The Man Within (21 page)

“Dammit, Callan, stop him.” Merinus’ voice was filled with fear as Roni was pulled from the room.

No one would stop Taber. No one could stop him now if they wanted to. Violence and lust swirled around him, tightening his body as the animal surged ever closer to the surface. Roni didn’t even try to stop him. She followed him, nearly running to keep from being dragged behind him, her heart thundering in her chest, shock ripping its way through her body.

He had barely caught the assassin before the other man let loose on the trigger of the submachine gun he held. The bullets would have ripped through the bathroom at that angle, possibly killing them all. She remembered all too clearly watching the knife slice through human flesh, the hatred and surprise on the other man’s face as his gaze locked with hers.

Taber pulled her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them before he turned to her. She didn’t have time to gasp before he ripped the shirt from her back, leaving her breasts bare, nipples hard, as he worked at the closure on his jeans.

“Taber…” She didn’t know what to say. What to do.

“Mine.” He bared his teeth as he pushed his jeans over his hips, freeing the thick, desperate erection they had contained.

She whimpered as he reached for her. The sweatpants were stripped from her, the legs ripping as he managed to free her from the material. He braced her against the padded arm of the couch, lifted her leg and thrust hard and heavy inside the sensitive depths of her pussy.

Roni arched in his arms, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as pleasure seared her body, even as pain lashed at her heart. Her gaze was locked with his and in it she saw the bitter fury and anguish no man should have to bear. Blood stained his face, his neck. His eyes glittered with remorse, with hunger.

“Roni…” His voice was strangled as he paused, buried to the hilt within her, a small measure of sanity replacing the bleak horror in his eyes. “Roni…”

She covered his lips, her fingers trembling.

“Feel how wet I am for you,” she whispered with a sad smile. “How much I love you inside me, however you need me, whenever you need me.”

Tears filled her eyes as he blinked down at her. Part of the feral intensity had faded, leaving instead an overwhelming sadness.

“He would have killed me and possibly Merinus as well,” she whispered a second before he moved, his hips jerking convulsively, causing his cock to stroke the tender depths of her pussy with hard demand. “I love you, Taber. All of you,” she cried out then. “I love you…”

He groaned. A low, heavy sound filled with remorse, with thankfulness. He gathered her against him, cushioning her head on the unsoiled shoulder as his hands gripped her buttocks, his cock moving inside her.

Long, slow strokes caressed the inner heat of her cunt as he kissed her throat, her neck. His thighs bunched, his back tensed, but still the deliberately careful movements never slowed.

“Mine,” he whispered again. “My woman. My love.”

His thrusts increased then, his breath coming hard and heavy, his hips driving the fierce erection as deep, as hard as he could as she clenched his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his hips, holding on for dear life as she felt her climax begin breaking over her.

Seconds later, she felt him locking inside her, heard his groan, his hungry little growl, then the hard, heated blasts of his semen spurting in the tight depths of her pussy.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her neck, his face damp—though with tears or his own sweat, she wasn’t certain. “I am so sorry you had to see what I am.”

“No, Taber.” Her hands smoothed over his hair, his shoulders. “Never be sorry. I love everything you are. All of you.”

* * * * *

Such acceptance should not have been possible. Taber stood under the hot spray of water, his eyes closed, his mind slowly clearing of the blood rage he had felt when he had seen that bastard ready to fire off a submachine gun in the women’s direction. Helping to wash it away was Roni, her hands tender as she cleaned him thoroughly. She had washed the blood from his hair, his face, and had then proceeded to clean every inch of his body with the silken comfort of soap and cloth.

Hot steam and the scent of soap filled the large shower cubicle. The sounds of water rushing over him and Roni’s soft hum whispered over his mind. With each rinse and careful soaping of his body, he felt more of the rage rinsing from his soul as well. With it came an incredible dragging weariness. He wanted nothing more than to curl up beside her and sleep. But there was so much left to do.

“All done,” she whispered gently as she kissed his shoulder, her hands smoothing over his wet flesh, stroking him as the involuntary purr began to sound in his chest.

He flinched at the sound.

