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Authors: J.D. Tyler

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“It started after that.”
“Yes, probably before I was even aware of it.”
“Are there times when the symptoms seem worse than others?”
There wasn’t going to be any way around telling her the truth. Not when it related to his own questions. Damn it. “Definitely,” he said with a sigh. “It got a helluva lot worse after we went on a walk this morning and I kissed her. And then . . .”
“Don’t leave anything out, Jax. It could be important,” she urged.
He cleared his throat. “And since we made love, it’s gotten to be damned near unbearable.”
She blinked at him and then blew out a breath. “You sure didn’t waste any time.”
He fought down a surge of embarrassment. “That’s another thing—I
had
to be with her. To—to
mate
with her, I guess is the right word, and it couldn’t happen fast enough. I wanted to sink my teeth into her neck, Melina, to taste her blood! I didn’t, though, and the need to take her again and follow through this time is driving me insane! What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Jax,” she said gently. “What you’ve described is exactly what Terry went through before he took me as his mate. Once he bit me during sex, the symptoms disappeared.”
“Oh, God.” He closed his eyes, slumping in his chair. This was what he’d been afraid of, the very thing he dreaded.
“There’s something else.”
He shuddered to imagine. “What?” Opening his eyes, he took in her grim expression.
“Once he mated with me, he was never able to become aroused by another female. It was physical, as though the mating rendered him incapable.”
“But . . . Christ, you mean it’s irreversible? And we have no say in who we’re mated with? That fate or genes or whatever the hell decides for us? That’s totally screwed up!”
She studied him for a long moment before answering. “I think that’s the negative way to view it. I prefer to believe that shifters will experience these symptoms when they meet the one who’s perfectly suited to them. The one who completes them in every way.”
“Like you and Terry?” he blurted.
“Well, almost perfectly. He bit me, but I never turned into a shifter. He felt a bond with me that he claimed was like a slim golden thread, but I never felt it with him. I’m not sure we were true Bondmates, but we were happy.”
A stab of remorse went through his gut like a bayonet.
Happy until I fell for a whore who led us all into a trap and got your husband murdered. And then I had the ability to bend time, change what happened, and failed to use it.
That last fact was his greatest shame. His horror to bear.
But Melina had never blamed anyone. Not even Jax.
“Do you think Kira is my Bondmate?” he managed.
“Only one way to know for sure.”
“Bite her.”
“Yes. However, if you do and she’s not your mate, you still run the risk of turning her into a shifter. You’d have to make certain it’s what she wants either way.”
He swiped a hand down his face in aggravation. “What a nightmare. And if I don’t?”
“You might recall that Terry got really sick before he finally gave in and took the plunge, so to speak. His powers were almost drained and he was so ill he almost waited too late to bite me.”
“Are you saying he nearly died?”
“No, but as a doctor who saw his rapid decline, I fully believe he would have if he’d waited a few more days. And you should know that once he mated with me, his abilities vanished for weeks. They did come back eventually, but we didn’t know if they would.”
Jax hadn’t known that. He doubted the others did, either. The news was unwelcome and quite frightening. He didn’t want fate, genetics, or anything else picking his mate. Fuck, he didn’t want a mate at all!
“I need time to process this,” he said. “You’ve answered my questions.”
“And you answered mine.” She stood at the same time he did and rounded her desk, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Take some ibuprofen for your sore throat. Would you like a sample of Benadryl capsules for the itching? I don’t know that it will help much, if any, but it’s worth a try.”
“I’d take anything to get rid of it,” he muttered, scratching his stomach.
“I know,” she said in sympathy. “It’ll all work out. You’ll see.”
“I’m not sure about that, but I appreciate the pep talk, short and sweet as it was.”
A trace of humor lightened the starkness of her features. “Anytime.”
After she fetched a bottle of the medicine, he told her good-bye and headed out, scanning the reception area for Kira. Of course she’d been waiting for her new buddy earlier—the one who looked like a frigging otherworldly runway model—and was now long gone.
And that made him seriously want to kick some faery ass.
 
