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  He nodded. “There is no mistake. I’d show you the other proof, but right here in this place I’m afraid I’d be arrested.”

  “Wait, who are your people? How is it possible for her to be your mate?” her friend asked, and Breann was glad because, right now, she was stunned.

  “I’m sorry this has caught you so off guard, believe me, I had not planned this.” He laughed. “My mom always told me that it would happen when I wasn’t expecting it.” He reached over and took one of her cold hands in his, squeezing it.

  “I am a lion shifter. Our life span is about four hundred years. Yes, we can mate with humans, but for you to live my life span, I would want to bind us together. You would live my life span; your DNA is already changing so you can carry our children.”

  She yanked her hand out of his. “What? Children? You’re moving a little fast here, and how do I know this isn’t just to get some sex. Don’t you think we know what you come here for,” Breann said.

  He stood and held out his hand. “Come dance with me. I need to hold you, and I’ll explain the best I can.”

  Breann glanced at Amy.

  Amy encouraged her. “Go with your heart. You’ve always been able to tell if someone is lying, maybe listening to him, you’ll be able to tell?”

  “Fine, but I’m not promising anything, Raul. Oh, my name is Breann Pearl.” She put her hand into his and followed him out onto the dance floor after taking off her coat and handing her friend her purse.

  Of course the song was slow and the man seemed to wrap himself around her as they danced. He told her about his mom, father and sisters, before sensing her sadness. He pulled back and looked down at her. “Did I say something wrong? You’re upset.”

  “I’m sorry, it’s just I guess I’m a little bit jealous,” she tried to smile. “Dance with me, and I’ll tell you about my life. Who knows, you might not want me after you hear my story.”

  “Never, nothing is going to change it. You are mine no matter what has happened. Now, tell me,” he said, wrapping her back up in his arms.

  “I’ve never known my parents. I’ve lived in foster homes most of my life, going from one home to the next. You see, I’m different. I can sense things and can tell when people are lying. So I know what it’s like to be different. Some foster homes were okay, while others, well, were really bad.”

  The vibrations from his chest had her looking up into his face. His fangs were showing, and he was growling. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

  “They hurt you,” he said, and something inside her warmed.

  “What the... damn that hurt. Did you pinch my ass?” She stepped away from him, rubbing her ass as he seemed to be rubbing his arm.

  “No, but I’m going to eat me a love god if he does not get the hell away from you,” he growled and yanked her to his side.

  That’s when she noticed a man that was smiling. “You could thank me since it was me who got your team here instead of the next town,” he said.

  “Fine, thank you, but you touch my female’s butt again, I’m going to bite you. Now get lost; I’m trying to get to know my woman.”

  “You still coming next week, right?” the man asked, nodding to her.

  “We’ll be there. I’ve never missed a card game yet.” He frowned. “I’m going to have to call my CO. I can’t go overseas anymore if I plan to bind her to me. I won’t risk her dying, too. Get lost, Eros, I have other things on my mind.” Raul growled and moved her toward their table as others around them growled.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  “We’re leaving. I suggest your friend leave, too, because every time Eros comes around, there is a fight and you don’t want to be here when my men let loose. Can we go back to your place?” he asked, helping her on with her coat.

  “First, tell me what did Eros do? Why did he pinch me?”

  “He didn’t pinch you; he shot you with his special arrow, giving our loving a little nudge, you could say. Even though I don’t know how much more I can take.” He growled the last part as one of his men came up to their table.

  “What do you want, Corporal Sanders?” he asked the man before even looking at him.

  “The men wanted me to tell you if you stay stateside, we would like to stay with you. We’re a team.”

  Raul relaxed, tucking her under his arm, facing the man. “Sanders, I’d like you to meet my mate, Breann. Tell the men thank you; I’ll call the commander tomorrow and see what he says. I know he stays state side now since he found his woman. Only once in a while, going overseas. Oh, I’m being rude. Sanders this is Amy, a friend of my woman’s.”

