Breeds: The Breed Next Door Part 5

"I don't know." He moved to the small foyer that led to the stairs. "Those d.a.m.ned glands at the side of my tongue. They're inflamed and doing funky s.h.i.+t. I swear I taste cinnamon."

Silence filled the line.

"Where's the girl?" Jonas asked then. "The Mason girl."

Tarek frowned at the question.

"My guest room. Her security system was breached."

"h.e.l.l!" Jonas breathed roughly. "Have you f.u.c.ked her?"

A growl rose in his throat. "That's none of your d.a.m.ned business now is it, Jonas?" he asked silkily, dangerously. "Don't overstep your place, buddy."

"Can it, Tarek," he snorted. "And listen close. This is straight from the old scientist who treats the main Pride members. The swollen glands contain a special hormone. That spice filling your mouth, buddy, is an aphrodisiac. Lyra Mason is your mate."

Tarek laughed. d.a.m.n, he hadn't taken Jonas for a comedian.

"Fine. Whatever." He grunted. "Now tell me the truth."

He was going to kill Jonas for playing f.u.c.king games with him. He wasn't in the mood.

"No s.h.i.+t, Tarek." Jonas sounded much too serious. "It's kept very quiet. A complete ban on the information unless a couple appears to be mating. One of the best-kept secrets in the world."

Heat rushed to his head, and then to his d.i.c.k.

"What do you mean, 'She's my mate'?" Could that account for the almost obsessive l.u.s.t that had developed in the past months? The patience with her that he would never have had with anyone else? The growing, clawing hunger that kept his c.o.c.k hard, his senses inflamed?

"Biological, chemical, whatever you want to call it," Jonas snorted. "If you kiss her, it causes the hormone to affect her even more than you. Mating Heat. Complete s.e.xual abandon from now until forever. You poor b.a.s.t.a.r.d." There was an edge of envy in his voice, though.

Complete s.e.xual abandon? From now until forever? His mate?

"She's mine," he whispered.

"Yep. That's what the doc says. Somehow, nature picked your perfect woman for you. Have fun."

"Have fun?"

Jonas chuckled. "Tarek, you sound dazed, buddy."

He gazed up at the stairs before closing his eyes and shaking his head miserably. He had a feeling Lyra was really going to have a reason to be p.i.s.sed now.

"s.h.i.+t," he breathed out roughly. "This is not a good time for this, Jonas. I don't have time for s.e.xual abandon or some kind of f.u.c.ked-up aphrodisiac. Get the cure out here."

Jonas laughed at that.

"I'll bring the latest attempt at contraception instead," he informed him. "Tell her what the h.e.l.l is going on, and before you take her, be sure she takes the little pink pill. It's worked so far. Their best guess is that the Mating Heat is nature's way of ensuring the success of the species. Because without this pill, conception of the first child occurs quickly. They sure do make some pretty babies, though."

Babies? Tarek swallowed hard. The thought of Lyra carrying his baby did things to him he couldn't explain.

"Just get me some help out here," he snapped, attempting to cover the emotional response suddenly surging through him.

"I'm telling you, Jonas, it's getting dangerous here."

"That goes without saying," Jonas agreed. "I'll head out there myself with Braden and cover you. Let me know how she takes it."

Tarek grunted at that one.

"The information. Not that." He laughed, entirely too amused to suit Tarek. Then his voice sobered. "She's a good woman from what I learned, Tarek. You could have done worse."

"She could have done much better," he said. "You say it's permanent?"

"Like a drug," Jonas said, his voice quieter now. "There are only a few mated couples so far. They're still doing tests, trying to find answers. But so far, it's permanent."

He was f.u.c.ked. He would have to tell her the truth. If she had a brain in her head, she would run as fast and as far from him as possible. And he would be stuck, obsessed-h.e.l.l, in love with a woman he knew he had no right to, and no chance of touching.

Chapter Six.

The next morning dawned cold, the rain still falling in a listless, icy drizzle along the windowpanes. Every curtain in the house-thick, heavy, rubber-backed curtains-was closed tightly, and the atmosphere between Lyra and Tarek was decidedly tense.

Breakfast consisted of rich, strong coffee and the mound of sausage biscuits Tarek had nuked in the microwave. She had managed to choke down two. G.o.d, how did he stand that stuff?

Then she sat, finis.h.i.+ng her coffee, watching as he consumed the rest.

He was too quiet. Brooding. His expression savagely relentless as the silence became thick enough to cut with a knife. She could almost see it distorting the air around them.

"I have to go home," she announced as she rose to her feet and took her cup over to the sink. "The security company should be around soon..."

"I canceled the call." His response had her turning back to him slowly. "My people will be here in a few hours to replace the system entirely."

She stared back at him silently for long moments. This wasn't the lazy, often-cautious man she had come to know. He was still, prepared, his body tense. Still s.e.xy as h.e.l.l, but the caution had been replaced by a dangerous sense of expectation.

"Really?" she finally answered, crossing her arms over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "And I gave permission for this, when?"

When he raised his eyes to hers, she s.h.i.+vered, a tremor racing up her spine at the intense l.u.s.t, the pure, driving hunger she saw in those eyes.

