiftly across her parted lips, then released her.

He walked to the bike, straddled it, and started it. He didn't look at Iona as she quickly jammed on the helmet and swung on behind him, but he waited until she'd wrapped her arms around his waist before he lifted his feet and guided the motorcycle back down the narrow dirt trail.

Eric arrived home to a full house. He was restless as he dismounted and put away the bike, the run with Iona not having calmed him. Even the long ride he'd taken after he'd dropped her off, to get her smell off him, hadn't helped either.

Having her under him, ripe and ready, still had his body roaring. He could have taken her, fallen back on what s.h.i.+fters did in the wild, forced the mate-claim on the female and dragged her home. She'd been ready, her mating need high.

If Eric had been younger, he might have done it. He'd chased Kirsten hard, and she'd played just coy enough to make him crazy.

When Kirsten had finally let him catch her, and they'd mated, it had been fast and frantic. Eric had shut her with him into the half of the house he'd shared with Ca.s.sidy in Scotland, and they'd not come out for days.

Since Kirsten's death, Eric hadn't bothered to pursue females. He had enough casual encounters to keep his libido under control, he already had a son, and besides, he missed Kirsten. Females were scarce among s.h.i.+fters, and he'd decided to leave the females in their fertile years to younger males who hadn't yet produced cubs.

He knew that what he should do with Iona was bring her into s.h.i.+ftertown and give the younger males first chance with her. Neal, their Guardian, still needed a mate, as did several other males, including Shane and Brody.

But every time Eric thought about stepping aside and letting another s.h.i.+fter have her, sharp, red rage boiled through him. Eric had seen her first. Iona was his.

Ca.s.sidy was in the kitchen, leaning on the breakfast bar to watch her husband cook. What Diego was mixing up in that cast-iron pan-strips of steak that smelled like they'd been marinated with spices and jalapenos-made Eric's mouth water and stomach growl. He was hungry.

Ca.s.sidy drank water, her stomach distended with the cub she carried, while Diego had a beer. At Eric's appearance, Diego, without a word, fetched another beer from the refrigerator and handed it to him.

Eric opened the bottle but didn't drink, his adrenaline still too high. Beer would calm him down, but he didn't really want to calm down.

Ca.s.sidy's pregnancy looked good on her. She wore a knit s.h.i.+rt that clung to the b.u.mp that was Eric's nephew or niece, the rest of her as long and lean as ever. It would be cliche to say that Ca.s.sidy glowed, but in Eric's opinion, she truly did. Her face was rosy, her eyes bright, her pale hair sleek, her smile wide. Her love for Diego was plain to see, as was Diego's for her.

"You look good, Ca.s.s," Eric said.

He put his arm around his sister and leaned to press a kiss to her neck. Ca.s.sidy returned the embrace, ruffling Eric's hair.

Diego watched them, the man used by now to the way s.h.i.+fter families needed constant touch for rea.s.surance. Diego was all for embracing and touching Ca.s.sidy, but he wasn't as comfortable hugging Eric or Jace, even after living with them for most of a year. How humans had survived this long without curling close to their loved ones was beyond Eric's understanding.

Eric could never resist goading Diego a little, though. Even now, when he was still wound up from Iona, he walked around the counter to Diego and wrapped both arms around his brother-in-law.

"Eric," Diego said carefully. Eric suppressed a laugh as he squeezed Diego and nuzzled his hair. Diego didn't move, though Eric felt the man's fighting instincts rise.

Eric relented, released Diego, and clapped him on both shoulders. Human men were much happier when they were hitting each other, for some reason.

Eric picked up his beer again and leaned back on the counter, finally tipping the cold liquid into his mouth. "Smells good."

"Carne asada." Diego flipped the nearly smoking meat in the pan.

"Diego's teaching me to cook like his mother," Ca.s.sidy said.

"Ca.s.sidy is watching me cook like my mother," Diego said. "Has been all week."

Ca.s.sidy winked.

