Only in My Dreams

Halle Pumas - 5

by

Dana Marie Bell

Dedication

To Mom and Dad, who probably shouldn’t ask me about the menthol thing.

To Dusty, who agrees to try some crazy things with me even when he’s skeptical. I’m sorry for that whole menthol thing, but I still think I suffered way more than you.

To the fans of the Pumas, I hope you’ve enjoyed the ride. And don’t worry, I’m not done with my shifters yet…

And to those who want to know, no, I will never tell the menthol story. Just mentioning it makes Dusty curl up in a ball and whimper.

Chapter One

November

“Who the fuck are you?” Gabriel Anderson, sheriff of Halle Pennsylvania, and Marshal’s Second of the Halle Puma Pride, was one tired, cranky kitty. He stared at the stranger sitting in his living room and tried to remind himself that jail was a bad place for a cop to wind up in. The intruder had his feet up on Gabe’s coffee table, his cowboy boots twitching in time to the video game he was playing on Gabe’s Wii. Gabe kept his service revolver steady, the safety off, aimed at the intruder. To top it all off the man smelled like a shifter. “Because I like to know who the hell I’m arresting for breaking and entering.”

“Wondered when you’d get in.” The man’s face lit up, his hands waving the remote frantically. “Hah!

Gotcha, you son of a bitch.” The man paused the game and set the remote on the coffee table. “Name’s James Barnwell. And you’re Sheriff Gabriel Anderson, Second to the Marshall of the Halle Puma Pride.”

Gabe’s revolver dipped slightly. “Yeah. So you know who’s sticking your ass in jail.”

The man stood up, and up. His dark blonde head easily towered a good six inches over Gabe, and at six foot two Gabe didn’t consider himself to be a short man. “You really don’t want to do that.”

“Why not?”

The man smiled, the expression warm. His gray eyes twinkled merrily. “Because I don’t think the Senate would take kindly to having one of its own in jail.”

Gabe lowered the revolver but didn’t relax completely. “Senate?” Why would the Senate send someone to Halle?

The Shifters’ Senate was a loose conglomerate of all of the shifter species. It was traditionally headed by a Leo. The main purpose of the Senate was to see to it that humans did not learn of the existence of shifters, with the only exception being human mates. Over the years the Senate had also instituted certain laws that all shifters abided by, one of them being the sanctioning of new Packs and Prides. Every six years the different races would elect one of their own to a seat on the Senate. The current Puma Senator was an older man by the name of Harry Kirland who lived somewhere in the Midwest. Gabe had never met or spoken to the man. Max’s rule was too damn new, and the Senate had a habit of giving a new Alpha a settling-in period before more than congratulatory contact was made.

It was rare for a Senate representative to visit Halle. In all the years the Halle Pride had been here there’d only been two. One was for the Puma Senator’s representative to sanction the newly minted Pride. The other had been a Hunter stalking the rogue the previous Halle Marshal had eventually destroyed. Both times the man in question had been a Puma.

This man didn’t smell of Puma. He smelled of Bear. “Shouldn’t you be talking to my Alpha?”

“If I was here to speak to Mr. Cannon I’d be at his house, not yours.” The man’s smile turned to a grin.

“Besides, he doesn’t have a Wii.”

Gabe closed his eyes and prayed for patience. “Tell me you didn’t break into my Alpha’s house.”

“I didn’t break into your Alpha’s house,” the Bear parroted.

Gabe shot the man a look and holstered his weapon. “How can the Halle Pride be of assistance to the Senate?” Thank God his gran had filled his head with proper etiquette, so he knew what to say even if his tone wasn’t properly respectful. He’d have no clue how to deal with a Senate representative otherwise.

Even if the one standing in his living room wasn’t exactly the kind of person he would have expected the Senate to send.

“By giving us their Second.”

Gabe blinked. He must be more tired than he thought. “Excuse me?”

“We need you to come with me.”

What? No. No fucking way. He’d just come home after working in Philadelphia for years, gaining enough experience to take over the spot of sheriff in his beloved hometown. The town’s council had been thrilled to have one of their own in the position when Adrian Giordano’s father had retired. Gabe had discovered his mate only a week before, but trying to ensure that Sheri, Adrian’s mate, stayed safe had eaten into all of his spare time. They’d just finished cleaning up after the rogue Wolf who’d been stalking Sheri and making her life a living hell. Now that he actually had time to breathe he wanted to settle down and claim his mate. No way in hell was he leaving Halle even for a minute. Not unless he could take Sarah with him.

Just thinking about sweet, tempting Sarah was enough to stiffen his resolve. Images of the dark-haired beauty had been haunting him all week. Whatever the Senate wanted they’d have to find someone else to do it. “They can’t have me.”

The man shook his head. “I don’t think you understand, son.” He headed into the kitchen like he owned it. “You need more coffee, by the way.”

Gabe held back a growl. “I have a mate to claim.”

The man stopped and looked back at him. “I promise you, the task I need you for will take no more than six months. After that, you’ll return to Halle to live your life and claim your mate.” The smile was gone. The gray eyes were somber. “We lost a Hunter, Gabriel.”

