Hiss

Kassanna

Hiss Copyright May 2013, Kassanna Cover art by Mina Carter May 2013 Formatting by Bob Houston eBook Formatting ISBN: 978-1-939151-44-5 This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. Sugar and Spice Press North Carolina, USA www.sugarnspicepress.com

Chapter One
Jamison tossed back the shot of vodka and slammed the empty glass on the tables scratched surface. He studied the other council members with disdain. With a cocked brow, Loubel met his gaze, challenge burning in his eyes. The other Betaille representatives smirked. When he shifted his attention to his comrades, Jac and Rolo, they averted their eyes. Scattered across the table before him were the documents that would cement the arrangements between the Volkshire and Betaille clans. Rolo picked up the document in question, crumpled the sheet and Armand, the Wolverine Alpha, growled. The Coyote was in Heinrichs pocket and Jamison knew it. Not that he had any proof, but arguing with the arrogant asshole was making it a long night of disputing every point in the pact. The slow rotations of the ceiling fan did nothing to lessen the heat or cool the explosive tempers. Some kind soul had thrown the doors to the community center open. With no breeze the humid air was stifling and sweat had Jamisons shirt clinging to his torso. He opened his mouth to make a point but snapped it shut when footsteps pounded across the wooden floor. Her scent reached him first. He glanced up and was taken aback once again by Marrees beauty. Shed matured into a beautiful woman since hed last seen her. She wore scrubs and a lab coat that hid her shapely figure but he had intimate knowledge of every curve and indentation on her form. Shed cut her hair, the waist-length ebony tresses gone, only to be replaced by a closely cropped cut of deep blonde body waves. The style set off her mahogany complexion. With bow shaped lips and high cheek bones, Marree had always been striking but when she looked at you through those pale green eyes, even he could admit he could get lost in their depths. In her hand she held two bags with large grease stains at the bottom and clutching her pant leg was Karma, the little girl no one had told him shed given birth to. There was something different about Marree now, a confidence shed lacked before. She met his stare then turned her head, addressing everyone at the table. Sint figured you fellas would be hungry by now so I was sent on a mission of utmost importance to deliver food. I brought shrimp poboys. She dropped the bags on the only spot available on the table not covered in sheets of paper. Enjoy your dinner. Marree gripped her daughters hand, spun on her heel, and sashayed down the aisle toward the front door. Like a bright light cutting a swath through the darkness, it dawned on him. Shed gained selfassurance. Marree was no longer the meek girl who had yet to come into her own. Jamison snorted. Hell no, shed already arrived and he had missed it. There was still the little matter of the bomb Sint had dropped on him the day before. That old viper had alluded that Karma was his. He watched Marree and her child as they exited the building. The little girl would be about the right age. Originally, he thought she was living with some human and had no idea shed left Texas. And when he was appointed Alpha of his clutch, with so much shit going wrong and falling to him to fix, he couldnt go after her. Karma was three, maybe four, if he was guessing right. Of course Marree was avoiding him now, conveniently disappearing while everyone was caught up in the fight happening between Etienne and that wolf, Eivan. Jamisons chair scraped the floor as he pushed his seat back. Now was as good a time as any to corner Marree about Karma. Loubel snapped his head up and stared at him through narrowed eyes as he excused himself and followed behind her. She was placing the child in a car seat in the back of her ride and swung around when his steps crunched the gravel. Marree pursed her lips. Dont you have important business to handle, Jami? Pleasure stole through him. Marree addressed him by the pet name shed given him. He stared at her pointedly, searching for answers. Those intimidation tactics dont work on me anymore, snake. She twisted around and slammed

the back door, moving toward the front one without a second glance at him. Snake? Youve forgotten your heritage so quickly, Marree? Youre not human no matter how hard you try to pretend. Jamison kept his tone calm, tamping down the anger threatening to choke him. I dont have to pretend as you put it, Alpha. We dont know what I am. I cant shift and honestly have no desire to try anymore so what does that make me? I mean you made it clear Im only good for one thing and frankly Im nobodys whore. She snatched at the handle, wrenching the door open. Within a few steps he was at her side. Jamison wrapped his hand around her wrist and yanked her in front of him. What the fuck does that mean? Her sugary scent permeated his senses. His beast reared its head, slithering back and forth in his mind. The animal in him demanded she be claimed. He softened his hold on her arms. It means youre an asshole. Marree twisted her hand from his grip and stepped closer, her nose touching his chest. She raised her chin. I dont care that you had to come here. Hell, Ive been looking over my shoulder half expecting you to show up since the day I stepped foot in Betaille. Its a huge relief to know you came to Betaille for reasons that had nothing to do with me. So lets leave everything the way it is and continue to act like we dont even acknowledge the fact the other exists. She eased out of his personal space. Is she mine, Marree? The dam hed built to contain his anger was developing leaks. His fangs lengthened, crowding his mouth. Karma is my child. Her father was nothing more than a sperm donor. She wouldnt look at him. He bumped into her and forced her to walk backward. Marree stumbled and fell against the door. It gave under her weight and banged shut. Jamison pinned her against the metal with his body. Flush against him, he could feel the erratic beat of her heart. His dick hardened and he pressed his erection against her thigh. Do not play games with me, Marree. I will find out one way or another. She swallowed. I already tol Everything alright, Marree? Loubel appeared by the grill of the vehicle. A low hiss escaped Jamison. He stepped away from Marree, placing his body between her and Loubel. This has nothing to do with you, viper. With his snake so close to the surface, his voice was a rusty grate. But it has everything to do with me. Marree and Karma are part of my clutch and as their Alpha, it is my duty to protect them from any enemy. Loubel stalked around the bumper. Council or notif you make this personal, I will kill you. He opened his mouth to expose his fangs. A drop of venom fell from the tip. Jamison chuckled. Are you done? As entertaining as it is to watch you play at being a man, let alone an Alpha, run along now. I have business with Marree. Im trying to save you the embarrassment of getting your ass kicked, little viper. One bite, motherfucker. Loubel took a few steps. Marree slid between them. Stop it! she yelled. Jamison reared back and studied her. Have you lost your damn mind? You dont get between two snakes. She ignored him. Loubel, Im fine. I was having a chat with an old friend. She grinned wide. It was interesting catching up but we are done now. Thanks. She spun around and stared at Jamison. Carefully she pulled a syringe from the pocket of her lab coat. Listen up, I may not be able to shift but I carry my own brand of poison so if you come at me again I will put your ass to sleep, and I use that term loosely. She dropped the hypodermic back in her pocket and slipped past him. He stared at her as she opened the door and climbed into her SUV. The truck rumbled to life and with a nod she backed up. Jamison watched the auto jerk forward, and waited until her taillights

disappeared down the road. He rounded on Loubel. If you ever get between me and mine again youll be gathering dust on my feet as a new pair of boots. There wont be another warning. He stalked toward the entrance of the community center, ignoring the threats Loubel yelled at his back. **** Marree checked her rear-view mirror. Shed left the two most important men in her life with their mouths agape, staring after her. Sad thing was one man didnt know how much she still cared for him regardless of his total disregard for her feelings. The other had protected her, keeping her sane and safe at the lowest point in her life. Yet she only felt a sisterly love for Loubel. Jamison hadnt wanted her five years ago but hed given her the greatest gift a man could give a woman. She viewed her daughter in the mirror. The child dozed in her seat. She studied her little girl briefly. Her dusty blonde hair was streaked green at the roots. If you really looked closely you would see her resemblance to her father. Not that anybody questioned her when she showed up on Sints doorstep three months pregnant and homeless. The people of Betaille embraced her and surrounded her with an impenetrable wall that kept everyone else out. Loubel was especially attentive, publically claiming her as part of his clan and offering her shelter. It was his clutch that paid for her to finish veterinary school. Strangely, not once did he ever try and assert himself on her. But each and every time she needed him he was right there, whether it was to hold her during a particularly rough spell or with fangs drawn to protect her. Something must be wrong with her because anybody in their right mind would have forgotten the man whod abandoned her and made a life with the other who always came through for her. She giggled. The look on Jamisons face was priceless when she threatened to kill him. Two weeks max, all she had to do was stay away from Jamison for fourteen days and then he would be gone. That shouldnt be too hard. He was there on council business. If she could stay out of his sight she would easily drop off his radar. He finally had everything hed ever dreamed off, Alpha of his clutch and a position on the shifter board. She sighed. If only she had been able to keep Sint out of her business. Once again the woman sunk her teeth into a project and was bent on making Jamison pay for any perceived wrongs. She and that old woman were going to have to have a long talk. Maybe she could get Percel or Mais to talk some sense into the woman, too. Marree turned onto the two lane highway that would take her into Cailou. The vehicle ate up the miles, putting a much needed distance between her and Jamison. Damn if that shifter hadnt filled out since she last saw him. When they met they were children and developed a friendship. As they grew older and moved on to college, their relationship deepened. Adulthood was new to them both and Jamison had been the only man shed ever been with. Was still the only man she wanted. His woodsy scent tickled her nose from the moment theyd met. As the years passed she came to understand what that meant. Had she been smart she should have run from him the day his smell elicited more than feeling of happiness. Back then he was slim as a reed with a head full of dirty blond hair highlighted with lime green strands. People thought he colored his hair. They had no clue it grew out that way. How many times had she mercilessly teased him about his lack of muscles? Goddess, but she couldnt say that now. She could just make out the definition in his form the way his dress shirt hung from his broad shoulders. His sleeves were pushed up his forearms to expose thick, sinewy muscles. She bit her lip, jealousy coursing through her as she wondered who it was he chosen to get fit for. When had he shaved his head? After catching a glimpse of him at Etiennes mating party she had to do a double take and stuff her hands in her jeans pockets before she made a fool of herself by trying to slide her palms across the

crown of his head. Did he still have the tattoo of a flying snake on his back? Shed designed that for him for his birthday one year. Maybe she could get another vet to cover her office hours in Betaille? When it came to Jamison she simply couldnt trust herself. Mama. Karma sweet voice pulled her from her musings. Yes, baby girl? Marree divided her attention between her daughter and the road. You forget to feed me. I did not. Were ate chicken nuggets on our way to see Uncle Percel. Karma giggled. When we get home, youre gonna get a nice warm bath and we are going to read your favorite story then it will be bed time. I bet you have the sweetest dreams. Kay, Mommy? She pulled a toy from the side pocket of her car seat. Yes? Who was the big man with no hair? Marree exhaled. An old friend. The wheels on her SUV spun in the gravel, kicking rocks up into the undercarriage of her truck when she turned onto the access road that led to her home. Goddess but she hoped she could maintain the lie until he left.

Chapter Two
The petite stripper swung around the pole with the finesse of acrobat. She sank low, brushing her ass on the surface of the stage, and ended her set in a split at the base of the metal rod. Some of Kieles men rose from their seat whistling and waving dollar bills. Kiele ignored the buzz in her jeans pocket and sucked in a lungful of smoke from her clove cigarette. The tip flared red and the faint sizzle filled the tiny gap between stanzas. The glossy wood paneled walls changed from red to yellow to purple as the strobe lights flashed and the music shifted from sultry rhythm and blues to technopop. Another dancer pushed through the heavy red velvet curtain, sending the flaps fluttering, and strutted across the stage to the beat of a synthetic keyboard. The performer stopped in front of their cluster of tables at the edge of the platform and dropped low, giving everyone a good look at her cleavage as she popped each hook and eye in her top. Roar, the newest member of her squad, leaned forward pumping a fist full of money at the dancer as she ripped off her corset. The chick blew him a kiss, spun on her heels and made her ass shake as she backed up. Kiele snorted. Roar was giving that woman most of his paycheck if she wasnt mistaken. If he knew what she did, hed keep his funds in his pocket. Some pussy just wasnt worth it. But he was young and she was jaded. After a few months on her squad, he would be too. Goddess, to be his age again, young, dumb and full of come. She sighed, picked up her glass and tossed back the amber liquor. Tomorrow was another day and with the sunrise would come new assignments. If she was ever given a chance to go home, she would snap it up. But the shady bastards who controlled her and her group had her by the short hairs. No matter the cost, she would not put her family in jeopardy. She raised her glass at the waitress and dropped it on the table when the server acknowledged her. But her boy was growing and he was already showing signs he had that rare quality to lead. While on a mission that put her close to Betaille shed watched him from afar. She knew shed done the right thing by walking away. Her secrets stayed with her and everyone involved stayed safe. The server slid a drink in front of her, giving her a slow wink when she raised her head to meet the womans stare. Kiele threw a couple hundred dollar bills on her tray. Keep them coming and make sure my guys dont go dry. With a wide grin the attendant picked up the money and stuffed it down her bra. Let me know if you theres anything else I can do for you. She leaned in, her breath floated over the shell of Kieles ear. And I will do whatever you can come up with. Kiele leaned back in her seat and looked the server up and down slowly. In the dim light she realized their waitress wasnt a woman, just a girl playing at one. She had on the clothes and the makeup but she lacked the hardness of a seasoned ho. Given the chance, the beasts she kept a tight leash on would eat the teen alive. Sorry babe, youre not my type. A word of advice though, be careful who you proposition. Some of us can be real animals. Kiele waved her hand to shoo the waitress away. Her second in command, Deuce, grabbed the girl by the wrist. Wait. He gave her a once over before meeting Kieles gaze. Shes doable. I mean it may take a little training but on the black market I could get a decent price for her. Dye her hair blonde and we could make a sweet profit. Those third world country fuckers love yellow hair. The servers eyes widened and she swiveled, trying to escape his embrace. Cut her loose, Deuce, before you earn us unwanted attention. Kiele placed her elbows on the scarred imitation-wood table and stared unblinkingly at the lion. No need to get annoyed. I mean seriously, that would be some seriously nice cash. He snapped his

jaws at the server before tossing more money on her tray. Just so there is no misunderstandinglike the lady said, keep em coming. And dont speak or even try to garner the attention of my men. With a shaky nod, the girl whirled around, sending her short skirt flying up to reveal her thong, and trotted off. Kiele rolled her eyes and pulled her cig from her mouth. Really Deuce, slave trading and a threat? Oh yeah, Le. Intimidation is my middle name. And what I did was a public service. I probably saved that girls life. Hell, I deserve a medal. Seriously? Kiele shook her head. I wonder about you sometimes. All jokes aside, you know wed be good together, Le. Gone was the jovial camaraderie. Deuces voice dropped to a seductive growl and his demeanor was quickly replaced by the take no prisoners attitude he took into every job. He reached out to stroke her bangs. His eyes shifted and for a brief moment she thought she saw his beast ripple through his body. She crushed the cigarette in the ashtray and smiled. Youre a big cat and Im a Boar, babe. In nature you would try and eat me. Not in the good way, I might add. Her pocket vibrated again. Saved by the cell. She yanked the phone free and held it up. Business calls. Kiele rose from the table. Make sure the fellas behave themselves. She sauntered toward the exit, sliding her finger across the screen as she stepped into the cool night air. Babin. We have a job for you. The raspy voice of her handler slinked through the line. Hate wasnt a strong enough word to describe her feeling toward the bastards that tried to take everything from her. Her beast rooted through her mind and she clamped down on her emotions. What else is new? She kept her tone dry. Your contact is Heinrich Himmel. He has youre target information and can be reached at Shifter Council Headquarters. She didnt miss the sneer in his tone. Youre expected now. Ill get my crew ready. No squad. This is a solo mission. When the job is complete, you report to Heinrich and wait to be contacted with further instructions. Fine. She squashed the uneasiness slinking down her spine. It felt like a set-up and Goddess knew shed done enough of them in her time as team leader. Kiele glanced behind her at the squat building with the little neon sign. Surrounded by desert, the tiny bar was a haven for criminals, mercenaries and anyone else who didnt quite fit in with conventional society. She knew better than to question what her squad would do. Deuce would get the next call with the teams assignments. She dropped her head back and stared at the sky. Her way of life could drain a person, always looking over your shoulder waiting for the proverbial knife to get buried between your shoulder blades. Out in the middle of nowhere the stars were always bright. Knowing it was the same heavens that her family sometimes gazed at gave her comfort. She swiped a hand down her face. Perhaps her time had finally come. Its not like she always followed orders anyway. By now, someone must be getting tired of watching her. She walked over to her sports car and eased behind the wheel. Regardless of her feelings, it was time to take care of her business and find out who her target was. Maybe after this job she might get a little blessed peace or at least a vacation. She pressed the start button and the engine purred to life. Easing up on the clutch as she pressed down on the gas, her car soundlessly slid forward. Someone fucked up and it was time to pay the piper. Shed be the one to collect their dues. **** Jamison drifted outside and stared at the reflection of the full moon on the inlet. With tempers flaring, hed called the meeting to an end and told everyone to come back the following evening. He should head to the temporary home Percel set up but he was too restless to sleep. Instead hed sat on

