Shifters of Grrr 1 (73 page)

Damn, couldn’t she have chosen someone else? Someone
not
the leader of their enemy
Kongsi
, perhaps? Delun was as bad as Snake. Worse maybe, since Delun was Snake’s lapdog.

Lucy shouted again, and Delun angled toward her. Rolling atop his enemy, Sheng drew back his fist, preparing to strike.

“Wait,” Delun rasped.

Sheng glared at his opponent below him, a genuine plea for peace shadowing his features. His hand wavered mid-air, poised to drive forward a devastating blow.

“Brother?” Delun’s thick brows slashed together. “Is it you?”

Sheng reared off the bastard, fury and shock warring inside him. “My family is
dead
.” He snarled as he shoved away from the man, disgust curling his lip. Rage burned in his veins over how anyone would dare to mock the family he’d lost.

“Fuck. It’s true. Isn’t it?” Delun twisted his head to question Lucy.

She nodded, biting her lip. “You have the same character on your tattoo.”

Delun shook his head. “I thought they had died, in that fire.”

At the mention of fire, Sheng exploded. Launching on top of Delun, he ground out, “What do you know of a fire?”

How had this man guessed the way his family had died?

His hand snagged around Delun’s throat and the asshole wheezed. “Let me go.”

Sheng tossed him aside, pacing a circle before facing him again.

Delun rose and attempted to adjust his torn suit. “My father kept a mistress. They had two children together, a son and a daughter. I never knew of them until I read the letter he left me. By that time, I believed you dead.” He tugged at his collar and pressed his palm to the red print Sheng’s hand had left on his neck. “When my mother discovered the affair, she couldn’t bear the shame. She hired an assassin to murder my father’s mistress and her children. After he learned of what she’d done, my father killed her and then committed suicide.”

Sheng shot backward until his back slammed against a pillar.
No.
All these years, he’d never learned who or why. Was it possible this man offered the truth at last?

“The night my father was told of their deaths, he killed himself too.” Delun’s grieved frown triggered the same anguish inside Sheng’s soul. “I lost my entire family because of lies, secrecy, and betrayal.” Tearing the sleeve off his shirt, he exposed his
yin-yang
tat. “I am of Iron-Crutch Li’s line. If I speak the name of my father’s mistress and she is not your mother, swear you won’t mock my grief by pretending to be that which you’re not.”

Sheng didn’t want to believe it, any of it. Was it possible the old woman who’d encouraged him to flee had been aware of his mother’s position as a mistress?

Run, lad. Run and never look back. Never tell anyone who you really are.

New meaning echoed along her Mandarin words. He’d never had a clue. His mother told him his father had died. He recalled a man who’d come to visit, but he’d called the man “uncle.”

A man who resembled the one before him in ways he’d rather not admit.

The air rushing out of his lungs, Delun murmured, “Her name was Li Lanfen.”

Sheng gaped for a second before sinking to his knees. The muscles in his body seized, the shock overwhelming his senses. A hum droned in his ears, and he barely registered the tender grip on his arm.

He lifted his face and stared at Delun, unable to absorb the shock.

I have a brother.

Orphaned, but not alone. He couldn’t breathe for the joy bursting through his chest. A brother, a family. The truth behind his family’s deaths. Every question about his past, answered. He managed a jerky nod.

Delun shot forward and snared two steel arms around Sheng’s body, hauling him to his feet.

Sheng shook his head, unable to accept that neither he nor Delun had discovered this on their own. Hell, they’d clashed enough times, passing each other in crossing and never guessing the history they shared.

The blood.

He might be a bastard, but his father had cared for his mother, enough to ensure their living. At least, while he’d been alive.

Enough to kill himself over their deaths?

But…Sheng hadn’t died in that fire. The injustice snagged in his throat. His father’s rash actions had left Sheng an orphan. Instead of focusing on that bitter truth, he soaked in the embrace of his brother until the man pulled back to peer at him, then ruffled his hair.