“My condolences.” Gabe was sincere. In a lot of ways the Hunters were the elite cops of the shifters.

Their main purpose was to ensure that rogues were taken out before they could do damage to the human or shifter population. If the situation with Rudy Parker hadn’t been taken care of so quickly by the Poconos Pack Alpha, Gabe would have insisted that a Hunter be called in to deal with Parker and the Wolves who followed him. He probably should have from the start. If he had, Belle Campbell would never have gotten hurt and odds were Sheri wouldn’t have been kidnapped.

“Thank you. Daniel was a good friend of mine.” James headed towards the kitchen again. “But that means that this region is short a Hunter.”

Oh fuck. Gabe’s shoulders twitched. A part of him was eager to hear more. This was like a small-town cop being picked out of the blue to become a US marshal. Another part of him wanted this man gone so he could take a shower, rest and fetch his woman home. He had plans for that sweet ass of hers, damn it.

“Why me? Why not one of Rick’s Wolves?” Or even another Puma, like Adrian, the current Marshal?

James smiled again. “Because they wouldn’t be you . You’re the one who’s meant to be this region’s new Hunter.”

“I’d have to leave Halle.” Gabe was surprised the words even left his mouth. He couldn’t seriously be considering this.

Could he?

“Halle would be your hometown, your base of operations. And really? Being a Hunter doesn’t affect your standing in your Pride, other than you haveto go when the call to hunt goes out. If that’s an issue with your Alpha, and I don’t think it will be, then you might have problems.”

“That still doesn’t answer the question.” He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. “Why me?”

“Can I have a Coke?” Gabe handed James one. “Thanks. Do you remember when you tried to shoot out the tires on Parker’s car? When you figured out it was an RF jammer that was keeping Ms.

Montgomery’s call from reaching Dr. Giordano? And when you got the Pride together to make sure Parker and his rogues didn’t get away?”

Gabe blinked, shocked. How the hell did this man know all that? “Yeah. It happened only two days ago.” Two long, exhausting days ago. Gabe yawned, not caring how James took it. He was fucking tired.

James took a long drink from the can. “Damn, that hits the spot. You started barking orders and the Wolves and the Pumas followed them.”

“So?” He belatedly twisted the cap off his beer and tossed it onto the counter.

The look James was giving him was full of amusement. “Do you think the Wolves would have listened to you if you’d merely been Marshal’s Second? A Puma Marshal’s Second?”

The bottle paused halfway to his lips. He’d sent one of the Wolves to check Max’s car and sure enough they’d found a radio frequency jammer. They were highly illegal, but not impossible to make, especially for a man who’d studied electrical engineering the way Rudy Parker had. Rudy had used it to keep Sheri from contacting Adrian, convincing her that he had Adrian and luring her out of the house. The Pack Alpha, Rick, had been shot trying to protect her. Gabe had tried to stop them, but it was too late. His shot missed the getaway car’s back tire and Sheri had been kidnapped.

The rogue Wolves were dead now, killed by Rick and his Pack Marshal, Ben Malone. Gabe had just finished disposing of the evidence. He was bone weary and not in any mood to deal with this shit. “I repeat. So?”

“Son, you were acting as a Hunter.”

Gabe snorted and took a swig of his beer. “I was not.”

“I think I know a fellow Hunter when I see one. Only a Hunter could make someone outside his species obey a direct order and only when hunting Rogues.”

Gabe pointed at James with the beer bottle. “That’s not true. An Alpha could make someone obey using their power.”

James shrugged. “An Alpha’s power is… different.” He toyed with the tab on top of the can. “How did you know to look for the RF jammer?”

“Logic. The cell phones of all of the men were on, but not a single call got through. There had to be a reason.”

“But an RF jammer? That’s pretty specific.”

Gabe shrugged. He was beginning to get irritated. “Look, I just knew, okay?”

James smiled at him like a proud papa. “Exactly.”

Gabe rubbed the glass bottle across his forehead. He was getting a headache. “This makes no sense.

Either you’re part of the hierarchy or you’re not. I’m Second. That means I’m part of the hierarchy.”

James chuckled. “Is that all? Of course you’re Halle’s Second! That won’t change.”

“How could it not? You said I’d be gone for six months and when I came back I’d be a Hunter.” And probably out of a job, damn it. He loved being sheriff.

“How many rogues do you think actually exist?”

“As many as there are criminals.”

This time it was James who looked confused.

“The majority of the populace is law-abiding citizens. A percentage of them are not. Some places have more, some less. It would be the same with rogue shifters.” He took another swig of beer and headed back into the living room. “Some of them are like the local college kids, looking for a good, illicit time.

Some of them are stone-cold killers who need to be taken down.”

“Daniel was taken down by a killer.”

Gabe stopped. He set the beer carefully on the coffee table. He felt on edge, just like he did when he saw a really bad case cross his desk. Fuck. In the background the video game’s music began playing again. “How?”

James picked up the remote and sat on the sofa, starting the game back up. “Want to find out?”

Yes. Damn it, yes, he did. “What about Sarah?”

James smiled. “She’s your mate, Gabe. She’ll still be here when we’re done.”

