Cat's Lair (44 page)

Her lashes swept down, veiling the look in her eyes, but her face was pale. “I can’t breathe right now.”

His heart stuttered. He reached out to touch her but she drew back, shaking her head. “Kitten. Let me help you.”

She shook her head. “I can’t breathe. I just can’t.”

His heart broke for her.

Abruptly, Catarina stood, a fluid, easy movement, all cat. She pulled the shirt over her head and flung it onto the chair even as she leapt off the porch into the rain. She was fast. He was faster. She ran, naked, shifting on the run just as Eli had taught her. A thing of beauty. A creature who had come into her own. She was running on bare feet one moment and on four paws the next.

He shifted with her, keeping pace just behind her, the larger male protective, but staying back to let her work it out in her mind. Eli knew she had submerged herself in the little female. She needed time to process what he’d told her. He wished she would have flung herself into his arms and clung to him, but whatever she needed, including space, he would provide. He didn’t have to like it, but he’d do it.

The rain slid off her fur, feeling like thousands of fingers brushing over her thick coat. Catarina sank deep inside her leopard, just allowing sensations to penetrate. Her little female was happy to run free, to give her human time to process. She ran to protect Catarina from the overwhelming grief and fear. Catarina could feel her leopard’s determination to surround her and keep her safe from everything and everyone – including the large male prowling behind them.

It’s
all
right,
Cat whispered to her leopard.
He’s
giving
me
time.
He
knows
I
need
this.
He’s
just
making
certain
we’re
safe.

He was. She knew she was right. Eli wasn’t trying to pressure her into spilling everything she knew about Rafe. Why then, was she so reluctant to help others destroy him? He’d just killed three innocent human beings who knew absolutely nothing about her whereabouts. He’d tortured them, and he’d kill others to find her. Bernard and Jase had nothing really to do with her. They’d exchanged a few words. But David… She wanted to scream with anguish.

What was wrong with her that she didn’t leap on the chance to help Jake and Eli? She had to know why, because something was wrong with her that she couldn’t turn completely on Rafe when she knew nothing – no one – could save him.

She ran in the rain, listening to the sounds of the drops hitting the leaves and the ground. There was a rhythm there that soothed her. Even within her leopard, holding herself still as she waited for her heart to slow and her eyes to quit burning, the rain reached her and calmed her.

Rafe had no one else. No one to love him. No one to care whether he was alive or dead. No one loyal to him, not without his money and fear of him. He was alone. She had felt the weight of that since she was a child. She’d tried so hard to get him to care for her. Nothing had worked – at least she hadn’t thought that it did, not when she was a child and needed someone to care about her.

Her leopard cleared a large tree trunk down across the path. Smoothly. Easily. Landing lightly without a sound. Eli had taught her how to move through the heavy brush silently, stealthily, pulling in every bit of information her surroundings could give her. He wanted her to have every advantage. He’d prepared her. He hadn’t thumped his chest and told her to stay in the safe house, instead, he’d been tough on her. Conditioning with her, running every day, teaching her martial arts. Shooting with her on the range. Using weapons. Climbing boulders.

Her training hadn’t stopped there. He worked with her on shifting fast. Shifting on the run. Disposing of her clothes in record time practically as she shifted, so she had every advantage. He’d made her practice over and over, hundreds of times until she was absolutely smooth and fast at it.

Still there was more. His male had taught her female how to maneuver, to get under her opponent, to avoid the stranglehold of his teeth. How to use her claws to her advantage, to turn in midair and to land in a defensive or offensive position.

Eli had cared enough to prepare her. Still, when he reluctantly told her Jake and he could bring Rafe down with her help, she’d felt sick inside. Part of it, she conceded, was that Eli had tried to force her to help them when he worked for the DEA. A tiny, tiny part of her was afraid he’d set her up again. She knew better. Deep down, she did. She knew better. But the nagging little monster that told her men like Eli couldn’t possibly love her had reared its ugly head.