"You feeling better?" Diego flashed Eric a dark-eyed look. Diego was what humans called Latino, meaning his origins were a combination of Latin American Indian and Spanish European, mixed hundreds of years ago.

Diego had black brown hair, light brown skin, and dark eyes that held intelligence and pa.s.sion-at least, pa.s.sion for Ca.s.sidy. He'd grown up hard but had turned his life around, taking care of his mother and brother at huge cost to himself. He'd never been submissive to Eric, no matter that he was human, and he was a good match for Ca.s.sidy. He took care of her and made her happy.

Diego had come home early today, startling Eric, who'd been leaning against the wall in the shower, letting cold water beat down on him. Iona had called Diego, concerned about Eric, which-once Eric had taken his hand from Diego's throat after Diego surprised him-had made Eric warm all over.

Diego, who didn't know about Iona, had tried to question him. Eric had put him off, going next door to see Brody, who'd called while Eric had still been lying in bed recovering, wanting to talk about the buildings in the desert.

"Sure," Eric said, answering him. "I went for a run. Checked out something Brody told me about."

Eric described the guarded buildings sitting empty in the desert behind the fences topped with barbed wire. Both Ca.s.sidy and Diego looked interested and agreed that the compound warranted a closer look.

"I can do some research for you," Diego said. "Xav is good on computers. He can find the place on a satellite map, figure out who built it and what it's for."

"Could be some secret human government place," Ca.s.sidy said. "You know, like Area Fifty-one. You were close to that. Maybe it's some new weapon-testing site. Humans like to build weapons."

"Possibly."

Eric knew Ca.s.sidy was likely right-it would turn out to be a human facility built for whatever weird purpose the humans thought important at the moment. The compound would stay there until funding ran out and no one could remember what the weird purpose was. Then they'd abandon the buildings or tear them down and cart out the pieces, moving on to some other project equally as bizarre.

"I'd be interested to see what Xav can find out," Eric said.

"Me too," Ca.s.sidy said. "Now, who is Iona Duncan, and why was she so worried about you today?"

Eric jolted, and a small amount of beer spilled to his s.h.i.+rt. "s.h.i.+t, Ca.s.s."

Ca.s.sidy didn't look sympathetic. "A woman calls Diego out of the blue and says you're here alone, and you sound weak and hurt. Diego rushes home and finds you dealing with the aftereffects of your Collar. How did she know? Is she psychic or something?"

"No, I was talking to her on the phone when it happened."

Ca.s.sidy just looked at him, and so did Diego. Eric glanced at the pan. "You're going to burn that."

Diego stirred the contents. "No, I won't. Been making this since I was ten. Iona Duncan is the daughter of the woman who owns Duncan Construction, the company that's building the new s.h.i.+fter houses. That was easy to find out."

"I've been talking to her about the plans," Eric said. "I need to find out if I can trust her."

His sister and brother-in-law both gave him an oh-sure look. Ca.s.sidy smiled as she took a sip of water. "You can tell us, Eric. Is she hot?"

Eric hesitated, but he knew he couldn't lie to Ca.s.sidy. She'd smell a lie on him a mile away. "Black hair, blue eyes, body like a G.o.ddess."

Diego's face split with a grin. "Good for you."

"Is she the woman I saw you with at Coolers last spring?" Ca.s.sidy asked.

d.a.m.n Ca.s.sidy's terrific memory. When Eric had first spied Iona in the s.h.i.+fter bar, he'd gotten her out of there before any of the other s.h.i.+fters could scent what she was. Iona had been pa.s.sing for human-still was-but Eric had sensed something different about her when he saw her, and scented her easily when he'd gotten close. Eric hadn't thought anyone else had noticed him walk her out of the bar.

Ca.s.sidy, of course, had an eye on everything Eric did. Eric loved the connection he had to his sister, but the close bond could be inconvenient at times.

"Yes, that was her," Eric said. "And, yes, I found out all about her and who she was. So, when we needed the new houses, I asked her to try to get the bid."

"And you've kept quiet about her all this time," Diego said.