“I should have sensed it and I will never forgive myself that I didn’t.”

“Neither of us did.” Sheng braced his hand on Delun’s shoulder. “Except for her.” He jerked his chin at Lucy, for the first time taking in her presence through the fog of his shock. She’d done this for him. She’d given him the one thing he’d yearned for his entire life.

Fuck. If she’d told him of her plans, he’d never have let her hand Delun the Dragon. Now, he’d finally gained his long-awaited ally. Inside his long-lost brother. His wide grin broke into a chuckle. Together, they’d be unstoppable.

Delun clapped him on the back and sighed before releasing him altogether. “I never dreamed of this day. Or this…Dragon.” He laughed. “Looks like the Council has lost their objection against you, Lucy.”

She worried her bottom lip. “Have they? I’ve just proven I’m a
Shèhúnzéi
.”

Sheng blinked once. Lucy’s features had morphed… No longer was her hair streaked with red and gold, but with silver. Her nails too. He grinned. She lifted her glittery lashes and smiled. She’d finally accepted Rabbit. Her locks shimmered over her shoulders to her waist like a cascade of downy silk. His hands itched to test their softness, so he stepped to her and smoothed his hands through those—hell yes—satiny strands. Embracing her back against his chest, he rested his head on top of hers and let his actions speak before the presence of his brother. “I’m not ready to share her ability. With anyone.”

“Understood. The Council is full of stuffy bureaucrats who wouldn’t know what to do with true power if it slapped them on their faces. I’ve dealt with Snake and Boar for so long, it’s a relief to finally have the power to cut them down.” Delun folded his arms and dropped his voice. “Who said Lucy is a
Shèhúnzéi
or that she ever carried the Dragon? Impossible, because the Jade Emperor bestowed the spirit upon me.”

***

Lucy gaped at Delun before shifting around in Sheng’s grasp to angle her face toward his. Was he suggesting they
lie
to the Council?

“None are aware of the truth besides the Matchmaker and Boar, who, poor soul, was so injured in that fire, he likely hallucinated the whole thing. Right?” Delun winked. Already, the Dragon’s sensual energy poured out of the man. Aside from his emerald-ringed irises, most notable was the increase in his swagger.

She snuggled against Sheng. His were the only flirtations she craved. The tension eased in Sheng’s body and his arms relaxed around her. “Right.”

“Will they really buy it?” She regarded both brothers. Well, half-brothers. Not that the distinction seemed to matter to them, for which she was glad.

“Delun is right. Without proof, they’ll have no choice but to believe us,” Sheng agreed. “Present yourself to their scrutiny and, when they find no trace of the Dragon within you, they’ll have to release you. Chalk it up to Boar’s delirium. They might not like it, but they can’t dispute the facts, either.”

Trepidation shuddered through her body. An examination by the Council? Those minds, poking and prodding into hers. Delving for secrets. The ultimate invasion of privacy.

It would keep her alive. Both of these men seemed convinced this was the best course—the
only
course—of action. She nodded against Sheng’s chest.

“Don’t worry, Lucy. I will be present to manifest the Dragon for the Council. They will let this go.” Delun tilted his chin. “Eventually.” Chuckling, he left them.

Alone. She burrowed into Sheng’s embrace. Her breasts molded to the hard planes of his chest, her nipples aching to rub against him.

Showing him his brother meant the world to her. She’d lost her family; he’d gained his.

She tried to shift away, but those steel arms held firm. Sheng dipped one hand lower, sliding it over her hips and crushing her lower body against his where a large, straining ridge confirmed his desire.

He swept his thumb across her lips. “You’ve given me something beyond my gratitude.”

“I didn’t give you anything.” Heat rushed into her cheeks, and she struggled not to flick her tongue across the spot he’d just brushed. “Delun was always your brother.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “We’re both pretty stubborn. I’m not sure we would’ve ever seen it for ourselves. Besides,” he bent to whisper into her ear, “you gave him the Dragon. I could never have done that for him.”