Gabe relaxed. It meant holding off on claiming his woman, but the urge to, well, hunt was on him. “Could this guy be a threat to Halle?”

James shook his head. “He’s been killing up by Yonkers.”

“New York? ” He’d have to go to New York?

“That will be part of your territory.”

Hell. New York City alone probably needed a Hunter. “How many Hunters are in this region?”

“Including you? Three. And your territory includes Pennsylvania, New York state and New Jersey.”

Well hell. Add one for Atlantic City. “So I get everything that’s not New York City and Atlantic City?”

James pointed at him and crowed. “Ha! Gotcha.”

Gabe realized how he’d phrased that and groaned. “Fuck.” He picked up his beer and finished it. “Let me at least claim my mate.”

James raised one eyebrow. “Do you really want to do that to her? Claim her and leave her for six months?” He shook his head. “Better you leave her unclaimed, for now. The mate dreams will be hell, but trust me, boy. You’ll want time when you claim her.” His grin turned heated. “Don’t you want to be able to love on her until you’re done, rather than bite her and run?”

Gabe thought of all the things he wanted to do to Sarah. The way he’d tie her to the bed, wrists bound to the headboard, eyes blindfolded. The spankings he wanted to administer to those lily-white ass cheeks, watching them turn red under his hand. He longed to feel her mouth on him, to taste her essence until he was glutted.

“I’ll need to ask for a leave of absence.”

“Claim family reasons.” James pulled out a piece of paper. “Your maternal grandfather is ill and you need to care for him.”

Gabe looked at the forged papers. His maternal grandfather had died before he’d been born. “You’re kidding me, right?” He couldn’t turn in forged papers. It was against the law. He handed them back to James.

James took them. “Sure. Go ahead and explain to your bosses that you’re hunting a killer Wolf. Tell them that you’ll be gone for roughly six months, barring holidays because we’re not complete bastards, training to take up the duties of a Senate Hunter. They’ll be fine with it, right?”

Gabe groaned. He just knew he was going to get fired. “Give me the damn papers.”

The ringing of the phone woke her early that day. “Hello?”

“Sarah?”

She sat up, suddenly wide awake. “Gabe? Hi!” Sarah pushed her hair behind her ear, nervous as all hell.

The sound of the sexy sheriff’s voice was enough to have her hands shaking. She’d been waiting for his call, or expecting him to show up on her doorstep for over a week now.

The first time she’d seen the dark-haired, blue-eyed sheriff she’d rocked back on her heels, stunned.

Her mate had looked equally shocked. He’d started towards her at that Pride meeting, but then Max had called for their attention and Gabe hadn’t been available for more than a quick phone call since. The last time she’d seen him had been across Belle’s hospital bed. He’d looked so grim she hadn’t had the heart to say anything to him. He’d nodded approvingly at her before exiting the room, leaving behind a lingering warmth that had sustained her through some rough times this week.

Now that the situation with Rudy Parker was finally resolved, it was time for him to claim her.

“I need to talk to you.”

His voice was serious. “Um. Okay.” She bit her lip, thinking rapidly. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her she’d only had a cup of soup for dinner the night before. “Frank’s Diner?”

He sighed. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“Oh.” She bit back her disappointment. At least he was speaking to her.

“I’m at the airport.”

What? “Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s…different.”

That didn’t sound good. His voice sounded weary and strained, not surprising considering what had happened a few days ago. “Different how?”

“I’m going away for a little while.” She could hear the noises of an airport in the background and assumed it was Philadelphia International.

“Oh.”

“Sarah. You know you’re mine, right?”

Yes! “I know.” She’d known the moment she’d seen him. Everything in her had yearned towards him, but she’d understood why he’d held off on claiming her. He’d needed all of his focus to be on Sheri, not Sarah. She’d been proud of him for it.

“I can’t claim you yet. It’s complicated. I won’t be able to claim you for a while.”

Her heart sank. She’d been looking forward to having someone of her own, someone who might understand some of the strange things that had been happening to her lately. “Why not?”

“I’ve been tapped to replace a Hunter for our region.”

Pride swelled within her, along with fear. Being a Hunter was no easy job. “Oh wow. Gabe!

That’s…scary. Incredible, but really scary.”

He laughed. “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. Seems a rogue took one down in our area and the Senate’s decided I’m the one to replace him.”

“Is the Pride in danger?”

“No, baby. Halle is safe. He’s operating out of New York state.” The warmth in his voice went far in melting the chill that had enveloped her.

“You’ll do fine, Gabe.” She blinked. That hadn’t been what she’d wanted to say at all.

But it was the right thing to say from the relief in his tone. “I’m glad you understand, baby. This means a great deal to me, more than I thought it would when I got approached. It means when something like Parker happens again I can act without any fear of reprisals from Packs, Prides or Dens.”

She settled back down on the bed. No point in getting up early on a Saturday if there was no one she had to see and nowhere to go. “How did Adrian and Max react to this? Are they all right with it?”

“Once they got away from their mates for a few seconds they were okay with it. Max actually drove me to the airport.”

She stifled the hurt that he hadn’t asked her to drive him. “I could have taken you.”

