Wild Cat (44 page)

“Yes.” Eric couldn’t lie. He remembered the agony when the Collar had locked around his neck, every second of it, though it had been twenty years ago now. The Collars hurt anew whenever a Shifter’s violent nature rose within him—the Collar shocked so hard it knocked said Shifter flat on his ass for a while.

“Why would you want me to experience that?” Iona asked. “You say you want to take care of me, but you want me to go through taking the Collar?”

“No, I don’t.” And if Eric did things right, she wouldn’t have to wear a Collar, ever.

The urge to take Iona far away, to hide her somewhere from prying eyes, to protect her from all was making him crazy.
Protect the mate
was the instinct that drove all males.

He controlled himself with effort. “But if you don’t acknowledge the Shifter, if you don’t figure out how to control what’s going on inside you, you’re going to go feral.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means what it sounds like. The beast in you will take over, and you’ll forget what it is to be human, even in your human form. You’ll live only to kill and to mate. You’ll start resenting your family for trying to keep you home. You’ll try to get away from them. You might even hurt them.”

Iona looked stunned. “I’d never do that.”

“You won’t mean to, but you will. You can keep them safe if you learn to be Shifter and live with Shifters. I won’t let humans know anything about you until the Collar is on you and you’re ready.”

Iona struggled again. “My point is that humans should never have to
know
I’m Shifter. No one has ever suspected, but they will if an asshole Shifter keeps following me around.”

Eric held her hard, at the end of his patience. “Iona, if you go feral, they might not bother Collaring you. They’ll just shoot you like an animal, and your mother might go to prison for not reporting your existence. Is that what you want?”

He felt her fear reaction, but Iona kept up her glare. “I’m half human. Won’t that keep me from going feral?”

Eric shook his head. “Sometimes that happens. Sometimes it doesn’t.”

“I am not going to meekly give up my whole life to live with you in a ghetto because you say I
might
go crazy. I’ll risk it.”

Eric tightened his hold. “I can’t let you go on living without protection.”

“The hell you can’t. How do you plan to protect me? Abduct me and lock me in your house? What would the human police say to that?”

Taking her home and keeping her there was exactly what Eric wanted to do.

At any other time, he’d simply do it. Iona was nearly out of control, and she needed help. But Shiftertown might not be the safest place for her at the moment, now that the idiot human government had decided to shut down a northern Nevada Shiftertown and relocate all those Shifters to Eric’s. The humans, in their ignorance, had decided that the new Shifters would simply be absorbed under Eric’s leadership.

What the humans didn’t understand—despite Eric talking himself blue to explain—was that Shifters of both Shiftertowns were used to a certain hierarchy and couldn’t change it overnight. The other Shiftertown leader was being forced to step down a few rungs under Eric, which wasn’t going over well, especially since that leader was a Feline-hating Lupine.

Eric had at least persuaded the humans to let him meet the other leader, Graham McNeil, face-to-face. Eric had found McNeil to be a disgruntled, old-fashioned Shifter, furious that the humans were forcing him to submit to Eric’s rule.

Graham McNeil was going to be trouble. He already had been, demanding more meetings with humans without Eric, insisting that Eric’s Shifters got turned out of their houses and crammed in with others so McNeil’s Shifters wouldn’t have to wait for the new housing to be built. McNeil was going to challenge for leadership—Eric had known that before the man had opened his mouth. McNeil’s Shiftertown had been all Lupine, and his Lupines were less than thrilled to learn that they had to adapt to living with bears and Felines.

And in the middle of all this, a young, fertile female with the rising need to mate was running around loose and unprotected.

Iona struggled to sit up again. It went against Eric’s every instinct to lift himself from the cushion of her sensual body, but he did it.

Iona leaned against the rock wall and scraped her hair back from her face. Goddess, she was lovely, bare-breasted in the moonlight, lifting midnight hair from her sharp-boned face. Naked and beautiful, filling Eric’s brain with wanting.
And
if he did this right, she might provide the answer to some of his Shiftertown problems.