the side deck contemplating what a bitch karma could be, and he wasnt referring to the little girl who might be his child, either. No matter what, the committee would come to an agreement tomorrow or no one was going home. Then he could concentrate on Marree and get to the bottom of what was really going on with her and the kid. Hed have to think of a way to muzzle Heinrichs henchman. Rolo was making everyone miserable with his snide comments and thinly veiled accusations that Volkshire was paying Betaille for their alliance. He pursed his lips. It was a lucrative deal but he also knew it was all Tees doing. He should probably tell Eivan to post a detail on Rolo. Cajuns didnt take kindly to being accused of anything. Jamison rolled his shoulders and dropped down into a patio chair. He wouldnt be surprised if they went to pick the asshole up in the morning and found him headless, if they found him at all. Naw, with that bastard dead everything would go much smoother, hed just sit back and let shit happen. Besides he had bigger issues to resolve. He dug his cell from his pants pocket and scrolled through his phone book, stabbing the number with his index finger. Hello. Tees sleep-laden voice filled the line. Is she mine? His beast raised its head weaving back and forth in his mind. Anger clawed from the depths of his soul. The people closest to him knew he had a child and no one bothered to mention it. Is who what? Confusion replaced her drowsy tone. I saw Marree andKarma. Jamison rubbed the center of his chest. The thought that he had a daughter and hed missed the first few years of her life made his heart hurt. Oh. Oh! Gertrudis, what the fuck is an oh? I want to know if shes mine! His voice rose with every word. Well, seeummI cant be sure. Tee sighed. Static came over the line, similar to sheets rustling. Tee and her mate Myka could be heard arguing in the background. Mykas agitated voice flowed over the line. Im guessing the baby is yours and Im not telling you this to ease your mind. Im saying this to annoy the hell out of you. Call my house at this hour again, snake, and I will stuff your head up your ass. The line went dead. Plastic shrieked as he crushed the phone in his palm and threw it into the bayou. Still got that temper I see? Mais, Sint and Percels daughter moved from the shadows. What do you want, Mais? Daddy sent me to pick you up. Why are you chucking perfectly good technology to the gators? Mais, tell me something. She shrugged. If I can. Is Karma mine? Honestly dude, all you have to do is take a good look at her. Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to? Mais threw up her hands and mumbled. Growing up, I thought you were the smart one. Come on, I dont plan on standing out here for the mosquitoes to dine on all night. You have a thick hide. Youll live. Jamison leaned back in his seat. Do you want to follow your phone, dumbass? Mais stomped over to stand beside him. Id welcome the fight, Mais. Do you really want to take me on? Her red dreadlocks brushed her shoulder when she cocked her head. I dont know. Do you still cheat? Go to hell, Mais. Been there, babe, and got a shack right on the shore of one very hot lake. Seriously how long do you plan to sit here? You can ponder the enigma that is Marree at the house.

Is Karma the reason Sint hates me? Great Goddess above. Mais plopped down in a seat next to Jamison. My momma aint been right since Kiele left. Does she like how you handled Marree? No, but none of us do. Everyone knows Marree is your mate and I mean everybody but you let that old, jealous hag of a mother dictate to you. She had my best interests at heart. Mom wanted to see me succeed. Fucking mamas boy, I swear your shell was cracked through your incubation. Mais touched her knee to his and leaned forward. That would have happened anyway. Youre a strong leader. Shifters see you coming a mile away. Cheryl used you to do what your daddy couldnt. She bumped his leg harder. Marree would have secured your position a lot quicker than your mom. The best thing Aunt Loretta did was send her here cause honestly, I shudder to think what Cheryl would have done to the girl once Marree had her baby. Your momma is venomous and I dont say that because shes a snake. Jamison rose and walked to the edge of the deck. You know youre lucky we have history because had anyone else talked to me like this I would I have crushed them and left the body for Etiennes gators. So how do I fix this? And thats the reason those reptiles are fat and lazy now! Burn the damn bodies! Why does everyone insist on feeding them to the gators! She shook her head. As for your other problem, well, first you need to get past Loubel

Chapter Three
Marree scribbled a prescription and glanced over her shoulder at the young wolverine. Stop eating road kill. She tempered her statement with a smile. Unless its fresh. Hell, then call everybody in Betaille. They will make it a party. Remember if the meat sits for more than a few hours in this heat, it will be rancid. He hung his head. But its was so good and it didnt smell bad. The child looked over at his mother. I checked, honest. Mrs. Le Croix sighed. We no longer live in the cooler climate, Dathan. You know better. Marree reached past her patient to hand his mom the prescription. I think Dathan here was fine but he shifted so fast after eating and his stomach didnt process the meat. When shifters are this young, its like swimming. No shifting until theyve waited thirty minutes at the minimum after consuming a meal as your animal. She ruffled his hair. Thank you, Marree. Mrs. Le Croix helped him off the table. Anytime. Would you mind telling the next person they can come in please? Sure will, Ms. Marree. Dathan trotted from the room with his momma in tow. She made the final notations in youngsters chart and moved across the room to the second set of file cabinets which housed the information on her shifter patients. The hinges on the door squeaked as it swung open. Take a seat on the exam table please and Ill be right with you. Marree didnt bother to see who was stepping into her exam room. She pulled the drawer open and was fingering the files when Jamisons scent barreled into her. Your propensity to help the needy hasnt changed I see. Her muscles knotted as Jamisons sexy tenor flowed through the room. She swallowed before spinning around to face him. His stood a few inches from her. What do you want, Jami? There is nothing wrong with you short of an overabundance of ego. He shrugged. I have an ache here. Jamison pointed at his chest. So I made an appointment. Yeah, right. Why are you really here? There are people in my waiting room with legitimate ailments. Since theyre in a waiting room then they shouldnt have an issue with waiting a little longer. You and I have a few things to discuss. Marree slipped past him, putting space between them as she inched closer to the door. He maneuvered his body, cutting off her exit. I know that look. We will sit here until Kingdom come if we have to. Her heart sped up. She took a deep breath and lifted her chin. You made your choice, Jami. There is nothing to discuss. Ive a good life here and I did it without you or your clutch. Karma and I are part of the Viper pit and Loubel looks out for us. The deep rumble of a warning hiss escaped past Jamisons lips. Have you been intimate with Loubel? She snapped her head to the side, meeting his gaze. Of course not. He treats me like a like a little sister. Marree smirked. Not that I would mind. I mean, have you taken a good look at that man? He is hot and that bodymy Goddess. Jamison was around the table and in her face in a flash. Why are you trying to piss me off? She held his gaze. You have no rights where I am concerned. Youre wrong. Youre mine, have always been mine, and will always be mine. Marree slipped her hands between them and pushed against his chest. You have lost your fucking mind. The side of his mouth inched up in a half smile. Actually I believe Im just now coming to my

senses. He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to hers. Her thoughts jumbled in her head. He wasnt holding her and she could easily step away. Her hands acted as if they had a mind of their own and slowly slid up the smooth cotton of his shirt to curl around his neck. The downy hair at his nape tickled her palms. He groaned and the sound reverberated against her mouth. Tremors course through her body as her nipples tightened into points and her belly clenched. He nipped at her bottom lip, gently tugging it between his teeth. Marree pulled his head down and angled hers forcing him to release the hold he had on her mouth. Their foreheads touched. The metal file cabinets rattled as he threw up his hands and planted them on both sides of her body. She did what shed been dying to do for days and slid her hand over his scalp. Jamison closed his eyes and rolled his head on his neck. That feels good. When he opened his eyes theyd shifted to elliptical pupils. His beast was making itself known to her. She ripped her hands away, let her arms fall to her sides, and curled her fingers into fists. I wont do this. I wasnt good enough for you or your family years ago. I still cant shift so nothing has changed. She averted her eyes. He spoke against her hair. Everything has changed, woman. I wont let you deny me my child so you have a choicewe can make this work or I will take Karma. One way or another, Ill have what I want. Try to take my little girl from me and I will skin your ass and serve you for dinner. She pressed her lips together. Id like to see how youd do that. He lifted his arm and checked his watch. After the meeting tonight Ill come by to pick you and Karma up for a late dinner. Shes only four, you idiot. Shell be asleep. Anger bubbled up and she felt the presence of her beast stalk the fringes of her mind. As usual, it was only during the highly emotional situations that she was reminded of her animal. She blinked back the tears threatening to fall. Dont do this, Jami. She doesnt know you. Then its time she met her daddy. What if she cant shift like me. Your mother, Cheryl, will make her life miserable and no one will mistreat my baby. Please dont do this. I was denied the knowledge of her existence and I will not allow that to continue. Ill pick up something for dinner and be at your house after the council meeting. Ill lay out my terms then. He backed up and stopped. One more thingif I catch Loubel near you again for any reason, his blood will be on your hands because I will kill him. Jamison spun on his heel and exited the office. Marree stared through the open door. Her waiting room was conspicuously still. Crossing the space, she peeked around the door jamb into an empty area. She eased back over the threshold and leaned against the wall. No denying he was her mate. Shed known that since she was fifteen. Even with so much time between them, the desire returned as if they had never been apart. She touched her lips, tracing her fingertips over them. If hed asked, she would have gladly spread her legs and offered him her body. She sighed. There was only one thing she could do. Get the hell out of town and watch the dust rise in her rearview mirror. She rushed over to the little desk in the corner of the room and snatched her purse out of the top drawer. Slipping the keys out of her pocket, she shut the doors behind her and locked up. If she hurried, no one would know shed left. **** Jamison sat in the strip mall parking lot and waited. If he knew Marree, shed panic. She would grab whatever she could and run. Thats what she did last time. Had the woman stayed he wouldve had the family he craved and been content to lead his clutch in Texas. Now it felt like he was back-tracking.

He could admit his mistakes but it was time to make her own up to her errors too. Rolo and the other council members would be furious he didnt make it to the meeting hed organized but some things were more important than a damn pact. As if on cue Marree jogged out of the small storefront office and trotted to her truck. He was taking a gamble assuming she would head home. Hed told Eivan to meet him at her house and made sure that the sentinel knew to pick up Mais before he came. With a child in tow he was hoping she would have to pick up a few things and not bolt straight out of town. She hopped into her vehicle, and smoke billowed from under the truck as the tires spun on the asphalt. He smiled. Yep, she was probably fit to be tied right about now. He knew Sint kept Karma during the day, and he didnt want to tip his hand. Jamison turned into traffic and drove in the opposite direction, toward Cailou. Sounds of a thunderstorm filed the cab of his SUV. It wasnt necessary to check the caller ID. He pressed the phone icon in the steering wheel. Hello, mother. You mean youre actually taking my call. His mom sounded upset. He wouldnt exactly call it angry, since she believed that emotion was beneath her. Did I really have a choice? You have called me repeatedly for the last forty-eight hours and I find that more annoying. Hed learned some time ago how to deal with Cheryl. Too bad it was after Marree had left. Cheryl sniffed. Thats no way to speak to your mother. I have only ever had your best interests at heart. Uh-huh, still doesnt tell me what you want. I already sent your monthly stipend. We really have nothing else to talk about. Exactly how long do you plan to pout? Ive already apologized for shaming that stupid girl into leaving. Her voice turned glacier cold. Its not my fault she chose the human. Its funny the things you find out when you visit old friends and family. Sint and her sister, Loretta, were always jealous of me. Since we were children, Ive always gotten what they wanted and I married your father. Sint lost in our rivalry for his ring and now shes trying to turn you against me. Her faade slipped. The bitch is full of lies. Funny mother, but Sint hasnt said anything negative about you to date. As for you beating Sint out wellshe doesnt seem too torn up about it since she is happily mated to a boar. An Alpha. She sputtered. So to what do I owe the pleasure of your call? There are rumors flying around here that you are sniffing after that Marree girl again. Its bad enough that the woman has no family, no history, we cant even be sure shes a snake. And dont think I havent heard about that bastard child she got pregnant with after she left here. Probably from that human she left you for. Be careful or shell be claiming youre the little heathens father. The woman cant shift and I want to make sure you realize the impact she will have on your career if you try to mate her. Mom. He could practically her cringe at the endearment. You might be surprised to hear this but when I looked in the mirror this morning, a grown-ass man peered back at me. Your opinion is unsolicited and unwanted. I will do what I please and Marree has always been the one who made me happy. Imagine the joys of being a grandma. Perhaps I need to buy you the T-shirt. He paused, allowing his words to sink in. Is there anything else that you need? Youll see, Jamison Montgomery Conda. A mother is always right. The line went quiet. Jamison turned onto the clay road that would lead him to Marrees house. I know youre still there mother. Of course Im still here. It would be rude to hang up on you. I am waiting for an apology. Were you? Hmm. I hadnt planned on giving you one. I will tell you this. I plan to claim Marree

and have many children andare you sitting mom? He continued. If they cant shift, I dont care because I will love them anyway. And if you dont want to have anything to do with my familywell I can honestly tell you I am perfectly okay with that. Bye bye now. Jamison depressed the button to cut off the call as he pulled into a gravel-covered driveway. He drove over the pebbles and onto the grass, parking the vehicle behind the house. If Marree saw an unfamiliar SUV, he knew she would throw her truck in reverse and he was doubtful hed ever catch her. He had to approach her calmly and leave her with few options. Handling those backstabbing, social climbing, money-hungry shifters on the council was a breeze compared to dealing with Marree. He eased his finger over the window mechanism, sending the driver and passenger side windows down. A cool wind blew through the cab. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. In his mind he went over his arguments. After all he was entering into the most important negotiations of his life.

Chapter Four
Twilight painted the sky dark amber with just a hint of deep blue peeking through at random intervals. Kiele stepped out of her car, dragging her jacket with her, and scanned the surrounding area. A few vehicles dotted the parking lot. She threw the light coat around her shoulders and slid her arms into the sleeves, effectively hiding the holster strapped to her back. She pulled down her T-shirt to conceal the slender daggers belted at her waist. The street lights flashed on as she crossed the parking lot, creating dull yellow circles on the concrete. She bypassed the glass doors at the front of the building and eased into the shadows, walking along the side of the structure to the back door. Except for the recent remodel of the inside, the edifice hadnt changed in over fifty years. Knowing how thrifty the council could be, shed bet the interior hadnt changed much either. She shook her head. So much money was funneled through the council with high percentages being taken from the top of every contract, government and shifter-wise, under the guise of fairness and full disclosure. The bastards could afford better security. Flush with the wall, she eased into the alcove under the camera above the doorjamb. Using the darkness to her advantage she slipped her hand along the metal edge until her fingers touched the heavy duty plastic case of the lenses. She dug out the mini can of silicon from her pocket and raised her arm pressing on the nozzle. Kiele returned the can to her jeans and pulled her lock picks free. Shed done this a million times before, using her sense of touch to open an entry. The soft snicks of the tumbler told her shed succeeded. She gently yanked the heavy barrier open and quietly moved into the interior of the building. Dim lights along the floor moldings illuminated her way. It was ridiculously easy moving along the floors. They still believed themselves invincible and that their word was to be executed and accepted with no questions asked. The fools, only a few of them could see the writing on the wall and therefore took precautions. A war wouldnt be the end for them. It would feed the councils delusions of grandeur and cement side deals that most of the members secretly made anyway. Hell, they would become the black market. Kiele located the office and soundlessly glided through the sliver of open space in the doorway. The dark haired man with the angular features she assumed was her connection leaned back in his chair and stared at her. He lifted a beveled tumbler of brown liquid and swirled it. It took you long enough to get here. I was assured you were the best. Im not so sure I believe that. Kiele knew her grimace was feral, exposing her sharp incisors. Shed dealt with council members before but this one had cockiness in spades. Heinrich, right? I dont give a damn what you think. She sniffed and wrinkled her nose. Coyote. You have a job that needs to be handled and Im here to take care of that. Fuck up and Ill kill you myself. He set the glass down with a thud. If you could resolve your problem on your own I wouldnt be here. So save the scare tactics for someone who gives a shit. I need a name and picture of my target. She rested her hip on the arm of the chair across from his desk. He slid the top drawer open and pulled out a glossy eight by ten shot of three men and stabbed a finger on the man in the middle. I actually want all three killed but well start with Jamison Conda. As an esteemed member of the board, Im sure you know I cant have this traced back to me. Kiele stared at the picture and hid her surprise. She knew her target well, which should make it easy to complete her assignment. She schooled her features into a nonchalant mask and quelled the uneasiness twisting in her stomach. As I understand it, I was only to eliminate one beast. She leaned forward and pulled the photograph closer, playing at memorizing the features of the other men. If you want more than the one man dead then you need to rethink your payment. She shoved the image away.