Silence. Not good. “I couldn’t let you do that, Sarah.”

“Why not?”

“If I had been in a car with you for two hours I would never have gotten on that plane.”

The rough rasp of his voice played over her senses. It was nice to know that he wanted her just as much as…she… “Where are you?”

“Right now? Somewhere near Chicago.”

“Somewhere near Chicago. Not actually in Chicago.” Liar. She just knew he was in Chicago, not that it mattered.

He gave another rough sigh. “Sarah. Please. Tell me you understand why I’m doing this.”

She rubbed her hand over her eyes wearily. “I do understand what you’re doing, but I don’t like that you wouldn’t even see me before you left.”

“I told you why. I didn’t think it was fair to either one of us to be marked before I left. I have to have my mind in the game, not on my mate.”

That hurt. She understood, really she did, but it still hurt. “All right.”

More silence. “That’s it?”

“What do you want me to say, Gabe? I understand. I don’t agree, but I understand. What’s going to happen the first time you go on a hunt though? Are you going to regret leaving me behind then, too?”

“I’m hoping the first time I have to go on a hunt the first flush of mating will be over and we’ll be long since settled.”

She thought about that for a moment. There wasn’t anything more she could say about it. What was done was done. “When will you be back?”

She was beginning to hate those little silences. It meant she wasn’t going to like his answer. “Six months, roughly.”

She was right. She didn’t like the answer. “Damn.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I did what I thought was best.”

She suppressed a growl. If he’d spoken to her before leaving she could have corrected that little assumption, but it was too late now. “Call me.”

“I will. I promise.”

January

“Shhh. Not a sound. Do you understand me?”

She nodded, her eyes lowered submissively as she knelt before him.

“Good girl.” Gabe reached out and ran his hands over Sarah’s soft, short hair lightly enough to cause a shudder to run through her. He smiled and tilted her chin up, loving the wary heat in her deep brown eyes. “You’re going to do everything I tell you to do. Aren’t you?”

One brow rose in mild challenge before a sassy smile crossed her full, pouty lips. He growled and tapped one finger to his thigh, pleased when she once again lowered her eyes. Her smile changed, becoming mysterious and feminine. It intrigued him. Everything about her intrigued him.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

She complied slowly. Her lashes fluttered and her breath quickened. They’d done this before. She knew what it was he wanted. He slipped his cock out of his uniform pants, stroking it slowly. A groan nearly escaped his lips when she licked her own, moistening them and making them gleam in the candlelight. He painted her lips with the tip of his cock, the drop of pre-come glistening there like gloss. “Open up.”

She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick just the tip of his cock. He put his hand on the back of her head, holding her steady as he fed her his dick. He began fucking her mouth, losing some of his tight control and groaning at the wet heat. “That’s it, baby.” She choked a bit and he backed off a little, proud of her for holding steady despite it.

He was close, so close, but he didn’t want to come in her mouth. Not tonight. Tonight he wanted that sweet, hot pussy wrapped around him, pulling his orgasm out of him.

He withdrew from her mouth, stroking her hair as she pouted up at him. “Stand up.” She complied, lowering her eyes once more, her hands still behind her back. “Lie down on the bed.”

She looked up at him, startled. He lifted his chin, pointing to the big, dark bed right behind her.

He didn’t understand how she could have missed it. It dominated the room they were in.

She crawled onto the bed on all fours, giving him an amazing view of that incredible ass of hers.

He halted her, hands on her hips, and nipped one of her white globes, loving the shiver that ran through her. He slapped her lightly on the ass, smiling wickedly as a pink mark rose up. “Middle of the bed, on your back.”

She moved the way he directed, settling down with a final shimmy that caused her breasts to dance.

“Spread your arms and legs.” She bit her lip but complied, slowly showing him the liquid heat between her thighs.

He reached down and tied each one of her limbs, careful to make sure none of the bindings were too tight on her slender frame. When he was done, he looked at her, knowing exactly what the feral look on his face would do to her.

He watched as she swallowed nervously. She tugged at the restraints, testing them.

He began a slow exploration of her body, stroking her soft flesh until goose bumps rose on her skin. He licked at her pert nipples, watching her squirm under him. When he sucked her clit into his mouth she bucked against him. She was lucky he hadn’t told her to hold still, or that would have earned her a spanking.

He could hear her gasping for breath and he knew she was close to coming. He slid up her body, thrusting inside her so hard she whimpered.

He grinned. “That’s two.”

Her golden eyes went wide. It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen, watching her dark eyes turn tawny. She always managed to hold off the change until he was fucking her, letting him watch it happen while he was deep inside her body. He was proud at the measure of control it took to keep the Puma at bay for that long, while at the same time he was desperate to break it.

“Keep your eyes open.” Her lids drooped in a sensuous daze but didn’t close as he pounded into her. She kept her gaze locked on his, her arms and legs struggling futilely against the bonds he had her in. He reached down, stroking her clit with his thumb, snarling in triumph as she screeched. He leaned over her, whispering in her ear. “That’s three.” Her body bowed up, quivering at the force of her orgasm.

