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Her muscles tensed, her heart pounding so loud he could hear the frantic beats. “Why?”

“Because chasing you has turned me on.” Unable to resist temptation, Talon sank his teeth into her silken flesh, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to satisfy the cat inside him who abruptly wanted a taste of this female. Lust thundered through him. “Do you want to run some more?”

She slammed her fist against his back, her entire body trembling. But not with fear. Or anger.

“I just want you to leave me alone,” she rasped.

“Liar.” His voice thickened as the intoxicating scent of her cream teased at his senses. Her pussy was already wet and ready for him to penetrate. His cock twitched, anxious to fulfill her need. “I excite you.”

Another blow to his back. “You’re pissing me off, fur boy.”

He licked a path down her throat, his cat prowling just below the surface, as if unnerved by the intoxicating flavor of her skin.

“Then why do you smell like sex?” he demanded.

“Because you’re delusional,” she muttered, making another bid for freedom.

“Dammit,” he snarled, lifting his head to glare into her wide eyes. It was one thing to taunt her with his awareness of her arousal. It was another to realize that he was perilously close to ripping off her clothes and fucking her right there. He might be a Pantera, but he wasn’t an animal. “I told you to stay still.”

“I don’t take orders from you…” Her words trailed away as he pressed a hand to her forehead, his gaze searching her pale face. “What are you doing?”

“You were sick,” he said in abrupt tones, temporarily distracted from his potent lust.

She frowned. “This whole place makes me sick.”

“Now you’re better.”

Something flickered in her eyes. Something she was trying to hide from him.

“We’re close to border.”

“No.” He gave a slow shake of his head. “You were better in my home. And now you’re better because I’m holding you,” he reasoned out loud. Then the truth struck him. “It’s me,” he said, watching as the flush of color stained her cheeks. “I make you better.”

She glared at him in frustration. “God, could your ego get any bigger?”

He leaned down to nip the tip of her nose. “Admit it.”

“No.”

“Why not?” His lips twisted as his lust returned in full, painful force. Christ, his cock was pressing so hard against the zipper of his jeans he was afraid it might bust through. “I’ll admit your scent is driving me out of my fucking mind.”

“Talon.”

He hissed, heat exploding through him as he allowed his lips to trail over her cheek to the edge of her mouth.

“Say it again,” he urged.

She trembled, her hands spread against his back as she forgot to fight him. “What?”

“My name.” He used his tongue to trace the lush temptation of her lower lip. “Say it again.”

“Talon.”

“I like to hear it on your lips,” he said, kissing the line of her jaw before heading down the silken skin of her throat.

Her nails bit into his shoulders as she arched in pleasure beneath him. “What are you doing to me?”

“Darling, I’ll do anything you want,” he muttered, forgetting where they were and, more importantly, who she was.

Nothing mattered but the sharp-edged hunger that clawed at him whenever he was close to this female.

He reached the neckline of her sweatshirt, impatiently using his chin to push it aside so he could trace her collarbone with his lips.

“Oh,” she breathed, rubbing against the thick thrust of his erection.

He growled, about to reach down and yank off the loose bottom of her sweats when his gaze caught sight of a tiny mark at the bottom of her collarbone.

It was like being doused in icy-cold water.

One second all he could think about was the savage need that was pounding through his body, and the next he was pushing himself upright and shoving shaking hands through his tousled hair.

“Shit,” he rasped.

She raised herself onto her elbows. “What?”

His gaze remained glued to the birthmark that marred the perfect ivory of her skin. “A raven.”

She flinched. As if he’d physically struck her.

“It’s not a raven, it’s a birthmark.”

“The symbol of evil.” The words left his lips before he could consider their impact on Isi.

Hell, he was a Hunter, not a Suit.

“Evil?” Isi surged to her feet, grabbing a hefty stick off the ground to swing toward his head with a magnificent fury. “Get out of here, you son of a bitch.”

Angry with himself for having forgotten he intended to treat this female as the enemy, and potentially putting his people in danger, he turned to walk away.

He needed some distance to pull his head out of his ass and start thinking clearly.

Or at least try to ease his raging hard-on.

“Gladly,” he snarled, headed back to his parents’ cottage.

The branch went whizzing past his head, grazing his ear. “And stay the hell away,” she shouted.

Turning his head, he sent her a last glare. “You leave the Wildlands and the elders will kill you. Make no mistake about it,” he growled.

She flipped him off. “Bastard.”

Talon stormed away.

For the first time he felt like a bastard.

 

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

 

Isi woke with a weary groan to find the late morning sun pouring through her open window.

Momentarily disoriented, she pushed herself to a sitting position, glancing in confusion around the room painted a cheery yellow.

What the hell? This wasn’t the room she’d been using for the past month.

It took a minute before the memories from the night before slammed into her.

Talon.

The bastard.

Talon the Bastard
. Yep. That suited him to perfection.

Shoving herself out of the bed, she stomped her way to the attached bathroom.

Last night she’d hovered at the edge of the Wildlands for over an hour before the sickness had driven her back to the cottage. Her every instinct had warned her to return to New Orleans and take the first bus the hell out of town, but she wasn’t entirely sure that the threat of the elders wasn’t real.

Finally she’d had no choice but to return to the cottage where there was some measure of relief from the constant sickness.

Although not as much as there had been during the night, she realized as she quickly showered and pulled on a robe. Which could only mean that Talon was no longer in the cottage.

Good, she savagely told herself, entering the room he’d taken over, to gather her clothes and take them to her new, painfully sunny room. She’d rather be sick than have to endure his repulsive company.