She shivered as his hot breath fanned across her skin. The simplest of touches from him set her body ablaze and the cure was to delve deeper into the flames. Her fingers pressed against his pecs and she delighted in the hard, flexing muscles. Temptation speared through her, but she set her jaw and determined not to surrender, not without defining this passion between them.

It had to be more.

Her heart demanded it.

As his lips feathered across her neck, she flailed for the leash of her control. Seizing it, she pushed him back a step and whispered, “What is this? If I’m not the Dragon, what are we together? Where do we stand?”

Voicing her darkest fear took every ounce of courage she possessed. From the moment they’d met, he’d wanted her to be the Dragon.
Yang
to his
yin
. Now that she wasn’t, did they even have a future together? Baring her heart left her standing here, slinging one arm across her chest, protecting the organ from exposure.

He arched a brow, scrutinizing her with an intensity that stripped through to her soul. “We stand exactly where we always have. Every word. Every glance. Every fucking moment I’ve spent with you, I’ve given you more of myself than I’ve ever shared with anyone.”

He stalked forward, his British accent intensifying with each earth-shattering declaration. “I want everything from you, Lucy. Everything.” He halted, his face inches from hers. The heated pants of his breaths mingled with hers.

“Fucking Matchmaker.” He groaned, nuzzling her neck. “She told me to stay away from you. I tried, so bloody hard.” His brutal words slayed each of the doubts in her mind. The Matchmaker hadn’t set them up as she’d feared. Apparently, though, the woman had still interfered.

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Does it matter why? I couldn’t do it.” His hand combed through her hair to grip the back of her head. He tilted her chin and gazed into her eyes. The depth of devotion in his expression squashed every ounce of her trepidation. “I didn’t fall for you, Lucy. I was swept up in a fucking cyclone.”

His words battered her heart, shooting her up and crashing her down, only to make her soar once more.

His thumb stroked her cheek. “When you’re not by my side, I can’t catch my breath. If you don’t feel the same, tell me because, otherwise, I’m going to drown.”

She smiled. “Isn’t it clear?” Why hadn’t he perceived how she felt about him? She was pretty sure every moment they’d shared, her heart had been splayed open.

Yet a muscle ticked in his jaw. Dark emotions flashed across his features. There it was again, the part of himself he didn’t let anyone see.

“Let me in, please. I won’t hurt you.” She lifted her hand to caress his cheek. Maybe he really needed to hear the words. “I love you, Sheng.”

Her heart stilled, and she waited to determine if it would ever beat again.

***

Sheng pulled back, enough to peer into Lucy’s pure golden eyes and seek the sincerity he desperately hoped to encounter. It was there, shining back at him. He swept down and claimed her mouth, unleashing the ferocity of his passion. Forcing her lips apart, he stormed her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers until she moaned in pleasure.

She loved him. Her words echoed in his mind. He’d never been loved. Not by anybody since losing his family, and he barely recalled the sensation.

Granted, Kassian, Fang, and Mei cared for him. That was different. They hadn’t
chosen
him.

Lucy had.

His cock hardened, stretching the fabric of his pants. He didn’t fucking care if they were inside the Council Chambers, he had to have to her. Now.

He scooped Lucy into his arms, never halting the plundering of her mouth, and carried her into the nearest empty office. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs clamped around his waist.

He kicked the door closed, locked it, and swept his arm across the half-moon table, shoving its contents—a flower vase and a statue of some god—onto the floor. Setting her atop the table, he shoved his hands up her skirt, skimming the wetness between her thighs before dragging down her panties and thrusting his fingers inside her.

He braced his other hand behind her head, kissing her as he fingered her pussy, until she convulsed around him and her cries were muffled by his mouth. Hell yeah, he’d missed this. Badly.

Removing his hand from her head, he fumbled with the buckle of his pants until she finished the job, freeing his rigid cock and tugging his pants down around his knees.
Good enough.