She nipped his earlobe as her body settled back onto the mattress and he came, the pleasure so intense it robbed him of breath. He collapsed on top of her, his cheek resting against hers, his whiskers abrading her sleek skin.

One salty tear wound down her cheek to fall against his. “Where are you?”

He lifted his head. Sorrow filled her face, his heart nearly ripping in two at the sight. “Sarah.

Baby.”

Gabe woke up sweating and horny as all hell. He started to whip the sleeping bag open but remembered in time that he was in a tent in the middle of a snowy field. Fuck. If it wasn’t for the fact that so far he loved what he was doing, this job would suck. Part of him wished he’d told James to fuck off and claimed Sarah the way he’d wanted to. The other part knew James was probably right, that it would have been ten times worse to taste Sarah and leave her behind.

He punched his pillow and prayed he’d be able to sleep without any more dreams. James snored beside him, loud enough to rattle the insulated cloth. If I get back to sleep at all.

After about twenty minutes he gave up. Stripping quickly, he unzipped the tent and slipped out into the night. It was fucking cold, but it wouldn’t be for much longer. Shivering, he zipped the tent back up and made sure it was secure before he shifted and allowed his Puma out to run.

His paws dug into the snow, the cold air rushing past his whiskers. It felt glorious to let his Puma out without the presence of the Bear who was training him. He’d have to go back all too soon, but for now he’d allow the night air to wash the dreams of his Sarah away.

Chapter Two

March

Gabe shivered and pulled off his parka. Damn, this last hunting lesson had been harsh. He wasn’t certain he’d ever feel his toes again. “I’m going to call Max, let him know how things are going.”

James waved, hanging up his cowboy hat and heading towards the kitchen of his three-bedroom cabin.

He’d promised Gabe a nice thick stew in return for learning snow tracking.

Gabe hung up the parka and pulled off his snow-encrusted boots, leaving them on the mat by the door.

It had become routine in the last three months. James hated wet floors. The last time Gabe had forgotten to leave his boots on the mat he’d found them in his bed, snow and all.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Max. “Hey, Max.”

“Gabe! How’s it going out in the Montana wilderness?”

“Fucking cold. How’re things in Halle?” How’s Sarah?

“Fucking cold.”

Gabe snorted. “I’m learning some new tracking techniques.” He’d need them in the winter months in New York. He’d be heading there soon with James to spend a couple of weeks. So far he’d been all over the territory he’d be protecting, learning the land in a way only a solitary shifter could. He’d never know it as well as a native, but he’d be able to track the different terrains he’d be dealing with. He’d met the other two Hunters, a young Fox named Desiree Holt and an older Coyote named Edmund Graves.

Both had interesting insights into the areas where they lived. Desiree lived in New Jersey; Graves lived in New York City. Gabe had been surprised when he heard that. Coyotes and Wolves didn’t get along very well. To learn there was a Coyote Pack that close to Rick’s Wolves had startled him. Afterwards James had taken him back to his home in Montana to learn what he called “real snow tracking”.

Gabe’s responsibility would mostly be to the Pennsylvania area, but he’d be called to assist the others whenever needed and vice versa. With luck he’d never need to.

Daniel, the Hunter who’d been killed, had also been a Fox and a friend of Desiree’s. She’d been instrumental in bringing the rogue who’d killed him to justice.

“I even have the secret handshake now.” The amused snort from the kitchen let him know James could hear everything. “I can call in the other Hunters if someone like Rudy ever shows his snout in Halle again.” The growl from the other room reminded him of his place. “Or anywhere else in Pennsylvania.”

“Good. Adrian and Sheri want you to call them, by the way.”

“Will do.” He didn’t know them well enough to miss them yet, but he and Adrian had developed a rapport that would only grow stronger with time. Before too long he expected his relationship with Adrian would be similar to the one Max shared with Simon, his Beta.

“And Emma says bring her back something, but make sure it doesn’t have antlers or fur.”

Gabe laughed. Emma was a riot. “Taken care of.” He’d already packed a Kachina doll for the Curana in his luggage for when he returned to Halle. He’d picked it up in Arizona, the current seat of the Senate.

“How’s Sarah?”

Max sighed. “I’m not sure. She knows what you’re doing, but I think she’d feel better if you’d call her and talk to her.”

“I have.” Many times. Sarah understood what he was doing but was hurt when he wouldn’t tell her where he was. He couldn’t, by shifter law, tell her where he was while he was in Arizona. The Senate’s compound was highly restricted. Only those on Senate business were allowed in or out. Sarah wouldn’t have been able to be with him there even if she knew where it was. Knowing that had eased some of it, but her frustration was slowly building. He could hear it in her voice every time he spoke to her.

Then he’d been sent to help hunt down the rogue in New York. He hadn’t been able to call until the man was captured and brought to justice. He’d proven to himself that he really did have what it took to be a Hunter. The pride he’d felt at his accomplishment had spilled over when he’d gotten hold of his mate afterwards. Even so, he’d kept to what James had told him, calling Sarah only after he’d left the area. If he’d seen her he’d have claimed her. After all these months of mate dreams nothing would have stopped him.

