As though he had been waiting just for that, Braden came quickly to his knees, lifted her closer then tucked the head of his c.o.c.k at the suckling mouth of her v.a.g.i.n.a before beginning to move inside.

Megan shuddered beneath him as she felt him begin to stretch her. Felt each slow thrust and retreat as he began to work his erection into the convulsing sheath. It was too much sensation. Violent flares of pleasure tore through her body with each inch pressed into her. She stared up at his face in dazed fascination.

His lips were pulled back from his teeth, his head thrown back as the muscles of his neck flexed powerfully.

His hair flowed around him as perspiration gleamed over his body. His hips worked slowly, pushing forward, drawing back, stealing her breath as another inch of her p.u.s.s.y was conquered with each forward motion. Desperately, her hands clenched in the blankets beneath her as her whimpers again turned to cries and muttered, senseless pleas.

Fireworks were exploding inside her, searing each nerve ending, burning tender flesh as he worked deeper inside her.

"More." She was gasping for breath as she made the order, her body demanding that he hurry. "Please, Braden. It's not enough. More."

His snarl filled the heavy, l.u.s.t-filled air of the room as his hips rolled, pushing him further inside her. Yet it wasn't enough. Hungry greed echoed in her clenching v.a.g.i.n.a, which spasmed with sensation as her juices spilled around his flesh.

"Dammit, if you're going to f.u.c.k me then do it," she cried. "Stop teasing me to death_"

She cried out a second later as he drove home, burying the hard length of his c.o.c.k inside her.

Control was a thing of the past. There was nothing now but the drive to release, the need to still the burning hunger raging through her. Her hips lifted with no urging from his hands. Her c.u.n.t milked at the driving flesh, tightening around him, flexing, pulsing as each stroke drove her higher, sent her flying until her o.r.g.a.s.m slammed through her. It jerked her shoulders from the bed as her hands gripped his arms, her eyes staring into his as he drove home again. Harder. Deeper. A tight, almost painful grimace twisted his expression as she felt the head of his c.o.c.k throb, swell further, then...

Horror swept across his face as she felt the change. The swelling of the already thick crest, the extension reaching out, locking into the back of the pulsing muscles that gripped him, feathering inside her, pressing firmly into a spot that sent sensation crashing through her mind.

The new o.r.g.a.s.m it triggered was too much to bear. She auld only convulse. She slammed back to the bed, her body jerking, her cries pleading whimpers of insensible words as she heard his roar, felt the hard, hot blasts of s.e.m.e.n spewing inside her and the hot kiss of the flesh lock him to her.

Megan stared up at him, her eyes wide, her gaze locked with Braden's glittering, golden depths as she felt the odd pressure pressing into the too-sensitive flesh high in her p.u.s.s.y. Emotions whipped from him into her. Distant, scatttered thoughts that slipped into her now-open mind as she felt her strange connection with him become deeper.

Stronger.

Barb.

Bonded.

Locked together.

Possession. Raging, intense, soul-jarring possession.

He stared back at her in tortured disbelief.

Animal.

The thought was filled with pain and self-disgust. And it wasn't her thought. It came from him. From the deepest, darkest reaches of his soul.

She felt her lips curve, her smile weak, though tinted with the small shred of amus.e.m.e.nt that began to fill her.

"I like your animal" she whispered, her voice strained as another shudder of o.r.g.a.s.mic pleasure tore through her body. "My animal"

Chapter Twelve.

There was nothing like the morning after. Braden stood on the back porch watching the sun come up, a mug of coffee steaming in his hand as he stared at the mountains in the distance. He could feel the eyes watching the house.

Friendly and enemy alike. He knew there was at least one team of Felines watching over them, but he was certain there was a Coyote in the midst somewhere.

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the fresh air of a new day wash over him, through him. The tint of malevolence wasn't strong. There was just a hint of the danger, of the evil stalking them. Not close enough to matter, but out there all the same.

As he sipped from the coffee mug and scanned the area searching for the most likely spot in the ridged hills surrounding them for the Coyotes to hide themselves. Jonas had sent the maps and aerial shots of the land through the secure satellite connection the laptop used. The most likely spots had been marked, though the team scouring the cliffs and hidden caverns had yet to find any sign of the Coyotes. There were just too many d.a.m.ned places to hide.

At the moment, he almost wished he were sitting in one of them.

He could hear Megan in the kitchen, muttering to herself as she went over the files. Again. The laptop sat on the kitchen table, the database of Felines and available information open to her. There would be no keeping her out of it now. As his mate, she would have to adapt, to learn how to live the often violent, rarely secure lives they led.

His mate. His body had certainly reinforced that sentiment. The memory of the pleasure and the shock of the barb emerging from his c.o.c.k the night before still had him grasping for understanding. For acceptance.