Eric took another sip of beer, hearing the implied why? in Diego's voice. "Stop being a detective, Diego. I'm s.h.i.+ftertown leader. If I start a relations.h.i.+p with a woman, it's talked about all over s.h.i.+ftertown. s.h.i.+fters debate whether she's good for them, how alpha she is, and all that c.r.a.p. I'm trying to keep it casual, to ease her in gradually."

A half-truth. Eric would bring Iona in eventually, and when he revealed that she was half-s.h.i.+fter, the s.h.i.+t was going to hit the fan. He needed to make sure Iona was completely safe first.

"Don't mention this to anyone." Eric fixed Ca.s.sidy and Diego, in turn, with his alpha stare.

Which they both completely ignored. "We don't talk about your private life," Diego said.

"Except to each other," Ca.s.sidy said, her smile teasing. "And to bug you with questions about it."

At least they were joking, thinking Eric had the hots for a human woman he'd met in a s.h.i.+fter bar. He'd tell them soon.

Some part of Eric, though, wanted to keep Iona private. s.h.i.+fters had sequestered their females in the old days-they had to, to keep other males from challenging for them or outright stealing them.

Times were changing, s.h.i.+fters lived in relative safety now, and they were one big happy family. Right?

Ca.s.sidy became serious. "What are you going to do about the modifications to the houses?" she asked. "Can she keep it quiet?"

"I think so. But I'll make sure before I tell her anything."

"Modifications?" Diego asked. "You mean your secret hideaways?"

Diego, once he'd become Ca.s.sidy's mate, had been taken downstairs to the hidden rooms all s.h.i.+fter houses had. In them, s.h.i.+fters could take refuge or hide the wealth they'd acc.u.mulated over the years, safe from humans or other s.h.i.+fters.

Go to ground wasn't just a saying among s.h.i.+fters. No one outside each s.h.i.+fter clan was allowed into the s.p.a.ces-even different prides of the same clan could keep each other out if they chose.

No human knew of these things, and no human, except a mate of the pride or pack, could ever know.

Eric was relieved of having to explain more about Iona by the arrival of Jace. "Hey, Dad," he said, breezing in. "Graham wants to talk to you."

Eric didn't hear him for a second, struck, as always, by how much Jace looked like Kirsten. He had her look, the shape of her face and nose, the quirk of the head she'd had. It hurt, but at the same time, Eric felt a wash of love.

Eric went to Jace and pulled him into an embrace, holding his son hard for a moment or two. Jace returned the embrace, then Eric let him go and ruffled his dark hair, still amazed that Jace, his unruly little cub, had grown into such a powerful man.

"What does he want now?" Eric asked.

"He wasn't about to tell me," Jace said. His eyes were green, like Eric's. "I said I wasn't his messenger service, but I thought you'd like to know."

Nor could Eric run to Graham's side the instant Graham wanted to talk. Graham wanted that-to make it look as though Eric had answered his summons.

d.a.m.n the wolf. Everything Graham did and said was calculated, the Lupine determined to take over. He'd do it subtly at first and then overtly.

Ca.s.sidy smiled a predatory smile. "Want me to talk to him, Eric?"

"I want you as far away from him as you can be," Eric growled. "Understand?"

"I'm your second," Ca.s.sidy went on in a reasonable voice. "I'm supposed to take care of things you decide don't need your firsthand attention. You sending me to meet him will underscore that he's not your top priority."

"You're female," Eric said. "And pregnant. He hates females in authority."

Ca.s.sidy brightened. "Even more insulting, then."

"No, Ca.s.s," Diego said before Eric could answer. Diego's voice was hard, and he gave the meat a vicious stir, dark eyes on Ca.s.sidy.

Ca.s.sidy looked at her mate, mouth open to say more, then she closed it, went to Diego, and snuggled up against his side. "Thank you," she said.

"I agree with Diego," Eric said. "It's tempting to rub McNeil's face in it, but, no. We can't predict what he'd do. I'll meet him-I want to know what he's up to."

First, though, Eric had to make sure Iona's scent was completely off him.