“Shh.” She cuddled against his chest, kissing it, her soft licks immeasurably tender. “Do you know how much I love that sound? How much I love knowing I pleasure you? Comfort you?”

His eyes were closed against the melting pleasure seeping through him. He had never been taken care of. Ever. And here she was, so small and gentle, her voice whispering over him, her hands soothing him, taking away almost three decades of pain as she whispered her love for him.

“They can’t take you,” he suddenly groaned as emotion tore from him, his arms contracting around her, holding her close to his chest. “I couldn’t live without your touch, without your heat and passion, Roni.” His throat felt tight from the feelings sweeping over him. “I would rather die than face such a thing.”

“We won’t let them take me, Taber. Together, we’ll be okay.” She pushed his hair back from his face as he opened his eyes, staring down at her, aching with the beauty he saw in her.

“I won’t let them.” He shook his head. “I will have to kill again…”

“And I will be right beside you when you do.” She laid her fingers over his lips. “I will always be here, Taber. And we’ll face the aftermath together. Just as we are now.”

Did he deserve her? Hell, no, he knew he didn’t, but he knew there wasn’t a chance he was going to let her get away from him, either.

He cleared his throat as he leaned back from her, groaning at the erection suddenly straining between them.

“I have to talk to Callan,” he sighed. “Then we’ll take care of other things.” He glanced down at his stubborn organ once again.

Roni moved to turn off the shower then grabbed the large towels she had laid out before leading him beneath the spray of water. He watched her in bemusement as she dried him like a babe.

“You would make an excellent mother,” he whispered, imagining her bathing their child, caring for it as tenderly as she was caring for him, or more so.

A soft flush stained her cheeks. “I love children.” She moved behind him, stroking the towel over his flesh as it soaked up the last of the water.

“Will you be upset when you conceive?” he finally asked her as he cleared his throat uncomfortably. “I should have thought before forcing my first kiss on you. Before binding you so effectively. I should have explained…”

“Wouldn’t have changed anything.” She came back around, grabbed another towel and dried herself. “I would have wanted you anyway.”

He stilled, almost uncomprehendingly. “Are you certain, Roni?”

She paused, then breathed in deeply as wry amusement crossed her face. “Taber, that nice big cock of yours isn’t the only thing I had on my mind when I saw you, you know. It was you I missed all those months. It was you I dreamed of before you ever touched me sexually. It was your babies I’ve always dreamed of having. Otherwise, you would have found my knee driving your balls up to your throat when you did kiss me. Now are you satisfied?”

He winced. She wasn’t above it. She had done just such a thing before.

“Understood.” He nodded quickly.

“Good. Now I know Callan’s waiting downstairs for you. I’m going to curl up on the couch until you get back. Kane and some others were bolting the glass doors in place earlier, so maybe I can still manage a few hours of sleep before this place gets crazy again.”

She looked exhausted. The constant worry, sexual needs and physical danger were taking a toll on her.

“Sleep in the bed…”

She shook her head. “I can’t sleep there without you. So hurry up. I’m getting pretty damned tired.”

He dressed in clean clothes while she pulled on one of his large T-shirts, the hem nearly reaching her knees, before grabbing a spare blanket from the quilt rack in the bedroom and heading for the sofa.

“I’ll be back soon.” He bent and kissed her soft lips as she stared up at him drowsily. “Hurry and come back. I’ll need you soon.”

He could smell the need building in her. He nodded abruptly and turned and left the room. She couldn’t live like this much longer, he thought. She was becoming exhausted, worn down. If she didn’t conceive soon, then he worried that her health would suffer. But what, he wondered, would happen when she did conceive?

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Roni was starved the next morning. She had awakened late, showered and dressed, and headed immediately to the kitchen as she followed the scents of bacon, eggs and biscuits.

When she entered the sunlit room, it was to find the three women talking softly over heaping plates and steaming coffee. Her mouth watered violently.

“On the stove.” Sherra grinned at her as she eyed the plates with starving desperation.

“I feel like someone cut a hole in my stomach,” Roni sighed. “Taber’s going to have to install a kitchen in that damned apartment he calls a bedroom if he insists on spending all his time up there.”