He ignored her statement. Jamison is in Betaille at the moment but I have one of my associates watching him. Heinrich steepled his fingers. As far as any additional compensation, given the expense to secure your services I want to see how you handle yourself before I contract another job with your people. He snorted. Humans are a waste of valuable time. How can you work for them? You tell me. You went to the Shadow Clan for help. Must be a hellava thing to have to swallow your pride and sink so low as to contact my organization to solve your problem. She sucked her teeth. I know all about you, Heinrich Himmel, and about your rout. I dont like surprises and honestly your file was full of interesting observations and insights. She watched his eyes widen. What? You were so busy watching others you didnt realize someone has been keeping an eye on you? As for worrying about who youre getting in bed with, well, let me give you a word of advice, youre already fucked and with no Vaseline. She shook her head and rose. One more thing. Watch your back, coyote. Next time I may be coming for you and you wont see me until you feel my blade at your throat. You checked me out so Im sure you know how I get my jollies. She eased from the room and retraced her steps without a backward glance. She made quick time in exiting the building and after a hasty trot to her car, she slid behind the wheel. What the hell was going on? When shed committed herself to the Shadow Clan shed done so with the understanding her friends and family would be safe. With the push of a button her car came to life and she pulled out of the lot, melding into traffic. She needed to make contact with her handler and if possible, she needed to warn the only person she could trust. Someone had double crossed her and would pay for the slight. Kiele pulled into a convenience store parking lot and rushed in to purchase a cheap cell phone. She initiated the account and waited a few minutes for the phone to activate. She dialed her friend. Have you lost your fucking mind calling me here? Colins annoyed rasp came through loud and clear. We dont have much time. You, Jamison, and Matos are targets. Heinrich has taken a contract out on Jamison first and guess who got the assignment? You mean that bastard actually crawled into bed with the humans. He must be desperate. Colin chuckled. Its not a joking matter. These are not people we want to play with, she muttered. Do what you do best, Kiele. I trust youll handle the situation with efficiency. Ill warn Matos and Jamison. Maybe its time to come in out of the cold. My pack will ensure your protection. You have my word. We dont have everything in place. We are not prepared to deal with the Shadow Clan yet. What about Roar? My son will have to learn there are consequences to his decisions as all my boys had to. There was a hard edge to his voice. No, I can make this work. Do what you have to do. Volkshire is ready. I dont like fighting a war on two fronts but if its a fight the fuckers want then I will shove shit straight down my enemies throats. You have Betaille and Jamisons clutch in Rattler, Texas. Plus us sleepers in the Shadow Clan, bitches will never see us coming once everything is organized. If we play our cards right there wont be a war at all. In the meantime, you need to get to Roar and pull that pup out. Colin grumbled. Seems like Im always saving one son or another. How do you want to handle this? Youre on point for this assignment. Kiele snickered. I have a contract. Im going home. She hung up and dropped the cell on the cement. Grinding the plastic under foot, she kicked the pieces into the gutter. She inhaled deeply and dug her phone from her pocket. After scrolling through her teams numbers

she grazed the screen and listened to the rings of her handlers cell. She didnt wait for acknowledgment. You broke your word. The slow baritone of her contact scraped over her nerves. Your target isnt for anyone in your family or even in Betaille, for that matter. I grew up with Jamison. We were close, She spat. The operative word is were. Do your job, Kiele. I would hate to see something happen to that handsome boy of yours because his mama cant follow directions. My parents would never let you near him. They would never see us coming and it will be your fault as they bleed out in their sleep. I have other means of protecting them. You mean that snake of a daddy who fathered your son. Wed kill him first. For all your years of service youll at least get a warning of whats coming. Now do your fucking job and report in with proof of death. Her contact ended the call. She tightened her grip on the small device and whispered. Dont you worry, you son of a bitch. When Im done confirmation of kill wont be an issue. **** The dull rumble of Marrees engine had Jamison opening the door and climbing out of his SUV. She came barreling down the lane like a bat out of hell and swerved to a stop. Red dust kicked up surrounding her vehicle in a haze. She stepped out of the cloud with Karma clinging to her hip. He stepped around the corner of the structure as she stuck the key in the deadbolt. Jamison cocked his head. Why the hurry? She jumped in place, swinging around to face him. Karma clutched at her lab coat and giggled. He stared at the child. Her dark, honey gold ringlets of loose curls had a hint of green at the roots. Except for her eyes, she favored her mother but he knew those light brown eyes. They were the color and shape of his. He smiled wide, no longer needing Marrees confirmation, he knew in his heart Karma was his. The little one returned his grin and he could make out a tiny hint of fang. There was no cause for worry, his little girl would shift, he knew with the same certainty that he knew she was his. Hello, little bit. He moved closer. Hi. Karmas voice could barely be heard above the jingle of her mothers keys. I thought you had a meeting. Marree hefted the child higher on her hip. Youre more important. Those animals can wait. He didnt take his gaze off Karma. He was giddy with knowledge, excitement rallying through him. The door squeaked as she shoved it open. Go away, Jami. Now, you know thats not going to happen. He reached out to run his index finger along the childs cheek. A dulcet melody of soft jazz floated through the air. Jamison raised his head in time to see Eivan pull into the driveway. Jamison looked back at Marree and saw the panic in her eyes. He squashed the feelings of guilt and cleared his throat. Marree held Karma closer. What are you up to? He held is hands up, palms forward. Nothing. I thought maybe Eivan could take Karma out for ice cream Karma yelled. Strawberry! Of course, pumpkin. He held Marrees stare as he indulged his daughter. Karma continued. My name not pumpkin. Its Karma. Aunty Sint says Im a badas As I was saying, Jamison interrupted her statement. You and I need to work a few things out. I dont know him. Marree glared at the vehicle.

Yeah I figured you would say that so I asked Mais to tag along. Jamison waved A creamy brown arm appeared from the passenger side window. Karma spoke up. I want ice cream with Aunty Mais. I hate you. Marree mouthed the words over Karmas head. I can live with that. He tugged the child from her grasp and tossed her in the air. Happy laughter erupted from her and she clapped her hands. Do it again. Do it again! Maybe later. Jamison stalked across the yard and glanced in the backseat. He scowled at Eivan. She needs a car seat. And I wasnt expecting to babysit. You got a problem, wolf? Jamison straightened, hugging Karma against him. With the child, no. With the woman you had come along with me? A big one. Eivan pursed his lips. For fucks sake, Jamison, just take the seat out of Marrees truck. As for you, dog, its no picnic for me either. Mais smiled up at Karma. And how is my big girl today? Marree stepped up next to Jamison, awkwardly holding the car seat. Mais, no more than one scoop. She always overeats when you take her out. What? Is it my fault the kid has a healthy appetite. Apples dont fall far from the tree Im told. Mais pointedly stared at Jamison and smirked. Just remember, there will come a time when you and Sint will need my services. Jamison watched Marree press her lips together in a grim line, open the back door and deftly install the childs chair. She stepped back. And when you do, I will let you suffer. And people round here say you dont have a mean streak. Mais shook her head. You two have fun talking. Eivan backed into a turn and sped off. Jamison looked over at Marree. So are you going to invite me in or are we going to sit out here on the grass and stare daggers at each other? There is nothing to discuss. She threw up her hand and stalked away. Marry me! He yelled at her back before snapping his mouth shut. Now where the hell did that come from?

Chapter Five
Marree tripped over her feet walking up the porch steps and grabbed the railing to keep from stumbling forward on her face. Jamison gripped her elbow to steady her and she lifted her chin to meet his gaze. Splinters dug into her palm as she tightened her grip on the wooden banister to avoid cupping his jaw. Dark threads of chocolate brown swirled in his honey colored eyes. Her mouth went dry and she coughed as she tried to swallow. He moved in and his chest brushed her arm. His Adams apple bobbed in quick succession. Shifters dont marrythey mate. She turned her head to evade his gaze. Jamison nuzzled the spot below her ear. You always smell amazing. I cant be in your presence for more than a few minutesyou havebecause you I have a hard time controlling myself. He trailed his fingers along her skin on her arm and wrapped them around her wrist pulling her hand down to the bulge at the front of his slacks. Since you dont consider yourself a shifter Im willing to embrace a few human customs. The act of honeymooning sounds interesting. We cant. This mustnt happen. Her words were thick as her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She stayed still, taking in deep breaths. What we had didnt work the first time. It wont work now. He stepped up next to her, closing the gap between them, and trapped her hand against the solid length of his cock. His breath flowed over her cheek as he spoke. I promise you, nothing and no one will ever come between us. He licked his lips. Or I will swallow them whole. She narrowed her eyes. Only you could come up with a lame line like that. He reared back. What? That was the truth. Most women would be impressed with the level of commitment I am bringing into a relationship. Marree tried to pull them from the brink of passion building between them. Mistake number one Im not most women. She yanked her hand free and held up two fingers. Im not falling for some line when I have been there and done that. Ive got a baby to prove it. She leaned in until they were nose to nose. This time youre going to have to work for my attention and no hastily thought of declaration is going to cut it. Really? He smirked. Yes, so step back and recognize I am not the same person who left you in Texas. She inched back to escape his touch. Not so fast. He slapped a hand down on the wooden rail to halt her progress. Its rather convenient that you forgot to let me know I was a father. Pot, Im kettle. Its nice to meet you. Seems we have both made mistakes. Im willing to own up to mine. Are you? I cannot believe what an asshole you have turned into. She huffed, turning to the side to avoid his stare. Once upon a time they had been so good together, in and out of bed. Hed been her rock, consoling her every time her attempted shift failed. The way he spoke, his tone, and mannerisms always made her feel better. Too bad they werent truly meant to be. Youll get over it cause I dont plan on going anywhere. You are still the most arrogant He cut off her words by pressing his mouth on hers and slipping his tongue through her lips. She tried to twist her head but he grasped her face with both hands. His thumbs brushed her cheeks and his tongue slid along her teeth. She grabbed his wrists, intending to yank herself free instead she slid her palms over his tense biceps. He snaked his arm around her waist and jerked her up against him. The thump of his heart echoed through her breasts and her own sped up to beat in sync with his. She flexed her hips and his cock rubbed her lower belly. Her clit throbbed in anticipation as he darted his tongue back and forth, engaging hers in a dueling play. Clutching his shoulders she went up on her

toes and angled her head for better access to his mouth. Marree swallowed his groans and dug her nails into his back. She hiked up a leg and eased it around his thigh. Jamisons hand came down on her butt with a resounding thwack. The sting of his palm on her ass made her cream coat the folds of her pussy. Rubbing his hand on her butt cheek only served to heighten her senses. Sounds were sharper. Cicadas serenaded them from a nearby bush in an unexpected melody. She pulled back and opened her eyes. Everything seemed brighter even in the dusky gold and pink of a setting sun. He slid his mouth across her jaw and she gripped his neck as he urged her backward. Her lower back bumped into the railing. She dropped her head and stared at the clouds rolling across the darkening sky. He sucked on her neck and she pressed her legs against his hips wedged between her thighs. That tiny bundle of nerves in her slit pulsated from the pressure and she moaned. Her knees went weak and she started to slide down. Jamison gripped her hips and lifted her up. He flexed his pelvis to grind his dick against the tender tissue of her nether lips. He stared down at her. Youve been a bad girl, Marree. What shall I do with you? Hmm? Jamison pushed her lab coat apart and gently started to unbutton her blouse as he whispered, I cant, no, I wont wait. Im taking what belongs to me. She heard him, knew he was talking, and yet his words were a jumble. She scraped her tongue over dry lips as she tried to moisten them. It was a struggle to take a breath as she opened her mouth to inhale. He broke the thin ribbon of material which held her bra together and the cups fell to her sides. A soft breeze wafted across her distended nipples. Air was trapped in her lungs when Jamison dipped his head to lap at her rigid bud and the heat and moisture from his mouth registered in her mind. Jamison sucked on one breast while massaging the other. Pressure built in her chest. Marree couldnt think. All she could do was feel. The rasp of his tongue and the smooth skin of his palms created tactile sensations that made her greedy for his touch. She inched forward, pressing more of her tit into his hand. He released her orb with a wet pop. Breathe, baby. His fangs had completely descended, creating a faint lisp. A rush of air escaped through her lips. I bet you still like the bite of pain with your pleasure. He skated his teeth against the skin in the valley between her breasts. The way he swayed back and forth as if he couldnt be sure where to touch her was enthralling. Those old urges to please him came flooding back. She let go of his shoulders when he darted out his tongue and traced a line up her torso. Curious, she watched as he reached beyond her. His hand disappeared into a cloth bag of clothes pins she kept on the porch for the line shed had to use once when the dryer broke. He held a handful of clips up. Excitement skidded down her spine and she flexed her pelvis, grinding her pussy on the leg he had jammed between her thighs. He picked up one wooden clasp. The faint snap of him opening and closing it sent more of her juices through the moist crevices of her cunt. Never forget, Ree, no man knows you like I do, and nobody will ever give you the pleasure I can provide. He clamped a clothespin on her erect nipple. Oooooo. Marree bowed her body back and flung her arms behind her to grip the balustrade. He affixed another clip to her other tit, moved his thigh, wrapped his hands around her waist and flipped her around. The edge of the plank jabbed her ribcage as he gripped the back of her neck and propelled her forward. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth when his hands skimmed down her back. He whipped her lab coat in the air and the ends settled across her shoulder. The screech of ripping fabric rent the air as he tore at her pants. She reached over, gripping the decorative slats that surrounded her porch. Cool evening air drifted over her backside as he moved away from her. Metal unknitting competed

with the growing serenade of nocturnal creature coming awake in the darkness. Then he was back, his shaft brushed the inside of her thigh. His rough palm grazed her ass and his hand replaced the soft satin of her panties. She squirmed under his touch. His finger slid over her labia and she shoved back against his palm. Youre so wet. Is this all for me, Ree? She glanced over her shoulder in time to see him suck her cream from his digit. Jamison licked his lips. Delicious, youre essence always reminded me of sweet cane sugar. The urge to move rode Marree hard. Restless, she shuffled in place, anxious for his touch. Every movement seemed to make the clips tighten, and she crushed her mouth into her arm to muffle her keening cries. She would not beg. The crisp hairs on his thighs brushed the back of hers as he stepped closer to her body. He skimmed her butt, separating the cheeks. Air slithered through her cleft. He drove his shaft over sensitive tissue, she dropped her head forward and trembled as ripples of delight washed through her. His cock filled her passage and memories of the last time they were together flooded her mind. He murmured words of endearment in her ear as he pulled back and thrust again. Her breaths became pants as he plunged into her pussy time and time again. He glided his hand up her side and around to her front. Jamison gently tugged on a clasp attached to one heavy orb. The tug on her nipple sent currents zapping her core. Marree seized as her orgasm hurtled through her form. She thrashed and grabbed his wrist to try and control his movements. Jamison licked the shell of her ear. Tsk, tsk. Who do you belong with? She bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep the words from spilling past her lips. Electricity sizzled along her nerves making the tiny hairs on her skin stand up. He slid his palm down the contours of her form and over the soft curve of her belly to slip a digit between the folds of her slit. You are mine, Marree. Now tell me who do you belong to? He pinched her clit. You. The word came out in a wail. He pulled out almost completely and surged deep. Jamison gripped her shoulders and slid his mouth across her throat. The prick of his bite on her neck sent her into an abyss of flashing white light. Another orgasm welled up, making her limbs shake as another wave of bliss replaced the first one. He hugged her close holding her back to his front. I never stopped loving you. He shoved deep and chanted her name like a mantra as he rocked against her and shuddered. Her hands shook as she carefully removed the clothes pins from her breasts; tingles in her elongated tips sent aftershocks of ecstasy coursing through her pussy. She locked her fingers on the railing as her knees buckled. Jamison dipped his head to kiss the mark of his mating. Marree covered the bite with her palm. Tears welled up behind her lids. She tried to keep the shock out of her voice. What have you done? I should have claimed you years ago. He eased his shaft from her passage. It will never work. She looked down at the tattered remains of her pants and kicked them off her legs. He stepped away as she turned around. His fangs hadnt receded and the bright yellow in his eyes conveyed how close his beast was to taking over. Marree, man or woman, I will kill anyone who meddles in our business. Dont make me prove it. Jamison pulled his slacks over his hips and zipped up. You dont understand. She took a step and stumbled forward. He scooped her up and stalked to the door. What dont I get? You are the other half of me and I wont make the mistake of letting you go a second time. You want to turn the key and open the door? He hiked her up. She narrowed her eyes. Are you trying to say Im heavy?