He pushed his fingers through his hair restlessly, fighting to ignore the throb of his erection behind the material of his jeans. It refused to ease. And he'd be d.a.m.ned if he would take her again without her asking. Without some sign that she wasn't sickened by what had happened the night before.

Not that she had appeared sickened by it. But a woman on the edge of unconsciousness couldn't very well be trusted to be truthful. She had given in to exhaustion moments later, her body relaxing in his arms even as her tight heat held him captive within her.

"Braden, what the h.e.l.l is an A Force?" she called out in frustration. "You really need a directory here."

He winced at the question. He was a part of A Force.

"a.s.sa.s.sin, Megan." He kept his voice tempered, hiding the irritability feeding him now.

Silence filled the air as his lips twisted in knowing mockery. He turned and stared through the open door before stepping back into the house and securely closing the panel. She was staring at the monitor, her hands lying gracefully on the keypad while she went through the thumbnail pictures displayed and the stats given.

"Fourteen marks, three waste points," she recited the statistics. "What does that mean?"

"Fourteen kills, three of which were innocent marks I was unable to save." He no longer tormented himself over the three he had been unable to maneuver out of the line of fire.

"Three." Her voice was raspy, uncertain. And who the h.e.l.l could blame her? This wasn't exactly a woman's dream of happily ever after.

"Three." He nodded as he moved back to the coffeepot. "The files are there, Megan. If you have questions, read them."

Maybe the fact of who he was would distract her from what he was.

He was careful to keep his senses open, to catch any hint of condemnation that could come from her. He felt none. He felt confusion, anger, but no accusation. Finally he turned to her, watching her curiously.

Her emotions were as easy to read on her face as they were in the air around her. She would be easy for the Coyotes to find if she were caught in a situation that required her to hide not just her physical self, but her mental self as well. The animal senses were rapier-sharp in all Breeds.

Picking up on emotions was nearly as easy as using scent to guide them. How she had managed to surprise them the day they attacked her home, he had no idea. She was confused, aroused, and hurting. Surprisingly enough, the hurt seemed to be for him, not because of him.

"You didn't write the reports." Her eyes were moving over the page as she clicked on the details.

He tilted his head, watching her intently. "How do you know?"

She shrugged. "I can tell. It's too graphic. Too focused on the fact that you didn't kill savagely enough." She lifted her eyes, the blue orbs dark with pain.

His lips twisted at her last words. His Trainer had written the reports, and in each, Braden knew the emphasis on his apparent mercy had been notated. Braden would have been canceled eventually, and he knew it, simply because he could not force an illusion of satisfaction in killing.

"I regret their deaths, not my actions," he a.s.sured her. "I did what I had to do to protect others. To protect myself. Those of us who survived realized early on that we would only do so by being smarter than those who created and attempted to train us."

"The three innocents?" He watched her swallow tightly, saw the compa.s.sion in her gaze. It soothed him, even when he felt he deserved no ease for those deaths.

"A scientist who attempted to break away from the Council. He escaped with a newly born Breed babe and attempted to reach someone within the media. He was killed, though the child was never recovered. Also, an Interpol agent investigating one of the European scientists, as well as his contact, the young son of one of the Council members."

He kept his voice cool, his manner distant. He had done what he had to in his battle to survive. "If I hadn't killed them, if I hadn't performed as ordered, others would have died. If a Breed failed, then his closest littermates died as well. If he didn't return, then every Breed within his a.s.signed Lab was murdered and the facility shut down."

He clenched his jaw as he remembered the bonds of loyalty and the fight to survive that had tethered them during those times.

"Loyalty," she whispered.

Braden inclined his head slowly. "Foolish perhaps, but the majority of us were born with a sense of bonding, of loyalty to those we considered littermates. There was no breaking it."

"Did you try?' He saw the shimmer of tears in her eyes and felt his heart clench at the emotion reaching out to him. There was no pity, but there was pain. For him. For those he had fought to protect.

"I tried." He nodded slowly. "Each mission. I had a plan in place; I could have escaped. I could have found safety for myself." He grimaced at the thought. "The others wouldn't have died easily, and I knew it. I couldn't be the reason for it. My own death would have been preferable. As long as we lived, there was always a chance of survival, of finding a way to save the others as well."

"I thought the Council frowned upon loyalty and friendship between the Breeds?' He could feel her searching for clarification, for understanding.

"They punished us severely for it." He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he leaned against the wall, his lips tilting mockingly. "We were created to murder, to revel in any blood we could spill. We were their disposable soldiers, their robots if you will. Animals who could pose as humans and could strike with deadly force. We weren't created for loyalty, but the scientists and trainers knew it existed. There was no way for us to hide it entirely."

Tears shimmered in her eyes before she turned away from him, the compa.s.sion that filled them clenched his heart. She had forced herself to be so strong, enduring alone for so many years. But he could feel her now, reaching out to him, a warmth that eased into his soul and relieved the bleak chill of his memories.