“It won’t be much longer.” Dawn’s soft, melodic voice had Roni stilling in surprise as she turned to look at the other woman.

“Excuse me?” she said, confused.

Dawn shrugged. “You’ll conceive soon.”

“And you know this how?” Roni asked as she lifted a plate from the center island and moved to the stove.

“Because I can smell it.”

“Dawn,” Sherra spoke up warningly.

Roni glanced over as the other woman shrugged and lowered her head to her food.

“So what does it smell like?” She frowned, poured a cup of coffee and carried it and her plate to the table.

“We aren’t certain.” Sherra avoided her gaze.

“Dawn sounded certain enough. Is it information that can only be given if you kill me later?”

Merinus smothered her laughter, though Sherra frowned disapprovingly. “No, but maybe something you don’t want to hear yet.”

Roni glanced back over at Dawn. “Give me a timeline and we’ll see how good you are.” She shoved a forkful of eggs in her mouth as Dawn turned to her in surprise.

“Within the next seventy-two hours,” she finally said, and as soft as it was, her voice was more than confident. “I noticed it with Merinus, right before she and Callan were forced to run from the Council. I saw her perhaps three days later, and she had already conceived. Your scent is similar.”

“So how does this scent thing work?” Roni swallowed the eggs and stared back at the other women.

It was intriguing how easily the Breeds could pick up such senses. They were completely human, no matter the propaganda Roni was certain was being spread. But the gifts their animal DNA gave them were amazing.

“It’s just a change in the pheromones.” Dawn shrugged. “As though a special, delicate fruit is slowly ripening. It seems whatever change is being made to the ovaries and the eggs, it produces this scent as it progresses.”

Roni looked to Merinus. Ovary change? Her stomach dropped with a sudden, overriding fear.

“The baby is completely normal.” Merinus laughed. “We’ve had several sonograms done and all the prenatal tests show everything is fine. You’ll conceive a normal baby boy or girl. I promise, no kittens, as Kane is wont to tease us with.”

Fury flashed in Sherra’s eyes.

“Excuse me. I have work to do.”

Roni watched her in surprise, almost missing the regret that flickered across Merinus’ face as Sherra rose to her feet and deposited her plate in the sink.

“Tell Callan I’ll be on patrol if he needs me,” she told Merinus as she walked from the room. “Tell Kane to get fucked.”

Roni winced.

“That’s his problem,” Merinus sighed as she glanced at Dawn. “She won’t let him touch her.”

“I don’t blame her. And it’s time for me to go as well. I have detail on Mr. Andrews in just a few minutes. We don’t need him getting any more transmissions out.”

Roni stilled, her coffee cup poised at her lips as her eyes widened. She set the cup down carefully as the ramifications of those few words hit her like a fist to the stomach.

“He’s the reason they knew which room we were in,” she realized painfully, swallowing tightly as the food she had eaten threatened to come back up. “He told them where we were.”

Merinus sighed heavily. “We can’t be certain, Roni. They’re still tracking the transmission.”

“He sent a transmission out yesterday and last night we were attacked. The men found every weakness in security the estate possessed by sheer luck, I guess?” she snapped bitterly as she rose to her feet. “He nearly got us all killed and he’s still here, given the chance to try again.”

Rage roiled through her chest. Dear God, what would it take to neutralize the threat her father had always been within her life? He was only growing more determined now to destroy her than he had been in the years before.

“Roni. Callan and Taber are taking care of it,” Merinus said gently. “Let them do what they have to do.”

Roni speared her with a hard, vengeful look. “I don’t think so, Merinus. Not this time. Not again.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Roni was none too pleased with Taber. His refusal throughout the day to get rid of Reginald, or to allow her to find out what the hell he wanted only stroked her fear higher. He was dangerous—to her and to Taber. He had already proven that. The battle she had fought with Taber earlier only drove home the fact that Reginald was growing more conniving, more evil, than ever before. They couldn’t prove he had made the transmission. They only suspected it. To effectively put a stop to any threat he represented, they had to be certain. Just as they needed to know for certain who he was working with.