Jamison shrugged. Its to be expected. You had my kid. Dude, this is not the way to endear yourself to me. She pulled the key free and turned the knob. I was being honest, and I think your curves are sexy. He crossed the threshold. Which way is the bedroom? We cant. Karma will be back soon. We can and will. I have years to make up for. He strode down the hallway she indicated. Wait, I need to lock the door! Well leave it. Our scents are in the air and all over the place around here. A shifter would be stupid to walk into this house. And if they are actually that foolish then they deserve to die. **** Jamison jerked awake from a deep sleep. He reached out for Marree and grasped her pillow. Sitting straight up, he looked around the room. A sliver of light cut through the room and he followed it to its source. The sound of rushing water came from the same direction. Marree must be in the shower. He rose and took a couple steps in the bathrooms direction when a rapid knocking caught his attention. With a huff he turned, yanked his pants from the foot of the bed and headed for the front door. Eivan had his hand raised to batter the thin barrier again when Jamison snatched it open. The sentry scowled with a bulky car seat in his arms. Karma stood next to him, her hand clutching his jeans leg. Okay, little bit, Uncle Eivan has got to go now. He nudged the little girl forward. She smiled up at Eivan and let go of his leg. Jamison reached out to grab her hand and help her over the threshold. She looked back and flexed her fingers in a wave. He looked up from his child to the sentinel. Eivan quickly wiped the smile from his face. Colin, Rolo and the others are trying to get a hold of you. They say you wont answer your phone. My cell is sitting somewhere in the bayou. Ill get around to calling Colin. Tell the others something came up and we can work out our differences tomorrow. Jamison looked own at Karma. What would you like to do, kiddo? Her brows knitted together. My name is Karma. It starts with a K. Why cant you call me by my name? Eivan burst out laughing. You have your hands full with little Miss there. I thoroughly enjoyed her conversations with the boar. Where is Mais, Eivan? Tell me you didnt leave her stranded somewhere? The guards smile withered. I wish. I dropped her off first. The close proximity to her was giving me a headache. She wears the strangest perfume. I swear it reminds me of fresh linen. Jamison schooled his features to keep from laughing. That is interesting. Shut up snake. Its not what you think. Anyway, what time tomorrow would you like to have the committee members reconvene? After three. That should give our hosts time to take care of their daily business. Eivan nodded. Okay. He gazed down at Karma. See ya around, Tiny. She raised her hands palms up and stomped her little foot. My name is Karma. Eivan chuckled. The rumors have to be true, snake. That little girl acts just like you. He set the seat down, turned away, and trotted down the porch stares. Jamison stared down at his child. So what would you like to do? Wheres my mama? In the bathroom. He watched Karma turn and skip down the hall. Where are you going? She stopped and spun around. Im not supposed to talk to strangers. Karma disappeared into the

bedroom hed exited. Jamison snorted. He had to admit Eivan was rightshe did behave like him.

Chapter Six
Jamison slapped the table and it shuddered from the weight of his hand. Jac jumped and Rolo smirked. Jamison narrowed his eyes and shoved the various papers toward the coyote, enjoying the way the beasts lips turned down. Armand and Percel snickered. What exactly is your fucking issue, Rolo? Youve been talking in circles for days. The offer is legitimate and no different than the hundreds of other offers Ive been looking over. There are also questionable pacts with several of your alliances including your and Heinrichs rout. If this Betaille deal cant be agreed upon perhaps I should talk with Matos and other board members. Ill petition that all agreements be nullified. If Volkshire and Betaille have to wait, I promise you every damn clan will and Ill make sure that each tribe knows it was your idea. Jamison held the gaze of the sneaky shifter. If you werent so busy sniffing behind that vet, then you would understand my concerns. Rolo sneered. The only thing worse than a human is a shifter who cant shift. Jamison leaned his fists on the tables surface. My personal life is my own, dog. If you have a problem, theres the fucking doorwalk through it. It becomes our problem Rolo swept his hand out, when you cant even be bothered to show up for the meeting youre in charge of. Is a piece of ass worth your responsibilities to the animals we are in service to? Armand scooted back. Uh-oh. Those were the only words Jamison heard as he lunged for Rolo. His beast slithered into the forefront of his mind. His clothing fell away as his body tightened and bones softened and broke. Muscle built, thickening and realigning around dense cartilage. He hit the table with a thwack and the rickety furniture piece collapsed under his weight. Papers danced in the air above him as he wrapped himself around the coyotes legs. Caught mid-shift, Rolo yelped and hopped in an effort to get free. Intent on crushing the beast, Jamison didnt see Jac transform into a Puma. Intent on helping his fellow ambassador, the cat scraped its claws across Jamisons skin and his form rippled under the attack. Jamison continued climbing up Rolos body, squeezing tighter with each revolution he made around the beast. A snarl rent the air then a yowl. Completely shifted, Rolo nipped his jaws centimeters from Jamisons head. Jamison snapped his body and the coyote skidded across the floor, head over ass. Pain twisted through his body and he hit the floor with a thump, Jamison coiled to find Jacs mouth latched onto his midsection. He curled his tail around Jacs leg and yanked, sending the cat sprawling over the hardwood. A wolverine jumped over Jamisons head, landing before Rolo as he struggled to rise. Armand, the wolverine, went for Rolos soft underbelly. In a blur to his left, a green and yellow pit viper raced past him. Jac jumped, landing soundlessly on a chair as Loubel went to strike, barely missing him. Jamison slithered behind the canine Rolo as Armand herded him in the anacondas direction. The coyote stopped short and spun, twisting his head between both Jamison and Armand. Jac yowled from somewhere above them and Loubel slid underneath Rolo, winding around his back leg and sinking his teeth into the animals thigh. Rolo staggered forward and collapsed, his breathing labored. Loubel shifted next to the downed coyote. His accent thickened his words. Someone better call Marree. Don want ta lose alliance income if the bastard dies. Dammit all, viper! Have I not told you to control your venom? Percel bellowed. Jamison changed forms. Fuck! This could certainly put a hiccup in the pact approval process. I will not support this backwater town nor its ignorant residents in its bid to join Volkshire and obtain a seat on our council. Im calling Heinrich and Matos. Jamison, get the protection team

together. We will be leaving tonight once that hick doctor stabilizes Rolo. Jac, now human, looked down his nose at them from his perch on top of the cabinet. Armand rose and brushed residual fur from his arms. Who the hell is the kitty talking to? He yawned revealing the razor sharp teeth that had yet to recede. Fuck em, its probably too late anyway. Nobody called Marree. Loubel kicked at the coyotes belly. Im calling her now. Percel lowered the phone from his face. What in Goddesss name were you thinking, Loubel? The viper shrugged. He annoyed me. Kinda like that house cat crouched above us. Get in line, Loubel, I got dibs on thewhat are you anyway? Youre petite for a predator. Armand tilted his head. Percel and Loubel snickered. There will be sanctions, Jac screeched. I will make sure of it. For fucks sake, will everyone shut the hell up? Jamison yelled. All eyes turned on him and Percel arched a thick brow. The air was heavy and the squeak of the slowly spinning fan was the only noise in the room. Jamison opened his mouth. Marrees light voice broke the quiet. If Sint is sick, Percel, tell her I said suffer. Percel lifted the phone to his ear. As interesting as that nugget of info is, my problem is a little more serious than that. Her groan was audible as the old boar pulled the cell a few inches away. There will be no penalties. Jamison pointed an index finger at Loubel. You better keep the bastard alive. Hell, give him mouth to mouth if you have to. He marched over to Percel. Loubels lips curled back. That is plain nasty, old son. Jamison twisted around. Dont know why. You practically kissed his ass to bite him. He straightened and stared at Percel. Gracious Goddess, hold on Marree. Percel held out his hand, the phone square in the center of his palm. So, which snake is dead? The gentle tones of Marrees voice made him smile. Neither, although its questionable. The dumbass water moccasin bit one of my panel members. He looked over at the prone form of Rolo and waited. The animals chest heaved slightly. I dont think hes dead yet. And the beasts of Betaille have a cat cornered on a cabinet. He looked over his shoulder and shook his head. For some reason the little shit wont come down. What the hell is going on over there? Ya know what? Never mind, Ill be there in five minutes. Jamison crossed his arms. Jac, get down now. The puma snorted. Not without the protection of the Volkshire dogs. You sent our sentries away on purpose! There will be retribution for this senseless attack. Heinrich will have your balls. Pussy, Loubel murmured. Armand stepped forward. If we kill both men then no one will be the wiser and who is this Heinrich? Let him come. Its been a long time since I enjoyed the thrill of a kill. Loubel snickered. You have been hanging around Etienne way too long. Non. Armand threw up his hands. Why is it every animal here gets to kill but me? Can we stay on task? Percel pulled a seat up to the wrecked table and picked up several papers in a meaty fist. He lifted his head and gazed at each man. With the extenuating circumstances, I think now would be the time to sign off on everything. Jamison? Jamison yanked a chair up and set it down next to Percels. Anybody got a pen? ****

Kiele sat on the other side of Bayou Animaux, chuckling. She ground her cigarette out on a stone next to her feet. Through the binoculars she spied her dad, Percel. Other than the dusting of white amongst the red hair, he hadnt changed much. Her momma apparently hadnt stopped cooking since her fathers girth had widened. She looked past her daddy. Loubel combed his fingers through his blond strands, pushing a lock off his forehead. Colorful tattoos covered both his arms and spread under his shirt. He always did act first and ask questions later. Loubel was a street fighter who didnt care how he won. She focused on her target, Jamison. It was damn near a hundred degrees and that fool was wearing a suit, minus the jacket that hung across the back of a chair. He definitely hadnt changed. Well, he had, she glanced at his head and wondered if he shaved his head because was going bald. Marree wouldve had her head when they were younger for questioning anything about that damn Anaconda. Kiele watched over Marree from the time her Aunt Loretta put her on the bus in Rattler, TX until she arrived on Sints doorstep. Marree had been her best friend growing up and given what she knew Cheryl could do to a person, she needed to make sure Marree made it to Betaille. Early on in the Shadow Clan, she didnt trust the bastards and checked periodically on her family. Thats when she discovered Marree was pregnant and living with her Aunt Loretta. It was the only time shed ever asked her handler for a favor. She asked that they make arrangements for her best friend to be sent to Betaille and sent a note to Loubel asking that he watch out for the non-shifter. Marree was the only one who knew the identity of Darcels daddy. She knew the woman had never revealed her secrets. There had to be a way to keep Jamison alive, it was the least she could do for Marree. Growing up, Marree was an oddity, being a shifter that couldnt change forms. One day she was just there, a reed thin, dirty little girl that walked across the railroad tracks in a torn dress and shoes with holes in them. Aunt Loretta took her in and when no one came looking for Marree, she simply continued to stay. Everyone assumed she was an abandoned snake shifter. As a child sometimes when she got really mad her eyes would change or her skin would ripple but not once had she ever made the transition into her beast. Being kids, no one questioned how she just appeared. Marree was quiet with such a gentle spirit about her. If anyone teased her about her handicap, theyd been right there to defend her. Jamison could be especially brutal and he was always the one to throw the first punch. His attitude got them many an ass whooping for fighting. She should have known back then those two were destined for each other. A flash caught her eye and she spun on the tree stump, looking for the source of the sparkle. Some of the bushes on the adjacent bank rustled. Kiele narrowed her eyes and waited. She slipped the glasses in her bag and stood. Whoever sat in the foliage wasnt trained very well. A seasoned killer would know how to watch people without being seen. She turned her head and lifted the binoculars to watch Marree enter the community center. There was an unknown player in her game. Kiele rose from her seat. She pushed through the foliage to the forgotten dirt road shed been using to get back and forth from her base position. Kiele circled around to get downwind of the bastard watching her friends and family. Her phone buzzed and she dug into her pocket to retrieve it. What? Kiele slipped into a copse of trees. Why isnt he dead? Heinrichs voice grated in her ear. Because Im thorough. Dude, this is a bad time since Im trying to do the job I was hired to do. Reception is spotty, so if this call gets dropped I want you to know it wasnt me. She hung up and stuffed the phone in her back pocket. Kiele felt the ripple in the air as a bullet whizzed past her head. Son of a bitch was using a silencer.

She took off in a dead run, leaping over a felled tree, and started stripping. Behind a thick dogwood she stuffed the clothes in her bag and jammed it under an exposed root. Within minutes she became her boar. She navigated the marsh, moving forward and doubling back in an effort to lead her shooter deeper into the swamp. First she would take care of the intruder trying to muck up her plans, then she would find a way to keep Jamison safe. After that, shed need to take care of Heinrich. But hey, it was doable. Actually, that was a short list for her.

Chapter Seven
Marree checked the coyotes pulse. The thud against her fingers was strong, and at some point through the long night he was able to shift into his human form. A very good sign. Hed recover from the venomous bite Loubel inflicted. She grabbed the saline bag intravenously attached to his arm and added seven ccs of anti-venom to his drip just to be on the safe side. The way their bodies metabolized drugs, the original dose had most likely already disappeared from the coyotes system. She tucked the blankets around his shoulders before moving into the next room. It would be another tedious night of watching and waiting. The immediate danger was over and now it was just a simple case of giving his body time to heal, which would be accelerated given a shifters regenerative attributes. What could drop a human might knock out the numerous species which made up her community, but it wouldnt kill them. She pulled the chair free of her desk and sat down to make notes in Rolos chart. A knock at her door had her glancing back into the waiting area. Jamison stood at the door, his hand poised to rap on the glass again. With a sigh, she rose. Yesterday shed made it clear to both him and Loubel that she didnt want to see either man for a long time. She dropped her head. Talking to those two was like speaking to a concrete block. When shed arrived at the community center, the men were sitting around a damaged table, buckassed naked, signing papers on their knees. A cat shifter was bellowing from his roost on a file cabinet and the coyote was laid out in a corner, barely breathing. At that point she went into action and administered the medication which would negate the poison coursing through the canines system. The men continued with their political wrangling as if she wasnt there. She had to coax the neurotic Puma from his perch, which took a majority of her time. The poor thing kept changing forms as if he couldnt decide on what he wanted to be. By the time the sentry party that was supposedly the committees protection arrived, Jamison was shaking hands with the Alphas of Betaille. And Jac, the cat, was still threatening retribution from behind Evians broad shoulders. Marree shook her head. Shifter politics were worse than the humans. Loubel immediately caught sight of the mates mark as she directed the sentinels to place Rolo in her truck. Loubels tongue licked the air, and she was too late to stop him as he leapt from his seat at Jamison. They shifted midfall, landing in a heap. The Alphas surrounding them smirked as they watched the two men battle it out. The Volkshire wolves started taking bets instead of moving the coyotes body as shed requested. Her beast prowled across the forefront to her mind and for a moment she thought she could almost feel her creature pushing for control. She shook her head and the urge was gone. Assholes were still standing around. At a loss to do anything else, she marched out to her truck and snatched up her dart gun. She filled the projectiles with a powerful sedative and loaded her weapon. When she stomped back into the center the men had widened their circle and no one had bothered to stop the writhing snakes from killing each other. The coyote shifter was being ignored altogether. Marree lifted the rifle, took aim, and fired. The tranquilizer loaded bullet whizzed through the air and lodged itself into the dense middle of Jamisons body. Jamison shifted and looked down at the feather tipped dart hanging from his belly. Quickly she cocked the gun again and shot the next round. Loubel dropped from Jamisons leg with a thump and reclaimed his human form, weaving as he rose to his feet. You shot me, he accused, his features etched with disbelief as his eyes widened. Jamison nodded in agreement. Damn right. Shed swung the muzzle in a half circle and held the gaze of every shifter before turning her eyes on Jamison and Loubel. Seriously, you two will play nice or I swear I will put you both down. And when you come to, remember to leave me the hell alone! Now, who else wants to sleep for a couple days?

Loubel and Jamison dropped to the floor. Percel burst out in gut-shaking laughter. Dammit girl, I didnt think you had it in you. He turned to Eivan. You heard Marree, get that old dog into her truck. Wait till I tell Sint about this. People rushed into a blur of movement following the gruff orders. Go to hell, Percel. Im still mad at Sint. Shed pressed her lips together to keep from smirking and got out of there, leaving Jamison sound asleep. The tapping resumed and Marree was jarred back to the present. She turned to meet Jamisons gaze through the glass. He cocked a brow. If she disappeared into the small surgical suite where Rolo was resting she could ignore the man. She rubbed her neck and felt the scar tissue left from his bite. Fucking snakes, arrogant asshole, she huffed as she stalked to the door. No doubt letting him into her domain was a bad idea. However she knew if she didnt he would stand there all night. Marree stared at him with her hand on the lock. He pursed his lips and held up his other hand. When she still hadnt turned the deadbolt he shook the bag he clutched. Sint sent you something to eat, he yelled through the glass. No thanks. I dont want nthing from you or Sint at the moment. Marree pulled her hand away. He narrowed his eyes. Open the door, Marree, or I will bust the fucker in. Youre not faster than a bullet, Jami, and I swear to the Goddess by the time Im done, you will wake up in somebodys circus, she screamed as she backed away. Woman! He dropped the bag, took off his jacket and wrapped it around his hand. Glass shattered. Shards rained down on the linoleum floor. Jamison pulled his hand back and dipped under the metal bar to get into the waiting area. Marree spun on her heel and ran for her office. She slammed the thin wooden door knowing it wouldnt be much of a barrier for shifter like Jamison. She jogged to the second filing cabinet and yanked out the pistol she kept in the top drawer. Marree grabbed a handful of darts but they slipped through her trembling fingers. She dropped to her knees and scrambled to retrieve one, but in her haste they skittered across the slick floor. She glanced up. The molding framing the doorway was ripped from their anchors as the door, knob and lock still connected slammed into the back wall. Jamison lowered his leg and tilted his head to the side to stare at her. You will never put a locked door between us again, mate. She wrapped her fingers around a thin projectile and slid the top back to move the dart into the chamber. With her arm straight, she rose form her position. Get it through your thick head. We are not mates. That train left the station years ago. Just leave. Im sure the silent alarm has already alerted Etienne and he or one of his deputies are probably on their way. They can come. Jamison shrugged. She waved the gun. You are such an idiot. Go already. Shoot me because that is the only way youre going to get rid of me. Dont damn tempt me! He huffed and backed up. His tone softened. All I want to do is talk. You know better than I do there is no reversal of a true claiming and this he circled his hand, has been a long time coming. Jamison grimaced. Ill even make nice with Loubel. If that is what it takes to make you happy. We belong together. He took a step toward her. She shuffled back. Take a ride with me. Remember in college how much fun we use to have sneaking off? Marree snorted. Yeah we took bottles of cheap wine and a blanket. We would watch the stars from the bed of your truck parked in the desert. I do believe it was on one of those occasions that Karma was conceived. Want to try and recreate that? He chuckled.