  Her friend looked down, all of a sudden shy. “Nice to meet you. I better get home. Call me tomorrow if you get time, Breann, and let know what’s going on. You take care of my best friend,” Amy said and nodded.

  “Wait, you shouldn’t walk home alone,” Sanders said, taking her arm, leading her out of the bar.

  “Not to worry; out of all of my men, Sanders is the most honorable,” he said, holding the door open, the cold air rushed to great them.

  “And are you honorable?” Breann asked.

  “If you’re asking if I’ll fool around if we mate, the answer is no. I would never hurt you, plus once mated, our souls need to touch frequently, like our bodies do.” He wrapped his arm around her. “Which way?” he asked, and she nodded to the right, just as her boss, the old bitty, was coming down the street.

  She wanted to moan but couldn’t as Mrs. Fasher stopped in front of them. “Breann, I don’t believe I’ve met this man. Does he live here in town?” she asked, giving him the snotty glare, which just set her off.

  “Actually, no, he just got into town. If you’ll excuse us, I’m sure he’s tired and I’m cold. I’ll see you on Monday, maybe,” she said and stepped around her.

  “There is no need to come in Monday, since it’s obvious you have the morals of your friend. I’ve hoped you were different, but we can’t have your kind in our establishment.”

  Next to her, Raul stiffened. She reached up and patted his stomach. “Then, fine; I’m sure there are other places that will hire me, oh and have fun with the Henderson file,” Breann said, furious that not only had the old bitty insulted her, but him too, but to then fire her.

  “You’re growling. Do you want me to go back and kill her? Because I will.” He smiled down at her.

  She laughed and shook her head. “No, she’s not worth you going to jail,” Breann sighed. “Amy always did tell me to find another place to work, guess I’ll be looking.” She stopped in front of the old brownstone.

  “This is home. I’m afraid it’s on the third floor and there is no elevator. I’ve been saving for a home...” He bent down and lifted her up into his arms.

  “If you want to live here, we’ll find a home together tomorrow or the next day, and there is no need for you to work. Matter of fact, I’d hoped maybe you wouldn’t mind working with me. If I’m staying stateside, I thought I’d open up my own business.” He carried her up three flights of stairs without breathing heavy.

  “Wow, you’re not even out of breath,” she said as he lowered her down, taking her key from her and opening the door.

  “I’d be in sorry shape if a few stairs winded me. Ladies first.” He stood to the side and allowed her to move into her apartment.

  It wasn’t much, but it was clean and hers. She took off her shoes, moaning while hanging up her coat.

  “You’re staring,” she said, smiling over her shoulder at him as she made her way into the kitchen, petting Missy, the queen of her house. “This is Missy; she’s old but my baby.”

  He patted her cat but cornered Breann in the kitchen, lifting her up onto the counter and stepping between her legs.

  “I’ve thrown your world into a mess; for that, I’m sorry. But I’m not sorry that you are mine.” He reached up and cupped her cheeks.

  “What does your gift tell you about me, my little dove?” He leaned in and kissed her lips s
oftly.

  Breann slid her arms around his neck. “They are telling me you are speaking the truth, but that does not help the stomach from rolling. There is also this need to be in your arms, your body wrapped around mine, and what is that scent you are wearing; it’s driving me crazy.” She asked, rubbing her cheek on his hand.

  “When we meet our mate, our bodies create a hormone almost like a calling card to attract our mate. I want to see all of you.”

  She looked down. “I’m not fit like you, Raul. There are ugly scars on my body.”

  He lowered her off the counter and reached down, grabbing the end of her dress and lifting it up over her head. “I will see these so-called ugly scars you say you have.” Raul didn’t stop stripping her until she was naked in her kitchen.

  Slowly, he walked around her body and stopped behind her, growling. “Who?” he asked, his finger tracing down one of the scars from a whip.