Still, all that aside, and that was clearly her own sad little issue, why was it that she felt the need to protect Rafe? He was a killer. He needed to be brought to justice. Every minute he was loose in the world, innocent people could be killed just for his pleasure. His enjoyment. He liked to hunt them. He liked to kill. He would come back from his trips to the swamp almost euphoric.

And he hadn’t been the only one. She knew, even if Eli and Jake managed to kill Rafe, there were at least three more men under him who hunted victims let loose in the swamp with him. Women mostly, but occasionally someone who double-crossed Rafe.

My
little
leopard,
can
I
just
stay
here,
tucked
into
the
safety
of
your
protection,
and
never
come
out
again?
 

If she could have, she would have put her hand on the animal and just held on. She needed something to hold on to. Someone to hold on to. To steady her. To tell her it was okay to the do the right thing and stop Rafe. That she wouldn’t be abandoning him as she’d felt so abandoned.

Her throat ached. Her eyes burned. The little leopard faltered. Stopped. Stood, head down in the middle of the path, shaking. The rain continued to pour down. At once the male moved close, rubbing his fur along the female’s side. Nuzzling her. Chuffing softly in inquiry. He extended his neck, chin on top of her head protectively.

Rafe had killed David Belmont, because of her. She’d liked David a lot. He owned his own coffee-house and was proud of it. He was funny and smart, and he’d taken a chance on her. She liked Bernard as well. He wrote great poetry and lived in a fantasy world, another era, but still, he was a unique and wonderful man and he didn’t deserve to die at the hands of a madman. She didn’t know Jase, only that once he’d drunkenly made a pass at her and displayed incredibly bad judgment. Eli had taken care of the situation and that should have been the end of it. The man probably didn’t even know her last name, and he certainly hadn’t deserved to die just because he’d crossed paths with her.

If she didn’t help Jake and Eli bring Rafe’s business down, someone else would take his place. They wouldn’t hunt in the swamp, but they killed in their own ways, by running drugs, and arms. By beating up and cheating the prostitutes who worked for them. Or giving the women to men like Rafe who murdered them.

She had no choice. There was no other choice. Her heart ached and she felt guilty, but even if she was silly enough to think she could help Rafe by going back to him, she knew she couldn’t. He was too far gone. Whatever had happened to him in his childhood, whatever had transformed him into a monster had a hold of him and wouldn’t let him go. She couldn’t save him. Sacrificing her happiness and Eli’s wouldn’t solve anything at all.

She shifted on the path, needing Eli’s arms around her. Needing the solid weight of his body surrounding hers. She didn’t try to stand, the heavy male’s head still was over hers, but she felt no fear. His fur was slick with rain, but soft and comforting against her bare skin.

Then Eli was there, his body wrapped around hers. His chest was over her back and his breath was warm on the nape of her neck. One arm slid around her waist.

“What is it, Kitten?” he asked softly. “Tell me what you need.”

Tell
me
what
you
need.
His voice was there to steady her. A soft whisper of truth. All she had to do was say it, want it, wish for it, and Eli moved heaven and earth to provide it for her.

“You. I need you, Eli,” she answered, staring out into the trees, into the dark. She should have been afraid, on her hands and knees there in the rain, out in the open on a narrow path, with lightning forking in the distance and thunder rolling loudly. She should have been cold, but she wasn’t.

His hands answered her. His palms stroked her breasts, cupped them, fingers finding her nipples to roll and tug until fire streaked to her tight sheath. The sensation was incredible with the cool of the rain and sudden heat of her body.

His mouth whispered over her back, down her spine in little kisses. His tongue lapped at the droplets, until he found the dimples just above the curve of her buttocks.

“Right here, baby. We need to get that tattoo. It’s killing me. I can look at you, you belonging to me, whenever I take you like this.”

She turned her head then, her gaze burning into his. “You really want me to get a tattoo?” She watched him closely.