I have a patient. I cant leave. Rolo? Fuck him. If that dog aint died yet, he wont. Marree! Etienne heavily accented voice drifted into the office accompanied by the crunch of glass. In here, she called out. Beyond Jamison, Etienne and Sasha filled the broken doorway. Well damn. Sasha whistled. Marree, girl, would you mind aiming that pop gun at the wall. Oh. Yeah. Sorry. She lowered he weapon Jamison pounced, grabbing her arms and yanking her forward. He roughly brushed his lips on hers and broke away before dipping his body to catch her around the middle and throw her over his shoulder. She glanced up at Etienne then she was twirled around to face the wall. Urgh! Dammit! Put me down! Marree wailed. Jamison ignored her outburst. Look Etienne, do you really want to get between me and my mate? Jamison asked calmly. Etienne, fucking do your job and arrest this bastard. Sasha, help me! Marree wiggled to slide down. Jamison started to move past Etienne. She was jostled with every step he took. Marree glanced up to see Etienne holding Sasha. The womans lips turned down and her hands formed fists at her side. Marree met Etiennes watchful gaze and the corners of his mouth lifted in a brief smile. What about my patient? she called out. Well take care of him, cher. Enjoy your evening. Etienne waved them toward the door. She should have known mofo male shifters would stick together. Mentally adding Etiennes name to her growing revenge list, Marree pummeled Jamisons back. Put me down. Are you going to behave? She decided not to answer. Jamison mumbled, Stubborn as ever. He stopped. The hinges on a door squealed and she was thrown into the backseat of a vehicle. He slammed the door shut and dashed around to the driver side. A breeze whipped through the interior when he jumped into the seat and started the SUV. Where are you taking me, Jami? What about Karma? Sint and Mais have agreed to watch Karma. My business here is concluded. And the alliance is airtight. Eivan left this afternoon with the contract and the remaining board member. Im taking us back to where everything between us began. Marree whipped her head up. There is no way on this earth I will set foot in Texas again. Guess its a good thing youre not driving. He put the vehicle in gear. **** His SUV ate up the miles and the double white lines reflected the headlights with an eerie glow. Jamison stared in his rearview mirror at a sleeping Marree. She curled up into a tight ball in the corner of the seat. Originally, hed only wanted to get someplace quiet so they could talk. The decision to drive to Texas was on a whim. But it felt right. As his mate the house, bank accounts, everything fell to her to handle should something happen to him. The Anaconda Clutch needed to see them as a unified couple before his mother could spout her poison and try and turn more of their people against Marree. Late night or early morning, no matter how he looked at it, he needed to talk to Tee. She could catch a flight and be in Rattler long before he got there. He placed the Bluetooth in his ear and tapped the icon in his steering wheel.

Hey Jamison, whats up? Tee whispered groggily. I realize you no longer want or need to be my lieutenant. But I want you to do one last assignment for me. Im here. What do you need? Concern tinged her voice. Catch a flight. Drive to Rattler and evict Cheryl from the Alphas residence. He reached over and turned on the heat. For real! Tee screeched in his ear. Yeah. As my mate, Marree is entitled to all privileges. What about Cheryls supporters? I am Alpha. If some snakes choose to break off and follow my mother tell them they can take what they can carry in a suitcase. Everything else remains with our clan including all automobiles. Those motherfuckers can walk for all I care. Escort them to the town lines and just so we are clearthat includes Cheryl. Mos def, It will be my pleasure, Alpha. I will kick that self-righteous, two-faced bitch out right on her bony ass. Sorry you had to hear that, Jamison. He sighed. Its okay, Tee. Ive known about my mothers fucked-up ways for a long time. So you and Marree finally got it together. Im happy to hear you found peace. Well not exactly. I kinda kidnapped her, but well work it out. Tee sputtered. I dont want to know. Ill be waiting for you in Rattler. In the background he could hear Tee talking excitedly to Myka. Static filled the line and the words were becoming jumbled. Jamison disconnected the call. Suddenly his truck jerked and the engine whined. The lights dimmed, the vehicle slowly started to lose power and gently rolled to a stop. Marree leaned forward between the seats. What did you do? He met her stare in the mirror. I thought you were asleep. And why would you assume it was me? Youre the one driving. I told you trying to get me back to Texas was a bad idea. Its probably nothing. Reach into the back and grab me a flashlight. Have you ever heard of the word please? And I dont know if you understand this, but there are probably gators out there and I dont think they are as friendly as Etiennes pets, either. She disappeared into the gloom behind him. A beam of light split the darkness and she placed it under her chin to illuminate her face. Exit at your own risk. Bwahahaha. She cut off the lantern and climbed over the seat. Never mind. If you get eaten that would make my life so much easier. You still watch all those weird-ass shows, dont you? Please tell me you arent exposing Karma to that crap you see on TV and like to spout as scientific fact. He pulled the lever to open the door. He flicked the on switch and the slim ray of dim yellow light was swallowed up by the night. Hate to tell you this but I dont think that flashlight is going to last much longer. Youre a wealth of information tonight, arent you? Pop the hood for me, please. He heard her scramble around in the front cab followed by the snick of the hood latch releasing. Jamison slid his finger along the edge until he brushed his digits over the mechanism and pressed down. The hood popped up but the bulb didnt blink on to illuminate the various components under it. Marree called out to him. Jami, I do believe your truck is dead. He flicked his beam over different wires, sliding his fingers across them. There wasnt a disconnected cable or lead that he could feel. Everything appeared to be in place. He yanked the hood down and walked back to the drivers side where Marree sat. She chewed on her bottom lip. Jamison reached out and softy pulled it from her between her teeth. Stop fretting. Someone will drive by eventually. Did you try your cell phone? Does anybody know where you were taking me? Her pitch was dry.

Not exactly, but its a road people use all the time, Im sure. And my phone was getting static. Marree leaned forward and looked in both directions. This isnt a main road. No, its a short cut to the expressway according to the GPS. Good Goddess. You got me back here on some deserted lane in the middle of a swamp with heaven knows what. He crossed his arms. Still favor the drama too, I see. A mask of innocence covered her face. She blinked quickly for a few seconds. Hey, you wanted me. I was perfectly okay living my life with my daughter. Our daughter, he corrected Marree. A sharp whine split the air and cut across his cheek as he turned his head. An explosion of glass erupted from the passenger side window. He grabbed Marree, hauled her down, and covered her with his body as bullets pinged against the metal above them. Are you okay? He spoke low against her ear. Im fine. Guess Im not the only person youve pissed off, she replied dryly. I dont know what the Goddess was thinking pairing me with you. Can you get under the carriage? Are you still trying to insinuate something? Just that I need you to move your ass. We get to the other side of the vehicle and we can hide in the swamp. Id rather face the gunman. Its not me everyone is angry at. Move, Marree, or I will move you. He grunted as a bullet whizzed past his head. He followed her as she crawled under the truck.

Chapter Eight
Marree rose to a crouch on the other side of the big vehicle. The hail of gun fire which had she and Jamison taking cover ceased abruptly, and a tense silence fell over the swamp as if the nocturnal critters waited for something else to happen. Jamison grabbed her hand, yanking her arm when he moved to the slippery shoulder. They slid down the embankment. Cold water flooded her tennis shoes and her feet sunk into the muck. Son of a bitch! Sucking sounds could be heard every time she lifted her feet. Goo slipped beneath her heel when her foot slid out of her shoe. Jamison glanced over his shoulder. Put a move on it, babe. I want to put as much distance between us and the shooter as possible. She dropped down and swirled her hands through the debris strewn mud searching for her foot wear. Jamison doubled back and dropped to her eye level. We cannot stay here. Come on, Marree, we have to get past the trees. My shoe. I am not walking barefooted through this shit. Ill carry you. You cant lug me through the swamps! Her voice was rising. He wrapped his palm around her bicep. At least wed have a chance to survive instead of sitting out in the open to be picked off. For heavens sake, leave me and shift. You can slither away. I swear, Marree, we are really going to have to work on this melodramatic trait youve developed. He snatched her up. She lost her other shoe. Jamison scanned the area around them. At least try and keep your voice down. I hope whoever is after you takes a shot at your nuts, she whispered at his back. Even without balls I would still rock your world. Hell, if I was dickless after Im done you still wouldnt want another man, he volleyed back at her. Sludge permeated her socks and she slipped on the moss covered ground as they moved up the embankment. He tugged her along. High above them, the half-moon did little to illuminate their way. Somewhere in the distance ahead of them an owl hooted. She stared into the deeper shadows created by the dense tree groupings surrounding them. Her animal lurked around the fringes of her consciousness. The damn beast always showed but never really took over. Something or someone was still out there and she got the impression her animal was warning her of danger that was closer than she believed. Distracted by her thoughts, she slammed into Jamison. Surrounded by large oaks and big cypress with silvery moss hanging from the branches dancing in the wind like ghostly entities, they came to a stop. He cupped her cheek. Do you remember how to scale a tree? She snorted. Jamison interrupted her before she could say anything more. Listen, I need to circle back to the truck. Pick a tree and climb it. No, Ill go with you. Better yet, lets just walk parallel to the road under the cover of foliage. Her toes curled into the soft silt. Stay here. Im hoping whoever is after us wont look up. I wont be long. I bet if I were Tee or Mais you wouldnt think twice about accepting my help. The idea that he saw her as a hindrance sent a sharp pain through her chest. He sighed. You cant shift and if you go with me I need to be able to act quickly andif necessarykill. With you around I wont be able to do that competently.

So Im a liability? She uttered the words under her breath. Youre my mate and Goddess help anyone who tries to harm you. He turned her toward a tree and tapped her ass. Come on, get up there so Ill know youre safe. Marree leapt for the first branch and deftly climbed higher. When she looked down Jamison was gone. She scanned the area below her, narrowing her eyes to make out faint shapes. Something amazing happenedher vision changed to her beasts. Briefly she could make out faint reddish outlines of rats scurrying along the marsh floor. Shocked, she dipped backward and quickly grabbed a hold of the branch she was perched on. She blinked and her sight cleared. Fuck it. Marree shook her head in revolt. Here she sat in a tree waiting for some idiot to come play target practice on her ass. Sometimes she wondered if she had the word stupid tattooed on her forehead. Marree swung down, catching branches as she moved closer to the ground. She landed softly on Jamisons clothes that were haphazardly lying beneath her feet. The pop of gunfire sent her scrambling behind the trunk for cover. Her heartbeat sped up and she plastered herself to the rough bark. A cold sweat formed on her skin and her vision flipped between hers and her animals. She waited. No bullets tore through the vegetation around her. She inched forward, keeping her palm against the oak. She may not have grown up in the swamp and shed never been able to shift but no one screwed with her relatives, and as much as she hated to openly admit it, Jamison was the father of her child. He was family. Crossing the bog was her only option. She could find a camp or maybe a few hunters to help out. No matter, everyone carried guns and all she needed was one or two. Marree swooped down and snatched up Jamison clothes. Give her some time and she could kill a bitch with the best of her cousins. Hang on, Jami, help or a weapon is coming, Ill come back with whichever I find first. Marree took another glance in the direction she thought the SUV was and turned to take another route. As a snake, Jami wouldnt need his clothes, but she could definitely use them in the marsh. She knotted the slacks, shoes, and underwear in his shirt. Wrapping the bundle around her torso, she jogged deeper into the swamp. She would show Jamison she could watch his back and be the mate he needed. Her feet tangled in a tree root and she stumbled forward. Where the hell did that idea come from? Being his mate was a stretch, but she could at least help make sure they made it out the bayou alive. She rose to her feet and immediately started running. So much time had passed, Cheryl had been wrong. Tears blurred her vision. She could be everything and more to Jamison. Not an obstruction as that bitch of his mother had put it so many years ago. They were both looking forward to graduation. Their dreams were finally coming to fruition with her acceptance into School of Veterinary Medicine. He had his pick of law schools to attend. They would be active and contributing members of the Constrictor Clutch. She couldnt shift but, dammit, she could help those who could. Then Cheryl paid her a visit while Jamison was at the library. With a saccharine sweet smile she coaxed her way into their apartment. Marree jumped a log, landing on her feet. She kept moving as fast as she could over the waterlogged ground. The conversation she had with Jamisons mother played through her mind like a recorder. So desperate to impress Cheryl, her excitement was palpable when the woman showed up, unannounced. Marree had pulled out her best tea pot and the small service of china Loretta had given her for Christmas one year. It was the first time shed thought to use the thin bone white porcelain. Her happiness was quickly doused when his mom reached in her purse and pulled out a wad of cash. She met Marrees gaze with cool disdain. Heres ten thousand dollars. Yours. Youre welcome to take the money if you walk out my sons life right now. Marree had been at a loss for words. Cheryl paused before continuing. Not enough? She leaned forward and grabbed Marrees hand. Her palms had been leathery and bone chillingly cold. The skin on the back of her pale white fingers

was paper thin showing a network of blue tinged veins. I know you want to be a vet. Goddess knows Jamison has told me all about how you want to help shifters. She rolled her eyes. There are reasons people remain at certain stations in society. Sometimes clans arent meant to move up in the hierarchy. As Jamisons mother it is my job to protect him, and that includes keeping him safe from greedy young women who have no way of helping him in his pursuit of becoming our clutchs Alpha. Ive received some very disturbing reports including one which moved me to take this action. What the hell are you talking about? Marree tilted her head and the kettle started to whistle. She slid her hands free of the crazy womans grip. Im saying that I know youre pregnant and given your background I dont believe the child is my sons. Furthermore, I wont have you trying to saddle him with your bastard offspring. Marree rose from her chair and walked to the kitchen. She twisted the knob which turned off the stove and strode back into the small sitting area. The idea that someone was watching her and reporting to Jamisons mother sent uncomfortable shivers up her spine. I havent told anyone about our baby, she muttered. A smug knowing grin lifted Cheryls lips. Doesnt matter. I know and I have ways of finding out many things. So for the sake of child, Im feeling benevolent. Take the money on the table and Ill add an additional fifteen thousand to the pot. She reached into her purse and pulled out her checkbook and pen. That should help you with bills. Babies can be expensive. She scribbled in the register, tore off the slip and held out the thin rectangular piece of paper. You must pack your things and leave today. Im expecting good news, and I want you gone before Jamison is notified. She placed the check on top of the cash. I think Ill wait for Jami. Cheryls lips turned down. Her eyes flashed, exposing her beast before she masked her anger. Yes, lets. Of course I would hate to show him these pictures of you with that human boy youre always at the student center with. Jamis mother dug into her bag and pulled out a stack of pictures. The images didnt reflect two friends putting their head together to figure out a problem. Instead they portrayed lovers caught in a thrall of a secret meeting. Marree tossed them on the table. Like Jami would believe that. I dont know where you came from, and Loretta is tightlipped about your heritage, but do you really want to challenge me? Cheryl cocked a thin brow. Jamison will trust me. Im his mother and Ive always placed his wants ahead of my own. And he knows that. Even if he decides to stay with you he will always have the seed of doubt Ive planted, and it will overshadow everything he does with your bastard baby. Just leave now and save yourself of having to do it a few years from now. She leaned back in her seat. Ill let you think about it. Get out! Marrees stomach roiled. Vomit rose in her throat and she placed a protective hand over her belly. His mothers laughter rankled. When the woman didnt move, she marched to the other side of the room and started packing. If she spent any more time with Jamisons mother, she might strangle the woman. She only took a few things, sure Jami would come and find her once hed found out shed left. Cheryl watched her from beady eyes, tracking her movements as she hurried about the area. Once she had her things packed she passed by the bitch without a second glance at her or her money. She waited, but Jami never came for her. She fell face first on the ground. Marree spit out the dirt and tried to wipe it off her tongue with her hand. A tart, foul, grainy substance spread across her taste buds and she lurched forward on her knees as her gut rebelled. What little she had in her stomach burned her throat as she puked. She staggered to her feet and wiped the hand across her mouth. Something scuttled through the leaves and she skipped