The one time he’d managed to get an entire week in Halle she hadn’t even been there. She’d made other plans for the holidays, assuming that he’d be too busy to make the trip to Halle. They’d both been upset by that. If he’d known she’d make other plans he would have told her a lot sooner that he was coming to visit. Hell, who was he kidding? He’d had every intention of marking her ass before an hour in Halle had passed. But he’d decided to surprise her, and instead the surprise was on him when she wasn’t even there.

As for James’s house, the Bear had refused to allow her to come, saying that she’d be a major distraction for Gabe, who was still in training. He’d compared it to boot camp, saying wives weren’t allowed until after it was over.

But boot camp only lasted eight weeks, a complaint James had waved off. And to be honest, he was usually too exhausted to do more than eat or sleep. James was working him harder than he’d ever worked before. They’d spent days out in the snow, tracking different shifter volunteers from the Senate.

 He could track Fox, Coyote, Wolf and Puma now. In fact they’d just come back from one such excursion. The only ones they hadn’t practiced with were Lion, Tiger, Lynx and Jaguar, but James assured him they were up next.

It killed Gabe to tell Sarah that, no, she couldn’t come visit. She’d been answering her phone less and less, and he’d taken to calling less and less. When they did manage to get in contact with one another their conversations tended to end in stony silence. The only thing that eased his mind was his rapidly growing friendship with the little red-haired waitress from Frank’s Diner. The Fox had offered to keep an eye on his mate in exchange for his help in moving her family to Halle. She’d become a good friend, almost the little sister he’d never had. She was bubbly and happy most of the time, and loved the work she was doing just as much as he did.

But the mate dreams were killing him. Killing. Him. If she was willing to do half of what he dreamed of he’d be one happy cat.

Hell, even if she never chose to allow him to indulge his darker side he’d be one happy cat. Still, he hoped to talk her into a few things. Watching her come in his dreams, tied to his bed, blindfolded and begging, couldn’t compare to seeing it for real.

“I’ll call her tonight. I promise.” And she’d better answer. He was tired of talking to a machine.

Sarah Parker heard the phone ring and ran for it. One of the bags of groceries slipped, spilling soda all over her floor. “Damn.” She’d have to wait a day to drink that.

“Hi, this is Sarah. Leave a message after the beep.” Beep .

“Sarah, it’s Gabe.” A resigned sigh gusted out of the speaker. “Call me.”

Sarah grabbed the receiver. “Hello!” But he’d already hung up. “Double damn.” He’d sounded so tired.

She dialed him back, but his line was busy. She left a message, hoping he’d call her back that night, but knowing that he wouldn’t. He never did.

She knew what he was doing was important. She wasn’t selfish enough to keep him from that. But why couldn’t he have mated her before he left? Things would have been so much easier. For one thing the fact that she got to hear more about what was going on in his life from fucking Chloe Williams, aka Super Waitress, wouldn’t bother her quite so much. He managed to talk to the redhead way more than he did Sarah, and it was really beginning to bug the shit out of her.

What really sucked was the fact that he’d managed to get home for Christmas. Unfortunately Sarah hadn’t known he was coming, so she’d made plans to visit her family in Florida. She’d left the day before Gabe arrived in Halle, much to their mutual annoyance.

She heard he’d spent a nice time with Chloe. He’d bought the other woman a pretty little charm bracelet with tiny cats and foxes on it. Sarah had to hold back a growl every time she saw it. If it wasn’t for the fact that she’d struck up a friendship with Jim Woods she’d have lost her mind long ago.

The handsome veterinarian was a lifeline for her. They went everywhere together, had a good time together. He knew all about her love for Gabe and accepted the fact that he’d never get any further than friendship, so the tension that usually came with a new relationship wasn’t even there. He was funny, he was kind to animals, and he’d grown up in the area so he knew almost everyone. They had a blast together. He was even Emma’s ex-boyfriend, but somehow he’d managed to make friends with Max, something Sarah hadn’t thought possible considering how territorial the Alpha was towards his mate.

She’d met him at Max and Emma’s, in fact. He’d been there when she’d gone over to discuss a new development with Max, something that had scared the crap out of her at the time. She hadn’t understood what was happening to her at first, but Max had managed to help her sort out what was wrong, and Emma had introduced her to Jim.

But Jim wasn’t Gabe. He never could be. And she was missing her mate more and more with each passing day. The mate dreams were shocking, explicit, and left her damp and wrung out. The marks on her body were a constant reminder of what awaited her once Gabe got over his training and came home to claim her.

If he claimed her. She was slowly beginning to have doubts about that. He’d spent an awful lot of time talking to another woman for Sarah to feel upbeat about their future mating.

She tried one more time to call Gabe back, but got his voicemail. “Gabe, it’s Sarah. I was bringing in groceries and missed your call. Call me back, okay? I have something to tell you.” She sighed, grabbing the mop out of the closet. “I miss you.” She hung up and began to clean up the spilled cola.

“So will Gabe be back in time for the wedding?” Jim picked up his French fry and dipped it in some ketchup.

“I have no idea. I haven’t spoken to him in about two weeks.” Her nerves were completely frazzled. The last time she’d heard his voice had been on her answering machine. He’d never called her back, never heard her news.