“Only if you want one.” His eyes held hers for a moment before he dropped his head to follow a little stream of rain along the slope of one firm cheek.

His tongue felt like hot velvet. He lapped at her, pushed at the insides of her thighs to force them wider so he could dip his head and taste her. Not just taste her. Eli never just tasted her. He devoured her. He became ravenous with the first dip of his tongue, and the sounds he made were those of a predatory animal, claiming his share of the food supply and declaring to the world he’d fight to the death for it.

His hands moved over her body possessively, strong. So strong. She loved that about him, the enormous strength she felt each time he touched her. She could count on it. She needed that right now. He stroked her, kneaded and massaged, all the while his clever mouth, his tongue and teeth coaxed more and more honey from her.

When she was panting, and her mewling cries filled the air, he suddenly dragged her hips back into him, slamming his cock into her fiercely, forcing his way through her tight delicate folds to bury himself deep. The breath slammed out of her lungs and her soft cry mingled with his harsher one.

“Don’t stop. Please, Eli. I need you.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. He surged into her over and over so hard the only thing keeping her up was his arm, a tight band around her waist. He pounded into her, the friction exquisite, as the rain bathed them in cool drops, nearly hissing on their hot skin. She felt alive. She felt loved. She knew exactly where she belonged and to whom. Eli was her man, and she loved being his woman. She loved that she asked him to take her in the middle of the path and he hadn’t even hesitated.

She knelt in grass, but the water was a good inch around her knees and legs and Eli hadn’t cared. His body was a fierce machine, streaking fire through her. Flames raced up her skin. Electricity arced from his skin to hers. The sensations just built, one on the next. He never stopped, a relentless force driving her up higher and higher until she knew in another moment she would fly apart, shatter into a million pieces.

It didn’t matter, because Eli would find every single broken piece of her and put her back together again. Her breath hissed out of her lungs. She needed to fly. Wanted it. Reached for it.

“Not yet, baby. This time with me.” He wasn’t done. He kept going, forcing her to go with him.

“I don’t think I can wait,” she gasped, her voice a half plea.

But she would. She would wait. She would do as he demanded because he was Eli and she loved him. She loved that he was taking her on a wild, crazy ride she could barely comprehend. It was Eli and it didn’t matter that the pleasure threatened to kill her, she would do whatever he wanted, including getting his tattoo for him. Because she loved pleasing him and he moved heaven and earth to give her anything she wanted.

Her breath came in short ragged sobs and the tension coiled tighter and tighter until she thought she might really go insane with the need to explode. She clenched her teeth, using every ounce of discipline and self-control she had to hold back the orgasm that was so close, threatening to roar through her. Her body shook with the effort.

Eli reached around and caught her nipple between his thumb and finger, clamping down so that the pleasure streaked to her clit at the same time his cock bore down while he thrust deep.

“Now, baby,” he commanded softly. “This time with me. Together. Fly with me.”

His voice was hoarse, insistent, triggering the massive quake in her body. It rolled through her so hard even her stomach spasmed. There wasn’t a single cell in her body that didn’t feel the strength of the tidal wave as it ripped through her. She opened her mouth to scream her pleasure, but even her throat convulsed.

Her body flew apart, not her own, but he was there, surrounding her, holding her close to him, his breath warm on her back, his lips against the snug place where he wanted the tattoo. He nuzzled her with his rough, shadowed jaw.

“You better, Kitten? Need more? Because I can do more.”

She took a breath. She needed more from him. Not sex. Not making love, and he
had
made love to her, as rough and as aggressive as he was, she felt it.

“Tell me, baby. Don’t ever be afraid to ask me for anything you need,” he whispered. His teeth nipped the nape of her neck. His tongue followed, easing the slight ache.

“Hold me for a minute, Eli. I want you to hold me while I tell you this. And don’t ask me to look at you. I know you prefer that, my eyes on yours, but I can’t do that, not when I tell you this. It… shames me.”