to the side. Over the years Mais had tried to teach her how to track, and recently Sasha had begun to train her in self-defense moves. She would need both to get out of the situation she was in. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused on what was happening around her. Nocturnal creatures were making noise, so the smaller animals werent scared. She opened her eyes and lifted her arm to check her watch. In the dark she couldnt make out the hands on the face of her time piece. She looked up. The half-moon was more than halfway past its zenith. It had to be early morning; four, maybe five a.m. If nothing had happened to Jami, he should be able to find her easily. She marched over to a tree and checked to see which side the any plant growth was on. That moss always grew on the North side so she would need to head in the opposite direction. Betaille should have been South of her. First, she needed to rest. She doubled over and placed her palms on her knees, sucking in short breathes. The soles of her feet throbbed where she had run over the debris that littered the ground. Though her form never changed, she was a shifter and more important, a snake. At least thats what shed always been told. Therefore she would handle this like her pride demanded. She hefted the clothing bundle over her shoulder and marched on. One way or another she would find her way out of the bog and not once did she doubt that Jamison was okay. **** Kiele parked her rental truck behind the SUV. She would have never thought to take this road to the interstate. Whatever Jamison was up to, he must have been in a hurry. It would have taken forever to find him if she hadnt stuck a tracker under his fender. With the ease of familiarity, she slipped out of her four by four and soundlessly stalked over to Jamisons vehicle. Bullet holes riddled the drivers side. She glanced around, seeking the possible source of the gunfire. Leaning into the seat she noted the keys were still dangling from the ignition switch. She kept her gun low and her index finger on the trigger. After walking around the SUV, she crossed the two lane highway to check beyond the cover of foliage. A hundred yards away from the truck, she found a spent pile of casings. She crouched to pick up the empty cylinders, nine millimeter, semi-automatic. They were similar to the one shed found from the shot that had been fired at her the day before. She raised her chin and sniffed the air. Gun oil and powder tickled her nose. Kiele separated the scents, pushing past the metallic odors. The harsh smell of ammonia made her wrinkle her nose. That was anger and probably Jamisons. A thin underlying aroma of bitter almonds and perfume had to be Marrees confusion. Finally, she reached the stinging tang of cold resolve. The attacker. Kiele focused on that stench and followed the thread past Jamisons SUV into the water retention ditch. There was no stink of blood or death. She climbed up the embankment and walked to her truck to grab a few items. Before she took a trek into the marsh she needed to make a call. She opened the door and light from the interior cab spilled out onto the asphalt. She pulled her company cell from the door and pressed the avatar for Heinrich. She didnt bother to wait for him to speak. When the line clicked she immediately spoke. I dont know what game youre up to but I dont play well with others. Heinrichs grainy voice made his words sound jumbled. What the fuck are you talking about? She inserted a strand of steel in her voice. Kinda hard to do when youre trying to play me against another assassin. What? Your clan is the only one I hired. That isnt a bad idea considering you cant seem to do your damn job. Coyote, I will wipe you and every fucking member of your family off the face of this earth if you think for one minute you can double cross me. She pressed her lips close to the mouth piece and

continued. Actually Id do it for free and consider it a public service. Call off your dogs before you piss me off. Do you know who I am? Heinrich yelled. I can make you disappear with a snap of my fingers. You will complete your task and provide proof of death within twenty-four hours or you can bet that tight ass you will be the one Ill have eliminated next. Listen you Shadow Clan bitch. The contracts are signed and in the hands of the Volkshire pack. My targets death is a moot point. As for me, well, Im more valuable to your partners than you will ever be. I want the snake dead strictly on principle. I give less than a damn about the alliance. My plans exceed what your tiny brain can comprehend. Your superiors will be hearing all about your reluctance to complete your mission. Im okay with that, dog. Her accent thickened. I would suggest you start looking over your shoulder because when this task is done, Im coming for you. I bet my handler wont mind either. That pompous prick is probably tired of listening to your whiney ass also. She disconnected the call and reached into the back seat for her bag. It was time to go hunting. It had to be the same fucker shed tried to lure in to the deeper recesses of the bog. Something had spooked the bastard then, but she wouldnt lose her prey a second time. She grabbed a few grenades from her bag and strapped them to her belt. Why she always ended up with the cracked clients she would never understand. Just once shed like to have a housewife with a cheating spouse bent on revenge, a simple wham, bam youre dead, man. But, no, she always got the megalomaniacs with some serious mental issues. She pulled a few guns and clips out the duffle and slipped them in her holsters as well as her knife belt, which she secured low on her hips. Killing her competitor should be easy. Slit his throat and leave him where he dropped for the scavengers to pick apart. Goddess, but she loved this shit.

Chapter Nine
Jamison slithered across to the clearing to the tree in which he left Marree.. He flicked out his tongue and could taste her sugary scent. She was gone. He relaxed his muscles and fell to the ground, shifting in the process. Landing in a crouch, he rose and swiveled, taking in everything around him. His clothing had disappeared also. Hed left his slacks and shirt at the base of the old oak as a marker to find Marrees tree He walked in circles, widening his search area with every rotation. Frustrated, Jamison stuck out his tongue again. He picked up on the direction Marree headed by the strength of the fragrance she left in her wake and took off running. Within a few steps hed changed forms, dropping to the ground with a heavy thud. He moved faster as his beast sliding over fallen branches, through the overgrown vegetation, around roots and large stones. Guilt ate at him. If something happened to her, it would be his fault. She ran from him before. He should have expected her to run again. But hed determined to lure their attacker away from her. There was something off about the assailant. The unknown entity carried no discernible odor to reveal which clan he belonged to. Briefly he caught the sour scent of sweat and excitement, but it was quickly masked. Hed circled around the asshole, intent on catching this aggressor by surprise, wrap his coils around the guy so tightly hed break bone and split skin until there was nothing left to crush. When hed slithered under the brush the fella wasnt there. When hed moved in closer to investigate, bullets rained down on him from somewhere above and hed returned to the cover of the bushes. When the gunfire cut off, hed waited a few minutes before sliding down into a ravine, and used the sludge as natural cover to slink around the small hill. Too late. A few casings littered the ground but whoever was tracking them had slipped away. His first thought was of Marree. Determined to keep her safe, he moved over gravel and crossed into soft grasses that rubbed his belly as he moved through the swamp. He prayed Marree had remained hidden. She hadnt though, and now someone was searching for her just like he was. Creatures which snakes preyed upon scampered out of his way as he passed them. Marree must have been moving at an incredibly fast pace to have covered so much ground so quickly. He travelled farther into the marsh. Had he gone after her when shed first left him, their lives would have been significantly different. Hed come home from the library to find Marree gone and his mother sipping tea from his girlfriends treasured porcelain cups. Thats when it all started. Before he could question what the hell was going on his phone rang and it was the clan elders calling to offer him his clutchs Alphaship. Monroe, that old rattler, put pressure on him, telling him he had to make a decision immediately and then he spied the pictures scattered over the cocktail table. Half listening to the old snake spouting clutch procedures, he reached down and snatched up the photo to get a closer look of the people in damming image. Marree sat laughing, her head close to the man sitting beside her. It appeared as if they were sharing a secret, with the intimacy of a couple absorbed with each other. Confusion must have marred his features because his mother placed her palm over his hand and offered him a sad smile. He shook his head at Cheryls silent accusations. Monroe was still speaking, telling him he needed to return home to Rattler. So close to graduation, the first in his family to even go to college and it was all because Marree had believed in him. His mom pulled the photo from his fist and laid it on the table. Marree had left him and he was alone. His dreams were spinning beyond his control and there was no way he could stop it. The phone was tugged from his fingers and his mother tone dripped with sweetness. She assured Monroe that he would stand before the elders for a confirmation ceremony. The phone was tossed on the table and clattered against a dainty cup.

Son, this silly dream of yours to practice law ends now. Youve been chosen by the board of elders to lead our clan. Pack what you need and Ill send a servant to secure the rest of your things. But Marreegraduation? Marree is gone. She wasnt here when I arrived. Id heard the tribes council was tossing your name around and came to tell you immediately just in case. The door was open and the photos were lying about just as you found them. Cheryl sighed. Dont fret, sweetheart. College is for humans. After all, they must find some way to compensate for their shortcomings. She moved to stand in front of him and cupped his face in both her palms. Youre meant for much greater things. Imagine in a few short years you could be president of the shifters board. So many wonderful things are falling into place for you. That Marree girl would only hinder your success. We dont even know what she is. Anger burned hot, searing his soul. Marree is snake and a member of the Constrictor Clutch. Never forget that. He spoke those words with confidence, sure someone was playing a cruel joke on him. Realization cast his fury into despair and he buried that feeling of inadequacy deep in his soul. He wasnt beast enough to keep his mate. Hed been tossed aside for a human. With one last look at her image, he spun on his heel and went to the area where the bed hed shared with Marree was to pack a suitcase. His dreams of becoming a lawyer walked out the door with the woman hed thought had loved him unconditionally. In that moment hed figured all he had were his people and his mom. Had a snake been able to snort he would have done so. He should have questioned everything that happened that day. Instead hed been stupid and went blindly along with whatever the elders or Cheryl wanted. But they hadnt been able to control him for long and once hed gotten his clutchs finances into the black as well as taking care of the land dispute issues, hed up and left. Signed on to be an educator acting under the shifter council. That had actually been the best decision hed ever made and hed done it without the outside influence of his family. Funny how things happen. What he gone in search ofa mate and familythe Goddess had already taken care of. He came to a clearing and flicked his tongue. Marrees scent was stronger. She wasnt much farther ahead of him. He continued to follow the aromatic trail she left. He wouldnt make the same mistake hed made years ago. Marree was the other half of his soul, she always had been and he would happily swallow any motherfucker whole who tried to hurt her. The sun was rising on the horizon. Rays of muted light broke through the dense canopy of tree tops and dotted the bayou. He stopped at the edge of inlet and stared across the surface of the water to the lone broken houseboat floating gently.. He knew exactly where she was. **** Marree aimed the twenty-two rifle at the entrance to the interior of the small floating home. Shed caught an unfamiliar smell and holed up in the first place she could find. Finding the old gun behind the door had been pure luck on her part. Fear filled her, making her muscles knot with tension. Jamison should have been able to catch up with her by now. The sun was coming up and she hadnt seen him. She didnt believe he was dead but she couldnt be sure if he wasnt badly hurt. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. When the sun was higher she would go looking for him. The gun was loaded and she was comfortable in her seat facing the door. The gun wouldnt do much far away, but close up she could easily stop some assholes heart by putting a bullet through it. Her animal glided through her mind, just out of her reach. An image of razor sharp claws flashed before a burning pain tore through her temple. I swear I cant leave you alone for five minutes before you bolt. Jamisons declared as he came climbed through the glassless window. She rose and swung around with the gun still tightly held in her grip.

Whoa. Drops of water rolled down his chest. He sat on the window sill and held his hands palms up. Why does it always come down to guns between us? Has anyone ever told you, you have a proclivity for violence? Marree lowered the weapon and stared at Jamison. Where the hell have you been? Goddess weve been mated all of three days and already youre nagging? He offered her a lopsided grin. I will shoot youin the balls. It will be interesting to see if you can keep your word. He drew his brows together. Come again? Never mind. She sighed. He stalked up to her and pushed the barrel of the gun to the side. Did you miss me, Marree? Were you worried about me? He caressed her cheek. Nope. She turned her head. Jamison tugged at her chin with his finger until she faced him. Liar. I told you to stay put and you didnt do as I asked. I went to search for help. She challenged his gaze. Youre going to have to learn to trust me, Ree. I see thats something Ill have to teach you. What? Dont start that nonsense again. This wont do. Jamison glanced around before gripping her by the waist and lifting her off her feet. He marched a few feet to the bed tucked in the corner of the small room. He tossed her on the mattress. The firearm fell with a clack on the floor. She bounced, sending a faint cloud of dust flying into the air. Marree coughed and raised her hand. You could have at least taken off the furniture covering first. Youre a strange woman, Marree. I never know what kind of comments will fall from those luscious lips. His knee sunk into the bedding as he climbed between her legs. She leaned back. Im still a liability, Jami. Nothing has changed. I believe it was Cheryl who put it so eloquently. Marree tapped her mouth with a finger. Im no better than a human were her words, if I remember correctly. Ask me if I care? He leaned forward placing a hand on each side of her head. Can we not talk about my mother? Just the mention of her name can be a real mood killer. Marree glanced down his body. The full length of his cock grew rigid and jerked knocking against the inside of her thigh. She swallowed and lifted her eyes to meet his gaze. I brought your clothes with me. She tilted her head. Theyre in the corner. He smirked. I dont think I need them at the moment. He lowered his forehead to touch hers. Accept my claim, Marree. I need you like I need my next breath and I cant lose you again. She closed her eyes, skimmed her hand over his head and gripped the back of his neck. Prove to me youre worth a second chance. She pressed her lips against his. His neck muscles tensed beneath her fingers and she gently kneaded them until she felt him relax. She worked her hands across his shoulders and down his triceps. He kept his arms stiff to hover above her. When he didnt respond to her kiss, her eyes fluttered open to meet his intense gaze. She laid back and crossed her arms underneath her head. Time seemed to still as they stared at each other. His honey-colored irises swirled like molten gold and the hint of fang protruded over his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, only to snap it shut before opening it again. So what if you never shift, or if our children cant. I dont care. His gruff tone belied the seriousness of his statement. Tears welled under her lids. I cant complete a claiming, Jami. I know Im a shifter. I can feel my

beast on the edge of my mind every now and then but I have not, and probably never will, change form. I have no way of proving my value to you. He eased onto his side and rested against her body, supporting his head in his hand. He slid his palm underneath her shirt. Her stomach quivered beneath his cold touch. Jami rolled the fabric as he skimmed his fingers up her torso. He laid a palm in the center of her chest. As long as you allow me into your heart, I dont give a damn what anyone else thinks. Jamison cupped her breast. He squeezed and her nipple hardened into an erect point. His lips brushed the shell of her ear and her breath caught in her chest. You are so beautiful. Touch yourself for me. Marree looked down his body, then down her own. Not once had she ever masturbated in front of an audience. She knew how to give herself pleasure, usually late at night, secure in her own bed shrouded under a multitude of covers. And once she was done she would turn over and drift off to sleep. She swallowed. He released her heavy orb and took possession of the other, massaging her tit through the thin satin of her bra. Sensations whirled through her. He pinched her rigid tip and pleasure bloomed to send prickles along her skin. She exhaled and skated her palms across her belly to the waist band of her slacks. The buttons snapped with ease and the zipper gave way as she pressed her palm through the trimmed wiry curls on her pussy. Marree slid her fingers over her clit. She rolled her hips and a gratified moan escaped through her lips. Her digits glided over the soft tissue of her labia. His mouth replaced his hands, he rolled the turgid tip of her breast across his tongue and the suns bright beam shone on him reflecting off the tiny beads of sweat which dotted his head and shoulders. The rough texture of his tongue lapping against her areola sent sparks of electricity leaping from one nerve ending to another. She squirmed and pulled her fingers back, grazing her little bud. Jamison sucked her nipple between his lips and swept his head back and forth, rubbing the edge of his teeth over her taut tip. Marrees eyes drifted shut. She circled her clit, pinching and pressing down on the tiny bundle of nerves. Pressure coalesced in her belly like the feather light touch of thousands of butterfly wings. She moved her fingers faster and opened her mouth to take in gulps of air. Color became vibrant and the dingy white walls surrounding them took on an ethereal glow. Her beast scurried in the deeper darkness of her conscious mind and she reached out to her animal. Currents increased, sparking through her. She slipped a finger through her folds and pushed into her passage. Her vaginal muscles undulated around her digit. She pulled it free and shoved it deeper. Yes, baby. So damn beautiful, Jamison muttered in a reverent whisper. He followed the contours of her body and trailed his fingers along her arm to cover her hand with his palm as she brought herself to climax. Colors formed a kaleidoscope, blending shapes into beautiful pictures in her minds eye. She pressed her head into the mattress as the silhouettes fell away, leaving her on the precipice of a deep, blissful abyss. Tingles zapped through her system, making her curl her toes. Stop. Jamison stilled her hand. Ooow-w-what. Her eyes snapped open. She had been so close to her world imploding. He tugged her finger from her channel and lifted it to his mouth. Jamison sucked her juice coated digit clean. Her pussy throbbed and she shuddered. Exhaling, she lifted her gaze to meet his. Do you trust me? He slid down and ran his tongue around her belly button. She nodded, unable to speak as tension coiled in her stomach. I want to hear you say the words, Marree. He shoved his hands down her pants. Slowly he backed up and stripped them off her legs to drop them on the floor. He looked up and cocked a brow. Now where were we? When she didnt answer he continued, Tell me, Marree.