She moved from the table quickly, hitting the power b.u.t.ton on the laptop to abruptly disconnect the pages she had pulled up. Her face was pale, her body tight with tension.

"It doesn't do any good to run from it, Megan. You knew our lives weren't exactly happy hour," he pointed out calmly when he wanted nothing more than to smash something, anything. Preferably the computer that held the incriminating information.

He ached for her. For himself. How horrifying it must be to be bound to a man you knew could kill you with one thrust into your body. To know he could stare into your eyes, whisper your greatest fantasy, and murder you a second later. But it was information she had to have. Secrets she had to know.

She was his mate. He refused to hide anything from her.

The air thickened with tension, fear and pain whipped around him. Not through him; his natural blocks were too strong for that. But he felt it, knew it for what it was.

She turned back to him slowly.

"Do you think I blame you for any of that? she snapped as she flicked her fingers to the laptop. "That I would ever believe you had done anything other than you had to?" Bitterness twisted her lips. "You might be as arrogant as h.e.l.l, Braden, but you're not a murderer."

He stared back at her silently, watching as her expression softened, the militant light of battle slowly fading from her eyes.

"I wish I could ease the memories, the pain." Her whispered admission surprised him. "I would take the nightmares if I could, Braden."

Shock tore through him as he read the truth in her eyes.

His little Empath, who had hid from the world and from other's nightmares, was willing to take his in order to ease his pain and accept it as her own.

"Then you're insane." He growled, feeling his erection swell in his jeans as he watched her, saw the emotion that filled her gaze and felt it swirling around him.

Her gaze flickered to it. The scent of her p.u.s.s.y drifted to him, her arousal growing as adrenaline began surging through her body.

"Yeah, that remark resembles me sometimes." She flashed him a c.o.c.ky smile that had his heart aching.

"Don't romanticize me, Megan." He growled then. She had to know the truth of the man she was bound to now.

"I'm not a hero, and I'm sure as h.e.l.l not Superman. I kill, and sometimes I even enjoy the blood I spill." Council Trainers, their soldiers_ And one day, he swore, when the main Council members were found, he would exact his own vengeance.

"No, you're not Superman." She rolled her eyes at him as she propped her hands on her hips and confronted him with a frown. "But neither are you a monster. If you want to put distance between us, find another way to do it."

"Wouldn't you like that," he snapped. "You've been trying to throw me out since the beginning."

Her eyes widened at the anger he displayed.

"What's with you? " She lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes in challenge. "You've been fighting to get into my bed and override my defenses against you since you first met me. Fine, you had me, you bit me, you mated me. And now dumb little Megan cares one way or the other if you die. Feeling a little trapped now, are we?"

Braden glowered back at her. He didn't feel trapped, he felt_ off balance.

Women feared him; even those who came to his bed were wary of tempting his anger. But Megan accepted him, defended him even when he couldn't defend his actions himself. She terrified him with her courage and her ability to accept not just the Mating, but him.

He finally sighed wearily. "I don't feel trapped, Megan."

He felt like snarling at his own helplessness to see her safe from the threat against her. "You have to know the truth about me. Dealing with this situation requires that you know who and what I am. Otherwise, you cannot make the choices you will have to rationally."

"I have a feeling few people deal with you in any kind of rational manner." She crossed her arms over her breast, the loose T-shirt she wore riding up the hem of her shorts to flash a tempting strip of flesh. He wanted to lick it.

"This is possible." He dragged his attention from the bare flesh to reply to her comment. "I was never considered one of the tamer specimens."

"Why did you pull that up for me to read?' Her lips thinned in annoyance and suspicion.

"It's a part of me, Megan." He shrugged. "Part of who I am. If you don't learn it now, you may have to later. And controlled conditions are always best."

"You think you're fooling me. You're not so cold, Braden."

"I'm not?' Actually, there had been times when he had been forced to be worse.

"You're trying to p.i.s.s me off,'' she accused him heatedly. "Trying to make me think you're nothing but a coldblooded killer."

"That's exactly what I am, Megan." There was no sense in hiding the truth. "Accept that now. You read the reports; you saw the truth of me. I kill. I track down my prey, and I use whatever means necessary to kill them quickly and effectively. They have no worth in my eyes. Understand this now. It's a life you will have to share with me. One you will have to learn to live within. You are my mate. My fight has now become yours."

Surprise burned in her expression, just as excitement flowed from her.

"This Mating c.r.a.p has rotted your brain, Braden." She deliberately provoked him. He noticed she attempted to do that a lot. One day, he would have to cure her of that habit. Maybe. "I don't have to do anything. I do as I please. What's between us won't change that."

She stared back at him defiantly. That defiance made him want to take her down. To show her exactly who was the stronger, who controlled. She belonged to him and she d.a.m.ned well better get used to it.

"You will follow, Megan. I lead." That description was beginning to grate on his nerves and it was time to put a halt to it.