“I was coming to see you tonight for a reason,” Eric said. “Not just to track you down. I came to ask you to have Duncan Construction bid on the housing project to expand Shiftertown.”

Iona stared at him in shock, letting go of the hair she’d been smoothing. “Why on earth would I want to do that?”

“Because the truth is, Iona, I need someone I can trust to build these houses. Shifter houses aren’t just places for Shifters to live. I need them constructed in a way that’s best for Shifters. It’s important.”

Iona looked curious, in spite of her caution. “What do you mean, in a way that’s best for Shifters?”

Eric couldn’t explain—yet. He’d have to wait before he revealed to her that Shifter houses didn’t simply hold Shifter families. They held secrets that humans could never know about. Even McNeil would need to protect the secrets of his clan, probably why the man wanted the Shifter houses already there. Eric had planned to modify the new houses the same way he and his Shifters had modified the old houses over time, but using Iona’s company and guiding her through the process could help both her and Shiftertown—if he was canny.

“I can’t tell you until you win the contract.” Eric said. He met her gaze, not disguising anything in his. “Please.”

“Are you saying you need my help, Eric Warden?”

“Yes.” He said it simply, no shame attached.

“And what do I get in return? You leave me alone?”

Eric felt a grin spread across his face. “I can’t leave you alone, Iona, love. You’re unmated and unclaimed, in my territory. I need to look after you. But I think we can come up with some kind of agreement.”

“Oh, really? Why should I trust you? The moment I enter your Shiftertown, all the Shifters there will know what I am. This has to be another ploy to out me.”

Eric shook his head. “Your sister or your mother can be the on-site manager. You never have to leave your office if you don’t want to.”

Iona wrapped her arms around her knees, gathering herself in. Her naked limbs exuded beauty. “Never leave my office? Never go to Shiftertown? Seriously?”

“Seriously. I’d come to you.”

Iona looked annoyed that Eric didn’t mean she’d never have to see him. “I’ll think about it.”

Eric moved to her side again but kept himself from touching her. “I really do need you, Iona. And you need me. Think of it as an opportunity to better understand your Shifter side.”

“I’m not sure I want to understand my Shifter side.”

“Yes, you do. You’re going wild, and you need to learn how to contain it.”

Iona shivered, looking away, and Eric’s protective need came to life again. He wanted to fold her in his arms, take her home, keep her safe.

When Iona looked up again, her fear was raw. “What do I do?”

Eric nuzzled her, inhaling her ripe, sensual scent. “I’ll help you through this. But you have to trust me.”

Iona went still, but he sensed her body reacting to his. She wanted him, and everything in Eric knew it, and responded.

“You have to give me reason to trust you,” she said.

“No, sweetheart.
Trust
means believing in me even when you don’t understand.”

Eric nuzzled her again, and Iona let him, not pulling away. He’d scent-marked her the first night he’d met her so that any Shifter who did come across her would smell Eric on her. A scent marking was not the same as a mate-claim—Eric could scent-mark his children, his siblings, and anyone else he needed to—but it did mean that Iona was under Eric’s protection. Any Shifter finding her would know he’d need to deal with Eric if he messed with Iona. Even Graham McNeil would understand that, though whether Graham would leave her alone was another question.

Eric breathed his scent on her again as he brushed the line of her neck, renewing the mark. Goddess, she was sweet. She smelled clean like a mountain meadow, but her underlying scent was warm with wanting.

Eric made himself sit up and push away from her, rising in one move. Before Iona could scramble to her feet herself, he reached down and hauled her up next to him.

Eric cupped her shoulders. His human side was fully aware of her nudity and the petal-soft feel of her skin. Her breasts were full, the tips dusky, and the twist of hair between her legs as black as that on her head. Beautiful.

“You need me, Iona,” Eric said.

Iona took a step back, breaking the contact. “You need
me
, you mean.”

“In theory.”