Kira was sitting at one of the big oak tables in the dining room, eating lunch and talking with Mackenzie and Sariel when Jax stalked in, looking hotter than sin and loaded for bear. His steely gaze immediately focused on the Fae prince sitting next to her and narrowed, and he made a beeline straight for them, situating himself in a chair next to Mac and across from Kira.
“Mind if I join you guys?” His tone said he didn’t care whether they did or not. Spying the sandwiches and chips served family style in the middle of the table, he grabbed a paper plate from the stack and began filling it.
“Only if you can put up with a nosy busybody like me,” she lobbed back.
“Hey, I tried to apologize for that.” He stuffed a bite of sandwich in his mouth as her companions looked on with great interest.
“Maybe not hard enough.”
Setting the sandwich on his plate, he looked at her earnestly, ignoring their audience. “Listen, I
am
sorry. I was only concerned about you putting yourself in a dangerous situation again. If you say you won’t, then I believe you.”
He sounded sincere, and his gaze held hers, steady and serious. And it had never been in her nature to hold on to irritation for long. “Then I accept your apology. For the record, I’ll try not to trespass or do anything else to put myself in harm’s way.”
“That’s all I can ask.”
As they ate, she mused over why he’d gotten so angry in his room. Why he seemed to care about her welfare more than a virtual stranger should. Because while there was a definite connection of some sort between them, and she liked his friends more and more with every minute, that’s what they were—strangers.
Nobody’s but mine.
His words returned with the force of a punch, and she choked on a sip of her soda. Waving away their concern, she grabbed a napkin and pressed it over her mouth as she coughed, eyes watering. Sariel patted her on the back, and nobody at the table missed the deep-throated growl of warning that rumbled in Jax’s chest when he did.
The two males locked eyes and Sariel’s hand froze. Kira’s heart did a sharp jerk at the very real threat on Jax’s face. One lip curled up to reveal a lengthening fang and his entire body was suddenly tense as a bowstring, ready to leap across the table and tear out the other male’s throat. Anger smoldered, reached out like smoke to curl around them all, especially the Seelie.
She’d seen Jax cut through two human thugs like they were chew toys, but could he win a fight against a faery? Sariel’s strong, firm voice broke the silence, and all eyes in the room riveted on the scene. Unknowingly, he answered her fearful question.
“Stand down, wolf. I have no designs upon your female, and trust me when I say that you have no wish to do battle with a nine-thousand-year-old Seelie.”
Holy shit!
At another table, a couple of the guys murmured to each other in surprise. Zander and Aric stood, ready to intervene if necessary.
Wait a minute—
your female
?
“Take your hand off her,” Jax advised, each syllable enunciated with barely contained rage.
“I will, after you are calm.” The prince’s expression was now every bit as forbidding as the other man’s. He might be pretty, but he was definitely no pushover.
“I’ll rip off your fucking arm and beat you with it.” Jax started to rise.
“Before you can, I’ll turn you into a slug.”
“Nice,” said Aric with a chuckle.
Jax paused. “That’s cheating.”
The prince shrugged. “Whatever works. As you are the one threatening me, I reserve the right to end the conflict, preferably without bloodshed.”
The Fae male was so self-assured, no one in the dining room appeared to doubt he could do exactly what he claimed. Kira’s attention was fixed on her onetime lover, all the spit drying in her throat. Jax stilled, his expression cold as ice, the planes and angles of his face taking on sharper definition. Before her eyes, beast and man waged war over which would rule, neither of them wanting to avoid bloodshed at all, yet knowing they must back down.
How could this deadly predator be the same man who’d taken her to the heights of pleasure just hours ago? His struggle for control was scary as hell, but not nearly as frightening as what he said next, his throaty voice low and gravelly.
“Can you bend the very fabric of time, Prince?”
“Jax, don’t.” Zan quickly closed the distance between him and his friend and tugged his arm.
The prince frowned. “Such a thing is impossible, even for the Fae.”
“Not for me.” Ignoring Zan, he gave a humorless laugh. “I’m a Timebender, and my teeth would rip into your fine neck before you even realized I was no longer in the same place as before.”
Sariel read the truth in the wolf’s statement and his face paled, if that was even possible. “By the gods,” he murmured, shaking his head. “Now,
that’s
cheating, in its finest form.”
“Whatever works.”
For some reason, having his boastful words tossed back at him made Sariel laugh. A genuine hearty sound that shattered the dangerous tension in the room and had Jax’s friends exhaling heartfelt sighs of relief. Including Kira, though she wasn’t yet sure she counted as a friend.
“I like you, wolf.” Pointedly, he removed his hand from Kira’s back. “Perhaps one day you’ll unleash that particular talent upon my sire.”
The other man relaxed, his canines receding along with his anger. “Now, that’s a war I’ll look forward to winning.”
For her part, she failed to find any part of the exchange the least bit humorous. Why did males of any species feel the frequent need to whip out their dicks and compare sizes?
She wasn’t sure how she felt about being fought over like a steak bone, either. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so embarrassing minus the roomful of gawking people.
“Well, that was fun,” she said stiffly, glaring at Jax. “Next time why don’t you hike your leg on me like I’m a frigging tree?”
Pushing away from the table, she made herself scarce, dumping the remains of her lunch on the way out.
Behind her, Zan said, presumably to Jax, “Way to go, dumbass.”
She couldn’t agree more.
Nine
 
M
orose, Jaxon stared out the window of the SUV and cursed himself for the zillionth time for how badly he’d handled the confrontation with Sariel. It was his own stupid fault. Now his team thought he was losing his damned mind, and worse, he’d pissed off Kira.
From the driver’s seat, Ryon nudged him. “Dude, quit scratching.”
“I’m trying,” he hissed. “Melina gave me some medicine, but the crap’s not helping.”
“You got fleas?” Aric, the smartass.
“Boy’s got a bad case of
somethin
’,” Zan said from the back, a smirk in his tone. “Could it be an itch for a tasty little blonde?”
Aric snickered. “A tasty little blonde who was eating up our boy with those big baby blues, just about as much as his were doing to her.”
His wolf snarled inside. “Shut up. You fucktards have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure we don’t. That’s why her scent all over you is about to gag us,” Aric said.
They all busted up laughing, even Hammer, sufficiently blowing off his heated denial. They knew him too well, which made living with his best buds in such close quarters a big pain in the ass sometimes. But paybacks were hell. He’d return the favor someday as each one of these jerks found their—
No. Kira was
not
his mate. Just because Terry had gone through the exact same symptoms before mating Melina . . . symptoms that were eased only by giving in to his primal urges.
Oh, Christ, I am so screwed.
Hammer changed the subject. “Who’s got the photos of the four victims? Want to take another look.”
Jaxon passed them back and the team took another look at the crime scene pics Nick had been sent courtesy of Sheriff Deveraux. The simple act of touching the paper the photos were printed on gave him chills. Nick had reluctantly asked Jax to do a reading on the bodies, which were now with Melina and her team, and Jax was damned glad to be able to put off the task until tomorrow.

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