This long-distance crap really sucked. If it wasn’t for the fact that she knew he was alive she’d be much more upset. Not that she wasn’t thinking of killing him when she finally did get hold of him.

“Tell you what, if he’s not back in time we can go together.”

She smiled at Jim. God, he was so nice. Jim Woods felt…sweet. Safe. Like a man you could rely on no matter what. But deep down, there was a small spark of mischief in him that would be irresistible to the right woman, and a core of strength that would shock anyone who took him at face value. All of that was wrapped up in a package that screamed all-American hometown boy-next-door. Blond and hazel-eyed, he stood a full head taller than she. He wasn’t as broad-shouldered as Gabe, his legs not as muscular, but his grin was engaging in ways not even Gabe could manage. He was a treat to all of her senses. If she hadn’t been so hung up on her mate she’d have made a move on him a long time ago. “Wouldn’t you rather bring a real date?”

His expression was charming and open, but that little mischievous spark danced in his eyes. “Think of the fun we could have!” He shrugged. “Besides, you know I’m not interested in dating right now.”

Liar. She had a good idea of exactly who he’d like to be dating, and it wasn’t her. “You should ask her out.” It would certainly make Sarah feel better if he asked out the woman he really wanted.

He made a face. “She’s too young for me.”

She tried not to eye the bouncing red ponytail of Chloe Williams. “She’s not that young.”

“She’s twenty-two.”

“Yup. And you’re an ancient, wrinkled mess.”

He almost choked on his French fry.

A new iced tea landed in front of her. “Can I get you anything else?”

Sarah held back her sigh. For some reason Chloe seemed to be pissed at her today. “Nope. Thanks.”

“Oh hey, I heard from Gabe last night. He said to tell you hello.”

Sarah gritted her teeth. “Thanks.” The sympathy in Jim’s gaze was almost too much to bear. “That will be all, Chloe.”

Chloe hesitated for a moment. “Right. Should I tell him to give you a call tonight?”

He’s calling her again tonight? He talked to Chloe almost every day, but couldn’t be bothered to call his mate. Sarah’s temper, normally hard to rouse, snapped its leash. “Don’t bother.”

Chloe looked like she wanted to say something more, a frown marring the smooth surface of her skin, but Sarah chose to ignore it. “All right. Holler if you need anything.”

Sarah ignored the other woman, focusing instead on her nearly empty plate. The burger sat in her stomach like lead.

“So. Want to be my wedding date?”

Sarah looked up into Jim’s warm hazel eyes. “Sure.” After all, it looked like her mate wouldn’t care one way or the other. But first she was going to make a little appointment with Dr. Howard. She was tired of dreaming about something it looked like she was never going to have.

Chapter Three

April

Oh my God. Sarah gaped at the sight of Gabriel Anderson standing in the Philadelphia Airport. He looked so tired it broke her heart. She took a step towards him, her heart hammering in joy and disbelief.

He’s home.

“Gabe!” A flash of red streaked past her. Gabe looked startled for a moment but smiled and held out his arms. Chloe jumped into them, wrapping her legs around the sheriff’s waist.

Gabe’s face was slowly turning red, but the affection pouring off him for the woman in his arms twisted through Sarah’s gut. “Um. Hello, vixen.”

Next to her Jim cleared his throat. “Sorry, kiddo. Looks like lover-boy has a girlfriend.”

Sarah opened up just enough to feel the hurt Jim was trying to hide, then slammed her shields back into place. She’d gotten good at building those shields in the last few months. She was tired of other people’s pity hammering into her recently. Even with Jim pity flavored his pain. “This is all your fault.”

“My fault? How is this my fault?”

She turned to him with a grin. “Because you never asked her out, Dr. Jurassic.”

He made a face. “Sure, blame everything on me.” He took hold of her arm and led her towards the gate.

“We’re sitting together, right?”

She heard Gabe calling her name but ignored him. “Sure are.”

“Because neither one of us wants to watch the two of them together.”

She grimaced. “Right. Hey, maybe they’ll be so busy saying hello they’ll forget to get on the plane!”

They headed down the ramp, arms entwined. “You always see the bright side. That’s what I love about you.”

She giggled. At the very least, Jim would keep her entertained, despite her heartbreak. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at Gabe.

He’d made his choice clear. And it wasn’t her.

“Is everything okay?”

Gabe looked down at Chloe. She was normally good company, but today Gabe just couldn’t get into a conversation with her. “Everything’s fine, little vixen.”

Liar, his Puma purred.

He had to admit his Puma was right. Things were far from fine. Some guy named Jim, Sarah’s fucking date for the wedding, had her giggling like a schoolgirl as he told her some outrageous tale of his travels.

Jim had been at the airport with her, smiling and obviously happy to be with her. He’d held her hand, kissing the back of it and smiling down at her seductively. He was delighted with her, commandeering her to sit next to him on the plane, tucking her hand into the crook of his arm, even carrying her luggage. And when Sarah had tripped, Jim had caught her, saving her from a nasty fall. He’d even planted a soft kiss on Sarah’s forehead.