  “Just one of those foster families that wasn’t so nice.” She looked over her shoulder at him and saw the tear that rolled down his cheek.

  “It’s over, Raul. I’m here now, nothing else matters.” She went to turn around, but he shook his head.

  “Don’t move. The thought of my woman going through such pain while she was small... I want to track each family down and show them what it is to suffer.” He lowered his head and licked each one of her scars before moving in front of her, cupping her big breasts. “You are beautiful. Each mark on your body a tribute to the pain you endured to survive. That is courageous, and I’m proud to have you as my mate. And I need to claim you. Will you accept me as your mate?” He ran his thumbs over her nipples, staring at her. “I promise to be there for you, little dove. You’ll have the home you want and a family that will love you.” He smiled. “Hell, wait ‘til you meet my family. My mom is going to get all protective. She’ll be three times worse than me.”

  He was offering her everything that Breann wanted. This gorgeous man wanted her. “If I wake up and you’re gone, I’m hunting your ass down.” She took his hands and pulled them around her. “Make me yours.”

  Raul didn’t wait; he lifted her up and carried her to her room. They both fell into her bed, and sure enough, the bed broke.

  “I’m so sorry,” he said and went to get up to fix it, but she pulled him back onto the bed.

  “There is no need, the legs fall if it’s jarred. At least it won’t be making noise when start fucking.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

  “Are you afraid of others knowing what we are doing up here? And we will not be fucking; I’ll be loving you. Always loving you.” He growled, nipping her lip right before covering it, sliding his tongue into her mouth, not letting her answer.

  Breann was way out of her element here she realized when he broke the kiss and started a path of kisses down her neck to her breasts.

  “Raul, I should tell you that I haven’t been with anyone before. So I’m kind of new at this,” she said, grabbing onto his hair when he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  “Damn,” she moaned.

  “It was meant to be, you and me,” he mumbled, working his way down her belly to her pussy where he pushed her legs apart, taking a deep breath. “Mine,” he growled and used his tongue to lick all around her pussy lips, his growls against her skin turning her on.

  “Raul, please,” she begged.

  “No, I want you shaking on my face as I taste you as you come,” he said before burying his tongue inside her pussy.

  “Oh my...” she grabbed onto the bedcovers, pushing her pussy more against his lips, needing more.

  He pushed a finger into her, replacing his tongue, then another finger joined the first one, stretching her.

  “Please, Raul,” she begged.

  He sucked and slid his tongue over her clit, and that was all it took, her orgasm slamming into her, taking her breath away. She would have laughed at the sounds Raul was making, licking and sucking on her below, but she couldn’t as he pushed her over again and again, until her legs were shaking and she begged for him to stop.

  Raul rose up over her, his cock rubbing against her sensitive clit. “Now you’re ready for me,” he said against her lips, tasting her on him while he slid his cock into her slowly, knowing he was stretching her.

  His tongue danced with hers, just as his cock was introducing her pussy to the new dance called loving. Raul stopped moving and lifted his head.

  “A little pain and then nothing but pleasure,” he said right as he slid forward with a thrust.

  “Son of a—” she started to say, but he covered her mouth again, kissing her, making her forget the pain. Raul nipped and kissed her face, giving her the time she needed to adjust to him.

  “Now the pleasure,” he said and started lifting up, looking down at her as he slid out of her, to only thrust back into her at an angel that hit some spot inside her.

  He watched every move she made, loving her like she was special. “Raul,” she whispered and he smiled.

  “I’m here, come with me, little dove. Join me and allow our souls to bind,” he said, once more, leaning down, kissing her hard.

  It didn’t take her long, once more her orgasm claimed her, but this time, it was different. She could feel Raul inside her head and her heart.

  His roar had her flinching as he came inside her. She looked up at him, and Breann could see the fierce lion in his features. There was a peace inside her that wasn’t there before; he had brought her that.

  “What are you staring at?” he asked, rolling over but not letting go.