She could feel her v.a.g.i.n.a weeping. The juices were fairly dripping from the hidden flesh. And he could smell it. She watched him inhale slowly, as though savoring the scent of her.

"Pervert," she snapped, frowning as sensuality fully marked his expression. "Fine, you make me hot. You can smell it. Now it's time for me to go home. Thanks for saving the night and all that."

She turned for the door.

"Touch that doork.n.o.b, and you'll regret it."

Her hand was within an inch of gripping it when she drew back slowly at the sound of his voice. She turned, swallowing tightly at the savage expression on his face as he lifted his cup and finished his coffee slowly.

"Tarek, you're going to p.i.s.s me off," she warned him, suddenly wary. "The silent He-Man c.r.a.p doesn't get it with me."

He leaned back in his chair, watching her with predatory interest. She had seen glimpses of this side of him, but it had never been focused entirely on her. It had her body tightening, adrenaline and excitement rus.h.i.+ng through her.

She was sick. That was all there was to it.

He scratched at his chest slowly.

"Amazing things, genetics," he finally stated with a forced calm that made her think of the eye of a hurricane. This was not going to be good.

"Really?" She lifted a brow, standing close to the door as she arched her brow mockingly.

"Really." He nodded. "All kinds of little things start cropping up, surprising the h.e.l.l out of you, reminding you that Fate does get the final laugh on all our a.s.ses."

Oh, this just wasn't going to be good at all.

She moved closer. The bleak, haunted shadows in his eyes had her chest tightening in fear.

"What's wrong?"

He stared back at her silently for long, tense moments.

"I'm debating something," he finally growled, his voice deepening, roughening as his gaze pinned hers. "I've debated all night."

Why did she have this bad feeling he was debating something that she really wasn't going to be pleased with?

"Yeah?" She inserted mild curiosity into her tone when every bone and muscle of her body was trained on what was coming next.

"Yeah." He nodded slowly, his gaze drifting over her body with l.u.s.tful intent. "You've made me crazy for months. I'll be d.a.m.ned if I haven't stood by, amused, curious, letting you razz on me every chance you've had."

Yeah, that one had bothered her, too. He never got p.i.s.sed.

Surely he wasn't getting p.i.s.sed now?

"What, you want an apology?" she asked him, incredulous.

"A little late, Tarek."

"I couldn't figure out why." He shook his head slowly. "Then, the strangest thing happened. The more I smelled the sweet heat flowing from your p.u.s.s.y, the more I denied myself a taste of it, the more I started noticing a few changes."

She flushed heatedly at the explicit language, furiously chiding herself silently over her breathless reaction to it.

He rose from the chair as she watched him warily.

"Changes?" She swallowed tightly as she glimpsed the more-than-healthy bulge between his thighs.

"These little glands along my tongue swelling. The taste of spice filling my mouth. The hunger for you growing by the day until I could almost taste your kiss. And I wanted your kiss bad, Lyra. So bad it was killing me. I wanted to push my tongue in your mouth and make you taste it, too. Make you as crazy for me as I was for you."

He stepped closer.

Lyra was breathing roughly, her hands knotted in the front of her robe as she watched him advance on her.

"Are you sick or something?" She had to force the words from her mouth.

A mocking, bitter smile twisted his lips.

"Or something," he agreed as he towered over her and then stepped slowly behind her.

She was not going to run from him, no matter how weird he acted.

"Would you like to know what's wrong with me, Lyra?" He bent close, his breath whispering over her ear as he spoke.

A s.h.i.+ver raced up her spine as her nipples tightened further, rasping against her gown, almost making her moan at the pleasure of the action.

"No." She had a feeling she was certain she didn't want to know.

"There's this nasty little hormone filling my mouth." That growl was deeper now, more animalistic. "It's an aphrodisiac, Lyra. Caused only when a male Feline Breed hungers for his mate. Do you know what's going to happen if I kiss you?"

Her knees weakened. A hormonal aphrodisiac? Something to make her hornier? She didn't think so.

"What?" She couldn't hold back the gasping whisper.

"If I kiss you, it goes into Mating Heat. Complete s.e.xual abandon until you've pa.s.sed ovulation. Do you know you're preparing to ovulate? That my body is reacting to it? That my c.o.c.k is so d.a.m.ned hard, my b.a.l.l.s so tight with the need to f.u.c.k you that it's like an open wound in my gut? All because you're ovulating. My mate. My woman."

Her eyes widened in horror at the words he whispered at her ear.

"You're crazy." She jerked away from him, turning on him furiously. "That's not possible."

The curve of his lips was bleak.

"You would think, wouldn't you?" He moved to the counter, picking up a small oval disc that he slapped on the kitchen island. "This will stop conception. Nothing can stop the heat.

Now, my problem is, I'm ready to rip that gown off your body and throw you to the d.a.m.n floor where I can f.u.c.k you until we're both screaming. Until you're as wild for me, as crazy for me, as I am for you. Or you can run out of that door right now, as fast as you can run, and find someplace, any place, to hide until I can find enough control to keep from hunting you down and taking you like the animal I am. Make your choice now, baby, and make it fast. Because this kitty is all out of patience."

Chapter Seven.

Make a choice? He wanted her to make a choice?