Yes. She cleared her throat. I trust you. He pulled the mud covered socks from her feet. Leaning down, he kissed her ankle. Jamison brushed his lips against her calf and the inside of her thigh. Working his way upward he dropped little pecks along her ribcage and up the curve of her breast, stopping at the mates mark hed left on her neck. The hard length of his shaft fit in the apex of her thighs. Marree spread her legs wider and his cock slipped flush against her sheath. He caged her torso with his arms and stroked her cheek. I swear lying here with you feels like Ive come home. I might evict your ass if you dont finish what you started. She wiggled her hips. Ever the impatient one. He tweaked her nipple. Jamison reached between them and guided his rod into her channel. She thrust her pelvis up to grind against his and a series of pleasing, escalating moans filled the room. He reared up and she wound her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close. Marree glanced at his face. His jaw was set and his eyes were squeezed shut. Sweat coated his skin and his tendons bulged in his neck. He lunged into her body, driving deep. Each plunge drove them farther up the bed. She gripped his back, digging her nails in and scratching his flesh to leave her mark. She pulled herself up to his chest and pressed an open mouth kiss to his neck, licking the constricted muscle. He grunted and flipped, yanking her with him. She sat astride his pelvis, his dick filling her channel and Marree rolled her hips forward. He clamped his hands on her waist and she rose up on her knees. Marree eased up until only the tip of his rod rested at the mouth of her passage. He yanked her down as he thrust his hips up. The throbbing returned, building in her belly. She leaned forward and splayed her palms on his chest. Her beast skimmed her consciousness and a flash of mottled gray filled her mind. Moisture clung to her arms and torso and rocked her pelvis, meeting his every drive. She dropped her head and looked into his eyes. His gaze widened and a slow, carnal smile lifted the corners of his lips. He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and grunted, plunging faster and deeper. She bowed her body and the chasm opened, engulfing her in darkness. A pinpoint of light widened and grew. Jamison stood in the in the center of the void with his arms open. The muscles in her thighs tensed. He drove his dick up touching her core and she stepped off the edge, falling. Her whines morphed into screams as her orgasm rumbled through her. His body tensed beneath her and he held her down on his shaft. He shuddered as he hissed, Mine! Marrees lids fluttered closed and she toppled to his chest. He enfolded her in his strong arms and kissed her temple. She snuggled into the crook of his neck. I accept your claim. Hmmm, I never doubted that you would. He chuckled. She grinned against his skin. You can be a real ass sometimes. Marree? Yes, Jami. One day youll shift. He hugged her closer. I doubt it, but to know you believe that feels good. I dont think it will happen. I know it will happen. She eased up, breaking his hold. And just how can you be so sure? One side of his mouth lifted up and his gaze searched her face. Its simple. I saw your beast.

Chapter Ten
Kiele spied the raggedy, partially submerged houseboat. No doubt, Marree and Jamison were hunkered down in there, at least for the time being. Studying the ground, she spied a deep foot print in the loamy soil. She dropped to one knee to get a closer look. Based on the detail of the track her prey wasnt traveling light. Kiele tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. Why would a shifter travel with so much? They were predators, people who usually took only what was needed and used their natural weapons. She bent down and sniffed the ground, straightened and dipped again to get another whiff. What the hell? Deer? There was no such thing as a deer shifter, and if there ever was, the poor bastards probably got eaten before they could flourish. She smirked at the idea of a herd of men running while female shifters chased them down and wrinkled her nose. Running down a lesser male wouldnt be very much fun. She slinked away from the print, disappearing into the bushes. Humans would sometimes use deer hormones to cover their scent while hunting. But who the hell would send a human into a den of shifters? Heinrich was bat shit crazy but not stupid. She followed the trail to a levee. The land bridge would lead to the other side of the inlet and right to the sunken side of the houseboat. She stopped on top of the knoll and crouched low, using the shrubbery for cover. A faint crack alerted her that she was no longer alone, and his scent told her exactly who was sneaking up behind her. Pretending shed heard nothing, she continued to stare ahead. A light air current tickled her neck. Kiele leaned forward and swiveled around with her leg extended. The person behind her fell back with a thud. She pulled her limbs under her, yanked two knives from her belt and rose up. Its been a long time, Le. You still look good for a dead woman. Loubel gazed up at her with a curious smirk on his lips. Dammit Loubel, I could have killed you, Kiele whispered. She couldnt resist returning his smile with a bright grin of her own. Youre not supposed to be here. Youre not either, bebe. So tell me why youre on the back end of my territory. He stood and dusted off his legs. Still love those clove cigs. I caught your sent miles awaywhen you first came to town. Loubel. He crossed his arms. You make my name sound like a prayer. Talk to me, Le. Why is it whenever youre close I have to chase you down, hmm? I thought we had an understanding. If daddy knew I was here and you knew, he would kill you. She sighed. Thats my risk to take. That old bastard already knocked down all our houses when he thought I was the reason youd gone missing. Yeah. Daddy does kinda lose his mind when he goes into one of his rages. Kinda? Were mated Le. Percel cant change that. Your fucking family will get over it. That is, if we ever tell them. His annoyance rolled off him in waves. She rubbed the tattoo covered scar on her neck. I had to leave and you know it. You know why. Stop trying to make me feel guilty. She didnt hide the submissive tone in her voice. Loubel was the only man she was willing to beg for. Is it working? Youre killing me, Le. Ive done what you asked, watched over Marree, kept an eye out for your family. Its been five years. Come home. He stepped in close and grazed his fingertips over the coiled snake tattoo on the hollow under her ear. I need to tie up a few loose ends. I swear well be together soon. She caught his hand and brushed her lips against his knuckles. He closed his eyes and exhaled. I should have never let you go.

You didnt have a choice. She moved against his body, enfolding her arms around his waist. Not much longer, baby. Kiele pushed her nose into the crook of his neck and inhaled, holding his fresh water smell in her lungs. Loved the little altercation between you and Jamison, by the way. Loubel chuckled against her temple. Jamison is a self-righteous prick but he does care about shifters, and I believe he loves Marree. I enjoy making him work to prove it. Its the little things, ya know? Bullshit, you just like to cause trouble. Always have. She hugged him tighter. Is that anaconda the reason youre here? He wrapped his muscular arms around her shoulders. Yeah. But Ill work it out, and if things go the way I plan, we will have a hell of a fight on our hands once Im back. He reared back and cupped her face with his hands. Let em come, baby. Poison is my middle name. Ill leave the motherfuckers in the ditches as a warning. Loubel dipped his head and nipped her ear. Her pussy pulsed in response. She shuddered and tamped down the building desire. Lets have some fun. Im always up for a little entertainment. He nuzzled her neck. She pulled back. Not that kind, lover. I believe we have a human hunter stalking Jamison and Marree. A human? Hell, let Jamison handle that. I can think of more interesting things to do. Loubel! He shrugged. Fine. But Im getting tired of all this secret shit. Ill make it worth your while. Youll do more than that, Le. He yanked her flush against him. His cock thumped her thigh. Come on, Loubel. I want to take care of this. You dont need my help, Le. He ground his pelvis against hers. Is that a grenade? Yeah. Want one? Naw, got some in the closet at the house. So what do you want me to do, Kiele? Find the hunter. I want intel about who hired him. Then of course youre welcome to kill the asshole. Goddess, woman, I miss you. She lifted her chin and traced his lips with her tongue before pulling away. Soon, bebe. Now help me find the SOB, please. Only because you said please. He pressed his lips to her temple. What about Jamison and Marree? Theyre in the broke down house boat. You came looking for me. Tell them you were looking for them. How did you get here anyway? He snorted. Followed your scent. I got the airboat sitting on the other side of the levee. I bet your hunter is sitting in-front of the boat, waiting to pick them off as they come out. Thats what Im thinking. So, toss the petite bomb and blow the bitch out the brush. I, umm, didnt want to disturb the lovebirds. Dont tell me you didnt hear them? Fuck that. He started removing clothes. If I cant get any, why should they? Ill get your information, and when he comes running out in the open put a bullet in the bastards head. Loubel tossed over his shoulder. I love you, Loubel. As you should, Kiele. See me before you leave. Dont make me come looking for you again. He walked between leafy branches and was swallowed up by the marsh.

**** Jamison eased Marrees head off his shoulder and scooted to the edge of the bed. He walked to the corner and snatched up his clothes to put them on. Their attacker was out there, and he still had to get them to safety. He dropped the bundle. It would be better if he checked their surroundings first. Marree was still sleeping. A few minutes, he could go out, look around and be back before she knew he was gone. He picked up the rusty twenty-two shed aimed at him and shook his head. The old gun was more likely to backfire than shoot straight. With the barrel firmly in his grip he climbed out the window hed come through and dropped the old rifle in the water. He walked along the edge to where the bow was submerged and leaned on the old rail, listening to it groan under his weight as tiny rust particles covered his feet. He caught a burst of colorful movement in his peripheral vision. When he focused on the spot, nothing was there. He took a few steps into the water and climbed over the submerged bar. Water sloshed up his knees when he jumped into the inlet. He knew those vibrant striations. The question was what the hell was Loubel doing out in the middle of nowhere? His steps were quiet as he moved through the lily pads that dotted the shoreline and stopped short. A camouflaged man that appeared to have vegetation growing out of his clothes backed out of the bushes with a snake gripped in a brawny fist. The tail of the animal was curled up a burly arm. The reek of ammonia with the underlying scent of a mammal floated to him. Some sort of urine. He narrowed his eyes and studied the scene. The hunter swung around and met Jamisons gaze. His eyes widened in panic. He gripped the snake with his other hand when the animal darted its head. Jamison shifted. The guy stumbled back his fingers wrapped around Loubels throat. A strangled cry fell from his lips as Jamison slithered up his leg looking for a way to coil around his body. Anger burned in his belly as he slipped under his assailants back and started to twist around the man. Loubel darted his head. He sunk his fangs into the guys forearms and was immediately released. He changed forms and rose to stand above the now prone figure of the hunter tightly bound by Jamison. Loubel sat down and pursed his lips. The muscles rippled along Jamisons frame as he slowly constricted. A snap and crunch brought tears to the mans eyes as he tried to wiggle free of the hold. His clothes rustled and chafed at Jamisons skin. He squeezed tighter and hunter wheezed as he gasped for breath. Uh, Jamison, as much as I would enjoy watching you kill this guy, I already promised someone that honor and I need a little information, so could you let up, eh? Loubel crossed his feet at the ankles and leaned back. Jamison raised his head and stared at Loubel. The viper cocked a brow. No? But then we will never know who sent him. Jamison weaved back and forth. He dropped his head on the guys shoulder. Warmth spread over his belly and the distinct odor of human urine wafted across his tongue. He loosened his hold. Loubel waved his hand. Damn, son, man up. Now, my friend here he glanced at Jamison, and I use that term loosely, would like to know why the hell you been hunting him? The hunter pressed his lips in a tight line. Alrighty then. Look like you going to die anyway. You can go quick or the way ole Jamison plans, slow and painful. Loubel pulled his feet under him. Jamison tensed and disconnected his jaw to widen his mouth. Wait! The gunmen whined. Deep cervices bracketed his mouth. He peered at them from blood shot eyes. Release me and Ill tell you whatever you want to know. Or we could kill you and just figure it all out ourselves. Loubel rose. Hold on. Ill tell you the name of my target.

Truly, you a bad gambler. Loubel turned and started walking. Jamison tautened and several more pops rent the air combined with the hunters screams. He didnt care who the target was but he was curious about who hired a human to assassinate a shifter. Loubel was probably interested too. He moved in front of the mans face and hissed. Ill tell you who contracted the hit! The guys scream came out closer to whimper. Loubel stopped but didnt turn around. Were listening. A woman by the name of Cheryl Conda wire-transferred twenty-five thousand dollars into m-my account and emailed me a picture, along with all of the pertinent information about my target. And that is? Loubel asked coldly. Marree Cottons. Shock surged through Jamison. In his anger, he took out his frustrations on the hunter, squeezing until the guys eyes bulged. A shot rang through the air, and a small spot of red appeared in the center of the mans head. Blood splattered Jamisons upper body. He shifted to his human form. What the fuck, Loubel! The asshole was already dead from the moment I bit him. Boy you got bigger fish to fry. Thank the Goddess your maman either lacks the sense or the connections to hire a decent killer. My boat is across the levee. Get Marree and meet me there. Percel and the others need to know about this. Loubel continued walking. How the hell did you find us? Tension knotted Jamison muscles. If youve come for her, Marree is mine. The claiming is complete. Loubel turned and stared at him, the corners his mouth slightly turned down. About time. Think, dumbass. If your mama sent someone to kill Marree, she isnt above hurting a child. How do we know there isnt a second assassin out there gunning for your daughter? Loubels hair brushed his shoulders as he shook his head. Calm your nerves, snake. I have no interest in Marree, at least not like you think. I have my own ghosts to chase down. He spun on his heel and hiked along the waters edge.

Chapter Eleven
Jamison threw the door open, and the bang of it hitting the adjacent wall jerked Marree out of a deep slumber. Her clothing was tossed on the bed as he stomped to the corner to retrieve his own outfit. Shed rubbed her eyes to clear her vision and took in the room. Nothing had changed in the dingy interior, but she could feel anger flooding the area and it was pouring off Jamison. The grim set of his mouth and the way his jaw muscle ticked had her hurrying from the bed and approaching him. The multi-colored, winged serpent that filled the width of his back and shoulders seemed to rise off his skin when he bent to put on his pants. She bit the inside of her lip and laid a hand on his arm. He straightened and half turned, leaving his slacks unbuttoned. Get your clothes on, Ree, we need to get back to Betaille. The blood splatter across his chest sent the alarm bells ringing in her head. She crossed her arms. How exactly are we going to do that? Loubel is here. Worry welled up in her belly. Please tell me thats not Loubels blood. What? No! This belongs to the guy that tried to kill us. She could feel an ache building at the base of her skull. Youre not making sense. Ill explain later. Get your clothes on, babe. Loubel is waiting for us on his airboat. Shed rushed through dressing, skipping her crusty, mud-hardened socks. Jamison took her along the other side of the wreck for them to exit. He lifted her over the railing and drew her along the waterline making sure her path was clear. She glanced over and caught site of what she thought was vegetation, until she saw the hand sticking through the foliage. The pounding in her head intensified. She stopped, resisting the tug on her hand by Jamison. He backtracked and stood beside her. We need to get home, Ree. I want to make sure Karma is safe. She stared up at Jamison and saw the concern in his eyes. Why? Jamison nodded toward the prone figure on the shore. Because he was hired by my mother to kill you and I cant be sure our daughter is okay. Panic churned in her belly and she swallowed the saliva filling her mouth. Her beast bristled. Jami, dont take this the wrong way, but I will kill your mama. Not if I get to her first. His fangs lengthened. He twined his fingers between hers and started jogging toward the little hill. They moved up the levee within minutes. She kept slipping on the moss-like ground covering on the descent, tightening her grasp on his hand every time her feet slid over the rocks. Loubels air boat bobbed in the slow current. Sunglasses hid his eyes but he was clearly agitated, holding the crafts gear in a pale knuckle grip. She nodded and he returned the gesture. Marree took the seat below him and next to Jamison. Loubel turned the key and the fan started, increasing its speed with every rotation. Metal blades whipped the air and echoed through the narrow tributary. She glanced up the hill and leaned in, narrowing her eyes. Someone was standing just beyond the tree line. Kiele briefly stepped into the suns beams and did the little finger wave she use to do when they said goodbye to each other. Marree rubbed her eyes and looked again. Her best friend was gone. She slumped in her seat and Jamison tilted to the side to get her attention. Marree looked at him then twisted in her seat to stare at Loubel. Both men acted as if they hadnt seen anything. Jamison lifted his chin and shook his head. She curled her lips up at the corners in a rueful smile and flicked her hand to tell him it was nothing. What the hell was going on? No one had seen Kiele in a little over five years. And the woman appears out of nowhere?