“Chew on this theory, Eric. I’m not one of your mate-claimed females, or whatever you call them. I’ll give you what you need to build your Shiftertown houses, and you’ll leave me the hell alone. Bargain?” She stuck out her hand.

Eric looked at the hand, offering a handshake in the human way. He didn’t bother to take it. “No bargains, Iona. We do what’s necessary.”

Iona was gorgeous when she was fired up, blue eyes hot, her stance challenging. Eric’s reaction to her was obvious, even in the dark.

Iona’s gaze dropped down his body, stopping at his very erect… erection. She put one hand on her bare hip and kept her voice light. “So, what is that? An extension of your tail?”

Eric shrugged, unembarrassed. “I’m a male Shifter at the prime of life, and you’re a female entering her hottest mating years. What do you think it is?”

Iona’s eyes flickered, her need strong. Her pheromones filled the air until Eric swore he could taste them. “Damn it,” she whispered.

She shifted to her wildcat. She couldn’t shift as swiftly as Eric could, and Eric saw that it was painful for her. His hard-on faded as he watched her struggle, but his wanting for her didn’t die. Iona was beautiful, and wild, and he wanted her to be free. And safe.

Iona bounded past him. Her wildcat was sure-footed and fast, her pelt beautifully dark, her eyes as ice blue as her human eyes.

Eric watched in pure enjoyment before he fluidly shifted and ran after her.

G
raham McNeil watched the humans shrink back in a satisfying way when he walked into the meeting room at the courthouse. The waiting humans tried not to react to him, pretending they had all the power, but Graham knew he’d soon rule this room.

The only person who didn’t look intimidated was Eric Warden, the leader of the Vegas Shiftertown. Not leader for long, if Graham had anything to say about it.

The humans didn’t like Graham’s buzz of black hair, the fiery tatts down his arms, and his motorcycle vest. Eric had a tatt as well, jagged lines down one arm that started somewhere under his short-sleeved black T-shirt.

Graham wasn’t an idiot, though. Eric was going to be a problem. Warden was a strong alpha and had been leader of his Shiftertown for a long time. As soon as Graham walked in, Eric’s jade green eyes fixed on Graham’s and stayed there.

The shithead wanted Graham to look away. To acknowledge that Graham was going to be second, maybe way less than that. Pussy.

Graham wasn’t about to look away. Neither was Eric. Graham felt his hackles rise, the wolf in him ready to shift. Eric’s eyes flicked to his cat’s, slitted and very light green.

They’d have stared each other down for hours if a clueless human male, having no idea that a dominance fight was in progress, hadn’t walked between them.

“Mr. McNeil,” the man said. “Sit down, please.”

“Graham’s fine.” He’d rather remain standing, a better position for facing an enemy, but humans had a thing for chairs.

They wanted Graham to sit next to Eric. Idiots. Eric proved he wasn’t stupid by walking to the other end of the table and planting himself in a chair, leaving Graham to sit at the opposite end.

What did the humans expect Graham to do? Shake Eric’s hand, give him a big hug, wait for Eric to say,
Welcome to my territory; let’s be friends?

They did by the look of things. Amazing.

Graham’s Shiftertown had been tucked inside a mountain range south of Elko, a long way from anywhere, and he and his people had done pretty much what they wanted. A liaison with a check sheet came around every once in a while to make sure Shifters were behaving themselves and not eating people or whatever they thought Shifters would do, and then he’d go.

In this effing city, there were humans everywhere. They smelled like shit. Even Eric smelled wrong.

Graham had seen, on the way to this meeting, a sign on the top of a taxi advertising Shifter women dancing nude in clubs just off the Strip. Females, taking off their clothes for human males. That had to stop.

He felt Eric’s eyes on him again, and Graham shot him a hard look.

It’s begun
, Graham’s gaze promised.
You’re going down.

The trouble was, he was getting the same message back from Eric. This was going to be a long, bloody fight. The humans in this room had no idea what they’d just started.