  “You; you’ve brought a peace to my soul. I’ve never felt like this before.” She smiled. “But you are going to have to find us a new place to live, because I do believe you just got me kicked out of my place,” Breann said as the manager started to bang on her door.

  “I’ll let you take care of that, but make sure not to eat him, please,” she said, rolling over and watching as he slipped out of the bed and threw on some pants.

  “Can’t even enjoy my woman without interruptions,” he grumbled and she giggled.

  It looked like she not only will get the two weeks of loving, but Breann also got her very own Valentine, and she couldn’t be happier.

  * * * *

  He was halfway there; Cait Samara would be the next challenge; now how to get Ace Nape to Cleveland, Ohio, without him recognizing the push would be the challenge.

  Eros knew the man hated the city life, choosing to only come once in a while for their card game, but this time, his friend would have no choice; he was always a sucker for a woman in trouble.

  Cait Samara’s Story

  Cait tried again to get loose, but not once did her bindings give. She was so going to kill her brother for this one. It was one thing for the punk to be involved in the gangs, but to bring their family into it was another matter.

  He was now dead to her if she got out of this mess alive and without being raped. The way the head honcho kept grabbing at his crotch, he either had crabs or Cait was in serious trouble. “Or could be both,” she mumble, then Cait would end up with the little things and be raped. “Gross,” she mumbled and looked up. His freaking teeth were rotting inside his mouth, and when he had gotten close to her, she swore a skunk had taken up residence in his damn mouth.

  He stalked toward her, and Cait knew she’d run out of time as he unzipped his pants, grabbing his cock, stroking it.

  “It’s time to make Mr. Long John happy,” he said, pointing at his cock.

  “You named it Long John; a little wishful thinking, don’t you think?” she taunted, which was not a smart thing as his dirty hand fisted before it whacked her across the face.

  But that was the last thing he did as a black fur ball landed on the man, ripping out his neck before he even had a chance to yell.

  The black panther turned its green eyes on her, and she moaned. “Just great, woman is eaten by a giant pussy cat; why couldn’t it be the good kind of eating?” she mumbled and smiled at the cat. “
Nice kitty, see I’m all tied up; you don’t want to eat me. Plus, I’m all fat anyway,” Cait tried to calm the animal, but what she saw next had her just staring.

  The hunk of man in front of her was the hottest thing she’d seen in a long, long time and was he hung, and it was getting bigger.

  “I’d rather get you out of here before I claim that pussy, pretty lady; after all, kitties love milk.” He purred next to her as he undid her hands and feet.

  But when he reached up, cupping her throbbing cheek, he growled and glanced back at the dead man on the floor. “Fucking bastard died too quick. Touch what is mine...” The man stood and helped her up.

  She cleared her throat. “We need to get out of her before the other members of the gang come back,” Cait said, heading for the door. “Thank you, by the way, didn’t know there were shifters here in the city,” she whispered and was about to turn the handle of the door when his hand covered hers.

  “I’ll go first, but there shouldn’t be any trouble since I think I’ve taken out most of them, which is what took me so long. I have a car waiting for us downstairs, and I’m personally going to take a bite out of the driver for getting me here too late.” He snarled again, opening the door and checking the hall of the warehouse.

  “Let’s go.” He took her hand and guided her down the long hallway, where, sure enough, Cait saw three more bloody bodies before they were running for the SUV he had pointed out.

  Cait had to admit the man had a body to die for. How he ran naked with that thing of his bouncing around was a question though.

  Hell, if she even tried her jumping jacks without a bra, she was in pain for days, let alone almost getting knocked out by her melons.

  He stopped and stared at her before his gaze drifted down her boobs. “Very fine melons, and I’m used to running; now, get in,” he said, opening the door.

  “Put on some clothes,” the driver yelled, throwing sweats at him.

  “Be careful, Eros, you didn’t get me here in time.” He growled.

  “What?” the man turned fully in his seat frowning. “I’ll kill him. That little punk.”