Thoughts about her entire situation tumbled around each other in her head. First, she needed to get to Karma and make sure her baby was safe. She knew Sint would kill for any child in her care but if Cheryl was willing to hire people to do her dirty work, Marree wondered how effective Sint would be against professional killers. She closed her eyes. Her beast brushed through her mind just out of reach. The ripple of scales just below her skin made her limbs itch and she grazed her hands over her arms. Loubel shifted gears and the airboat increased in velocity. Marree opened her eyes and brushed at the wisps of hair blowing in her face. She was almost thrust out of her chair when Loubel took a tight turn. The rim of the craft skimmed the surface and large droplets of water soaked her shirt. Jamison grabbed her hand. She glanced down and he gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. The engine whined as Loubel worked the mechanisms, sending the airboat into a spin when he quickly changed directions. Stilt houses rose out of Bayou Animaux. As they got closer to the circle of structures the Betailles Alphas lived in, she noticed a stretch limo between the pylons. It was parked in front of Percels and Sints home. Panic made her tremble. Was she too late? Had Cheryl gotten a hold of her child? Loubel ran the airboat aground and Marree didnt wait. She pinched the buckle to free the belt and leapt over the side. Gravel bit into her bare feet as she raced around the side to the front of the house. Sint stood in front of her screen door with her arms crossed. Cheryl was flinging her hands in Sints face. Marree stopped cold and stared at them. Time had not been good to Jamisons mother. Her once luscious blonde tresses were now all white. Shed pulled her hair back in a severe bun. Still reed thin, her designer clothing hung off of narrow shoulders and her pants were belted tightly at her waist. In the sunlight Cheryl, so pale, looked washed out. Karma stuck her head out the door and Sint shooed her back behind the screen. Marree formed fists at her side as her building rage claimed her reason. Get the fuck away from my baby! Sint and Cheryl turned to face her simultaneously. She ignored Jamisons attempts to get her attention and marched toward the stairs. Karma rushed outside and ran past Sint to the railing. Hi, mama! Her little girl screamed when Cheryl yanked the child up by her clothes and twirled Karma around to face her. Cheryl said something Marree couldnt make out and began to shake her daughter. Marrees animal came to the forefront of her mind and she let the creature engulf her. Bone broke and reformed, extending her vertebrae. A tail formed from the augmentation. Scales erupted from her skin layering along her body like armor. She collapsed to her knees. Her vision changed and her chin jutted forward as double rows of serrated teeth filled her top and bottom gums. Thick mucus-like saliva filed her mouth. Temporarily blinded by her clothing, she thrashed her body, sprinting out of the first opening she could find. She opened her mouth and a low pitched holler escaped through her lips. Ill be damn! Marree, a lizard. A mighty big one at that. Loubel snorted. Thats no ordinary lizardthat is a Komodo dragon. Jamison inched toward her. Marree, honey, I know this is all new to you, but you have to get control of your animal. To hell with that . She whipped her tail and focused on the stunned woman still holding her little girl. With a deep grunt she took off running. Her lizard wanted retribution for the lost years she could have spent with Jamison, for the attack on her baby, and for the first time she understood the need to sink her teeth into someone and tear them apart until there was nothing left. Her talons clicked on the wood as she climbed the stairs and her tail lashed back and forth with each step. She eased over the landing and licked the air with her tongue. Cheryl backed up, flinging Karma around to face her as she tried to use her child as a shield. Sint slowly backed away and quietly opened her door to slip behind the thin barrier. Help me! Cheryl screeched at Sint. Marree twisted her head in Sints direction.

Sint shook her head. You have lost you fucking mind. Marree finally shifted and I dont know who has control. Nope, dumb ass, your best bet is to put Karma down and dive over the railing. Karma giggled. Mommy, you pretty. Cheryl glanced over her shoulder. Thats a twenty foot drop. Your sister raised her. Do something. Uh-huh, wait until I call Loretta and tell her what Marree is. Whoo, that child is a big one. Excitement threaded Sints voice. Marree prowled over the deck. Footsteps coming up from behind her had her spinning around. Jamison stood on the top step staring at her. He moved up to the landing and her creature scraped at her mind. His fresh water scent washed over her and her lizard calmed. Son, thank Goddess youre here. You must do something, Cheryl cried. Hi daddy! Karma waved a little palm. Marree scuttled back and Jamison was silent for a few seconds. I had to explain to little Ms. Karma who you were and why you were spending so much time with her momma, Sint called out from behind the screen. Marree opened her mouth to tell Sint to mind her own damn business and a shriek came out instead. Everybody backed up. Mother, put Karma down. Youre only irritating Marree by holding her. Ill put the child down when you call off your bitch. Jamison sighed and stalked closer, standing next to Marrees tail. Why are you even here? I wanted to be here for you in your time of need. There was a vicious rumor spreading that that thing She cleared her throat. Marree was dead. I made flight arrangements right after we spoke on the phone. Marree scurried forward. Cheryl swung Karma over the railing. Her little legs dangled in the air. As you can see, Marree is quite alive. Your concerns were unfounded. Jamison moved past Marree. I have to admit I may have been wrong about the girl. The child favors you. Cheryl sniffed. Yes, Karma does. So why would you want to threaten your granddaughter? Jamison continued to get closer to his mother. Marree watched and waited. She would let Jamison take the lead. She willed him to get their baby to safety. Honestly, who comes up with these names? Jamison, you need to take custody of your child. I have the perfect name for her. Yes maam, and what would that be? Chastity. Had you been a girl I would have named you that. She pulled Karma back onto the deck. My name is Karma and Im a badas Karma reiterated. Jamison interrupted her. Of course you are, Karma. Mother, please give me my daughter. He sidled up to Cheryl. The older woman stared at Jamison and thrust the child in his direction. Once he had his arms around their child, Marree dashed forward and, using her tail to propel her, clamped down on Cheryls forearm. Blood filled her mouth as bone shattered under the pressure of her bite. Cheryl stumbled back, flailing her arm. She flung her limb against the railing and Marree went over the bannister. Her weight dragged Cheryl over with her and they both fell. ****

Jamison leaned a shoulder against the door jamb and stared at his sleeping daughter. Marree slipped an arm around his waist and eased in beside him to lay her head on his bicep. Karma clutched the stuffed snake Jamison had given her close to her, with her head burrowed between the fake animal and her pillow. You know youre spoiling her. She doesnt need every toy you see in the store, Marree murmured. He placed a kiss on the top of Marrees head. I have a lot of time to make up for. Karma only needs to know you love her. She has that, too. He pushed off the molding and swiveled to catch Marree against his body. He skimmed his hand across the cool fabric of her nightie. Are you packed? Yeah. But remember my associate can only cover my office for two weeks. She reared back against his hold to stare up at him. I understand. In a few weeks I may not be the Alpha of the Constrictor Clutch. The elders want to talk with me but havent said anything beyond the summons, and if Im no longer the leader to my people then my position on the Council is also null and void. Monroe wont dismiss you. She rubbed her forehead over his chest. Blame me. Hell, Im the one that tried to kill Cheryl. But you didnt. I was rather impressed that you actually treated her concussion, arm wound and broken leg. That was big of you. Oh how I wish I hadnt though. I mean, I was seriously conflicted. Fix her or put her down. I was kinda hoping she would die from my bite. Banishment is too good for your mom. Its a punishment that will eat at her every day. Jamison combed his fingers through her short hair. And something Im tired of talking about. Whatever happens tomorrow Im okay with. I have you and Karma. Sint even smiled at me today. Marree barked out laughter and covered her mouth with her hand. She took his hand and backed away tugging him with her. The sound of her melodic laughter made him grin as he followed her along the hallway. So tell me what is going on in that head of yours? He stopped at their bedroom door. Im thinking you have way too much on your mind and need to de-stress in the worst way. Really? Yep. She unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper then sauntered into the room. You might want to take those off. Marree tossed the words over her shoulder. He reached behind him and firmly shut their bedroom door. Jamison slipped the denim material over his hips and hopped to remove the pants from his legs. She sat down on the bed in front of him and slowly swung her legs back and forth. He caught glimpses of her neatly trimmed pussy and his cock hardened in response. She crooked a finger and he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and wrenched over his head, throwing it behind him. Marree scooted farther up the mattress as he strode closer to her. Marree came up on her hands and knees, crawling toward him. She trailed her palms up his chest and around his neck. His cock jerked in anticipation. He reveled in the sensations created when she pressed flush against him and dropped minute kisses against his throat. Want to play with me? Always. His tone came out in a husky tenor. Marree backed away and lifted her nightgown up over her arms. I was thinking Uh-huh. He set a knee on the bed. Seriously, how do you feel about a little sixty-nine? She arched a brow. His heart stopped for a moment. Goddess, but I love that you are a freak. Lay down. She shook her head. Nope, not this time baby. Tonight I get to be on top. Marree scooted to the

side and patted the mattress. He lay back and folded his arms under his head to rest against them. Okay now what? She angled her body and swung around, placing her knees on each side of his head. Her breath flowed over his erection and she slid her hands up his inner thighs. With every lunge forward her nether-lips came closer to his mouth. He gripped her hips and positioned her so that her body was in line with his. Jamison traced his index finger along her labia and she wiggled her hips. Her scent wrapped him in cocoon of carnality. Right then they were the only two people in the world. Her head and torso dipped, and the warmth and moisture of her mouth enveloping his shaft made him grit his teeth. He splayed her ass cheeks in his hands and hauled her down to lick the length of her pussy from her clit to her pucker. His balls drew up when his cock hit the back of her throat and she moaned. The sound reverberated through him. Jamison lifted his head and pointed his tongue, pushing it against the tight ring of muscle of her rosebud. She whimpered. He skimmed his palm along her waist and around to the inside of her thigh. Shoving her legs wider he flicked her clit with his digit. Marree rocked on her knees, thrusting back against his tongue as he rubbed her nubbin. Her juices coated his lips and chin. Tension built in his balls as smooth palms enfolded the base of his dick.He grunted. And his tongue slid past her anus. Her body jerked and he tightened his hold on her hips. She scraped her nails against his balls then the gentle lap of her tongue had him bowing off the bed. Jamison moaned and trailed his fingers along the inside of her slit. He tenderly separated her folds before driving his fingers into her passage. Her legs shook. Tendrils of feeling climbed his spine, picking up speed with each stroke of her tongue. She ground her pelvis down against his hand. He darted his tongue faster. His hips moved of their own volition, lunging up, pushing his penis farther into her mouth before withdrawing and thrusting forward again. Vibrations flooded his body and coursed through him like a freight train as he came. He slid his hand forward and pinched her tiny bundle of nerves. She bucked against his face, yelling as she gave into her release. She shuddered again. And he held her pelvis up, lapping at her cream. She pulled away and swung her leg over his head, twisting her body so they were face to face. A satisfied smile spread across her face as she wiped at the corners of her mouth. Marree straddled his legs. He rose up on his arms and met her gaze. You do know were not done? She arched a thin brow. I hope not. You have several years to make up for. She leaned down and covered his mouth with hers, dueling with his tongue. Jamison wrapped his arms around her in a tight bear hug. He flipped them over and deepened the kiss. The flavor of their co-mingled essences burst across his taste buds. Rising up on one arm, he broke the kiss and cupped her cheek. He positioned himself between her thighs and slowly slid into her channel. She lifted her legs and locked her ankles at the small of his back. Her undulating passage caressed his cock. He eased back and plunged into her opening again. She met him thrust for thrust, latching onto his shoulders and lifting her form up to his. He covered her mouth with his, absorbing her screams into his body as the first waves of her second orgasm crashed into through her. Her body quaked. He held her tight, continuing to plunge into her body. Jamison tossed his head back, his hiss filled the room, and his body shuddered from the depth of his orgasm. Still he kept stroking, his dick deep within her channel until he was sure he touched her womb and emptied himself into her body. Jamison fell to the side, pulling her with him. Jami? Yeah? He rubbed his chin against her hair.

When we were in the Bayou I saw something. Umm-hmm, what did you see? You may not believe me. Try me. I believe I saw Kiele. Marree rose up on his side to stare at him. Are you sure? He scooted up in the bed. I know her like I know me. It was Kiele. She pressed her lips together in a determined line. Let me look into it. Ill make a few calls. Lets keep this to ourselves for the time being. He hoped his smile was reassuring. So, do you think Karma will be a snake or a lizard?

Epilogue
Kiele hung back in the shadows, watching as Heinrich entered his home. Stealing a page from the human assassin, shed doused her clothing in deer piss to mask her scent. Heinrich walked into the room and wrinkled his nose. He spun around as if looking for something and she followed him, staying to his back. She moved forward and quickly stepped back when a ring tone chimed. He snatched the phone from his pocket and fingered the screen. Speak. His voice was gruff. He walked to the large desk stationed in the corner and turned on the stained glass lamp over the blotter. Heinrich set his briefcase down and tossed his keys on the high gloss surface. Roman notified me this morning that Seri awoke from her coma. Have you heard anything about Rolo? Silence. No, sweetheart, I need you to keep doing what youre doing. As secretary to Volkshires ambassadors youve been a great help in alerting me to what those bastards are up to. If it hurts too bad to see the little shit, as Ive said before, you can always come work for me. Kiele clung to the walls, walking along the edge of gloomy darkness. Heinrichs apartment reminded her of a mausoleum to a bygone era, like he was stuck in another time, the late forties perhaps. She chose her steps carefully and slowly drew her blades from her belt. It will be alright. If everything continues as planned, I will be the Alpha of Volkshire and the Blaidds will only be a memory. Watch, youll see how quickly that dog will come to heel before your feet. I love you. What the fuck? Heinrich had a mole in Volkshire? Kiele silently slid up behind his chair. She held her breath and grabbed his hair over the top of the chair. The phone clattered on the desk top. Using the furniture as a base, he pushed off, sending them both flying backward. Kiele twisted out of the way and dropped in a crouch, her knife poised and ready. He jumped out of the leather chair and narrowed his eyes, focusing on her. I take it you didnt do your job. Its hard finding good help these days. There is only one person I plan to kill. Better men and women have tried, pig. You want me, come and get me, he spat before wrenching his tie from around his neck. The satin fluttered to the ground. He ripped his shirt open and unbuttoned his pants, pushing both them and his boxers over lean hips. Kiele glanced down and lifted her eyes to meet his gaze. No wonder youre so angry, dog. She smirked. He became his coyote. She cocked her head and studied him. He was larger than most in that species. His features were more wolf-like. Kiele dropped her weapons, always watching to make sure he didnt attack. She unzipped her body suit and kicked it to the side. Here, boy. Come on, dog, fetch me. Kiele embraced her boar. They circled each other. Heinrich jumped over furniture. She plowed through it. Her tusks curled ten inches from her lips and her hide was thick enough to easily sustain a coyote bite. Like all boars, her eyesight was a little problematic, her hearing was good, but her sense of smell was spot on. She guessed going for his chest or underbelly would be her best bet. The click-clack of claws on the tile floor told her he was making his move. Based on the echo she spun, expecting him to come at her from one direction. She was shoved to her knees when he pounced on her back, digging sharp nails into her neck. Heinrich leapt off in front of her and came around her side, sinking his fangs into her neck. The rug beneath her bunched as she attempted to run to escape him. Kiele rolled over, hurling them both into a side table. The legs snapped and the contents crashed

down on top of them. She came up off her side and her hooves scraped the floor as she tried to get traction. He flanked her, getting a hold of her back thigh and chomped down. She squealed as pain ripped through her. While thrashing his head to tear deeper into her skin, she scuttled back, trying to break his hold. High pitched yelps escaped him when he collided into the wall. She swiveled on her feet and backed up, raised her head and charged, boring her tusks into his shoulder. He lifted his head and yowled. Kiele yanked free and blood sprayed across her snout. Heinrich stood and limped forward. She scraped her hooves against the tile and attacked again. Wounded, he wasnt quick enough to escape. Skin and muscle gave away as she dug into his body, driving him into the wall with her momentum. The wall cracked where shed pierced it. Heinrich shuddered. She tore her tusks free and shifted, panting to catch her breath. He fell to the floor, his blood pooling around him. Kiele rose. There is your proof of death, motherfucker, she spat. Grabbing her clothes, she took a few minutes to dress and crossed the room. She snatched his door open and calmly walked out, leaving the carnage behind her for anyone that chose to look into the room. She ambled out of the building. Careful to make sure she wasnt followed, she walked through alleys and down a few different streets only to end up in the parking garage across from Heinrichs high rise apartment building. Slipping into her sports car, she grabbed her cell. It was a chance she would have to take. She dialed Colin. A series of clicks and his deep baritone came through the line. Speak. Unsecured line. You have a mole. She hung up. Weariness swept through her and blood seeped from the deep bites shed tried to cover. She pulled the card and tossed the phone out the window as she drove. Once out of the city, she took a winding road up to a public park. At the shores of a large lake she threw the SIM card. She never heard it hit the water but she waited just the same. It was official. Her adopted clan of mercenaries and warriors would consider her rogue. They would make an effort to bring her back into the fold. The half-moon reflected off the water. She was reminded that it was the same sky her family looked up at during the night. Her mind was made up. She was going home.

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Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Epilogue