Pretending she actually did find him repulsive, Isi pulled on a pair of jeans and skimpy top that hit just below the gentle swell of her breasts. She smiled with a grim defiance as she realized the top was cut low enough to display her evil birthmark. Then, spiking her blue-streaked hair, she headed out the door and to the clinic where her sister continued to fight for her life.

Acutely aware of the cats who trailed behind her at a discreet distance, she followed the narrow path that led from the isolated marsh to the village, keeping her head high.

She’d learned from day one that her presence in the Wildlands attracted unwelcome attention.

Some curious, some hopeful, but most filled with a predatory hunger that assured her they were just waiting for the opportunity to rip her to shreds.

Not the nicest neighbors a girl could have, but sadly they weren’t the worst.

She’d run away from the orphanage when she was barely fourteen to live on the streets of Chicago.

Tough to top that.

Reaching the clinic, she entered the wooden structure through a side door and headed directly to her sister’s room at the back of the building.

Unlike human hospitals, there was no stench of antiseptic or disinfectant. Instead the air was laced with the scent of healing plants and potions as well as the exotic musk that was unique to each Pantera.

There was also a decided lack of sterile white walls and linoleum floors. In this clinic the walls were paneled in rich cherry wood with floors covered by handwoven rugs.

Pushing open the door to her sister’s room, she stepped inside, not surprised to find Raphael sitting beside the bed.

The male refused to leave his mate’s side unless it was a matter of dire urgency.

Rising to his feet at Isi’s entrance, Raphael motioned for her to take his seat beside the bed.

“Good morning, Isi.”

She hurriedly perched on the edge of the chair, always a little on edge around the man.

He might have sworn to protect her, but he was clearly ready to snap. She didn’t want to be around if something happened to Ashe.

“How is she?” Isi asked, focusing on the dark-haired woman lying in the wooden bed, covered by a hand-stitched quilt.

“She’s holding her own,” Raphael said, the weariness in his voice drawing her gaze to his haggard features.

Christ, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Why don’t you go rest?” she offered. “I’ll sit with Ashe.”

There was a brief hesitation, as if he was debating whether or not to trust Isi alone with his beloved mate. Then, obviously realizing he was near collapse, he gave a reluctant nod.

“I’ll be just down the hall.”

The Pantera leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his mate’s lips before turning to leave the room and gently closing the door behind him.

Alone with the female they claimed was her sister, Isi studied the pale, perfect features that held only a faint resemblance to her own. Over the past month she spent a part of each day with Ashe, usually watching her sleep, although there were times when the other woman would wake long enough for a short conversation.

Still, Ashe remained more a stranger than a member of her family.

Which suited Isi just fine.

Concentrating on her sister with a fierce intensity that didn’t allow any stray thoughts of
Talon the Bastard
, she was aware the second Ashe’s lashes twitched and her hand unconsciously reached for her mate.

“Raphael?”

Isi leaned forward, lightly grasping the outstretched hand. “It’s Isi.”

The thick lashes lifted to reveal beautiful brown eyes. “Sister.”

Isi stretched her lips into an uncomfortable smile. “That’s what they tell me.”

Ashe gave Isi’s fingers a squeeze. “I always wanted a sister. Didn’t you?”

Isi hid her shudder.

When she was young she’d learned that the only way to stay alive was to stay on the move and avoid attention. Something that would be impossible with family or friends.

Having a sister was a burden she couldn’t afford.

Still, Ashe was studying her with her big, hopeful eyes. It would feel like kicking a puppy to admit the truth.

“I…” She struggled for words that would offer comfort without being an outright lie. “Wanted not to be alone.”

“Yes.” Ashe gave a weak nod of her head, looking impossibly beautiful despite the pallor of her skin and the shadows beneath her eyes. “I’ve always been alone. Until Raphael.”

Isi frowned, perplexed by the soft words. “I thought you lived with our mother?”

Ashe wrinkled her nose. “Dixie wasn’t much of a mother. She spent most of her time and money at the local bar.” She hesitated before asking the question that had obviously been on her mind. “What about our father?”

Isi stiffened. “What about him?”

“Did you know him?”

“No.” Isi felt a familiar stab of rage toward the man who had abandoned her when she needed him the most. “He dumped me at an orphanage in Shreveport and disappeared.”

“Did you ever search for him?”

Isi scowled. Like she’d waste one precious second of her life on the worthless sperm donor who’d impregnated their mother?

“Why should I?” she demanded. “If he wanted to be with me he wouldn’t have tossed me away like a piece of trash.”

Ashe placed a hand on her swelling stomach, the gesture revealing her instinctive urge to protect the child growing so rapidly in her womb.

“Now you know he had no choice.”

Isi abruptly released her sister’s hand and rose to her feet. She’d done her best to pretend the elders’ claim of her birth was nothing more than a fairy tale.

And she’d been remarkably successful.

Of course, she had a lot of practice at pretending the nasty things in her life didn’t exist.

“Do I?” she muttered.

“You don’t believe the elders?” Ashe asked.

Isi moved to gaze at out the window that offered a view of the clearing where the Pantera gathered for their meals.

There was no denying it was a beautiful sight, even for a girl who’d never spent more than an hour away from the city.

The long tables covered in green cloth set among the lush flowers and cypress trees. The unexpected wooden statues that were tucked among the azaleas to provide charming glimpses of native art. The nearby lake that sparkled in the lazy sunlight.

It was a land crafted by magic.

A magic that was fading.

And they wanted to blame her.

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