Gabe had wanted to break Jim’s pretty-boy face at the sight of the other man’s hands around her waist, his lips on her skin. His Puma was growling so loudly Gabe was surprised his chest wasn’t vibrating.

And Jim was pretty. Even as a guy Gabe could see that. He had that smarmy charm women seemed to fall all over themselves for.

Sarah certainly didn’t seem immune to it. Jim reached up and brushed some of that golden hair off his forehead and half the females on the plane sighed, including Sarah.

He stared at Sarah, torn. Why was she acting like this? He’d gotten straight off the plane, exhausted from making sure he was back in Philadelphia in time to go to the wedding of his Alpha and Curana, only to find his mate hanging all over another man. He couldn’t have imagined the shocked joy on her face when she’d first caught sight of him, but he’d been distracted by Chloe’s overenthusiastic greeting. Once he’d gotten himself disentangled from his friend, Sarah had latched onto Jimbo. She’d barely acknowledged he was there. A growl escaped his control when Jim stroked Sarah’s soft cheek. Oh, fucker. Get your hands off her or I’m gonna eat ‘em. He saw Jim’s gaze travel down to where Sarah’s little flowered sundress revealed the sweet swell of her breasts and wanted to rip the bastard’s eyes out of his head.

Gabe forcibly kept the snarl off his face but was helpless to stop his eyes from changing. She’d touched him. She’d dragged those delicate fingers of hers down Jim’s arm, her expression full of mischief and admiration.

Gabe didn’t like that. Not one damn bit. Jealousy churned in his gut. He wanted to pounce on the other man and rip his goddamn throat out for putting that soft look on his mate’s face.

But what startled him was the sound Chloe made as she watched the couple down the aisle having a wonderful time together. The moment Jim’s hand touched Sarah, an odd, high-pitched yip left her lips.

She clamped her mouth shut immediately, turning her face away from the couple to stare at the seat in front of her. Her cheeks turned bright red and she refused to look at anyone. She blew her bangs out of her face, a gesture that reminded him of Sarah. He glanced over at his mate to see her leaning her head against Jim’s shoulder.

“You shouldn’t have left.”

Gabe’s hands clenched in his lap. He would not get up and throw the fucker off the plane. He. Would.

Not. “You know why I had to. Hell, she knows why I had to.”

“Then why don’t you go over there and do something about it?”

Gabe gritted his teeth. He’d like nothing better than to get his hands on Sarah right now. He hadn’t spoken to her since March, and Chloe’s updates on his mate’s whereabouts had been less than encouraging. She seemed to spend an awful lot of time with the handsome veterinarian. Hell, he’d gotten so upset he’d cut his training short by a week just to be with her.

What the hell is she thinking? She had to know how he’d feel about her touching someone else, especially after being apart for so long. He’d meant to see to it that they were mated this week. Now that his training was finally over he was home to stay. But instead of being thrilled to see him she’d frowned and turned her fucking back on him.

He couldn’t remember anything that had hurt him more. Or pissed him off more. Her ass was going to be very sore by the time the week was over.

“While you sit there with your thumb up your stubborn kitty ass my mate is making goo-goo eyes at your mate.”

His head whipped around to study Chloe. “So why don’t you go over there and do something?”

She flushed. “He thinks I’m a kid. I overheard him telling someone at the office.”

The low, canine growl in her voice nearly matched the feline one lodged in his throat. “Well I hope you’re one of those people who have more than one mate, because I’m gonna kill me a vet if he doesn’t learn to keep his hands to himself.”

Chloe glared at him. “And what should I do about your sweet little pus—”

He slapped his hand over her mouth. “Don’t call her that. It’s not polite.”

She grumbled against his palm. He laughed, ignoring the looks the other passengers sent their way.

He also tried to ignore the niggling little voice telling him that maybe Chloe was right. That maybe he had made a mistake he was now paying for. It should have been his hands stroking Sarah’s satiny skin, not Jim’s. But what in hell was he supposed to do about it now? He sat back and stared out the plane’s window. He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to stop watching Sarah and Jim. If he didn’t, there’d be an animal-related death at thirty thousand feet.

Sarah tried to ignore how happy Gabe and Chloe seemed as they left Orlando International Airport.

Their heads were close together, deep in conversation as they waited for their luggage.

Sarah was still in shock. She hadn’t known Gabe would be able to make the trip to Florida. It wasn’t like he bothered to call her and tell her his plans anymore. Sarah tried to hear what they were talking about, but the noisy Orlando airport was just too much. Jim stayed close by her side, trying his best to keep her spirits up in the face of Chloe and Gabe’s obvious involvement.

The affection she could feel pouring off Gabe every time he looked at Chloe was tearing her apart.

“Emma says I’m riding in the limo with you, but Chloe isn’t.”

Ouch. “Won’t she be offended?”

Jim grinned down at her, putting the last of their bags on the cart. “Do you really care?”

She didn’t even have to think about it. “Nope. Do you care?”

Jim laughed, gaining both Gabe’s and Chloe’s attention. They both glared at Jim, though why Chloe would be angry with the man Sarah had no clue. Jim, the big ham, leaned down and bussed her cheek.

“They’re watching us.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Jim surprised her, picking her up and twirling her away from the baggage return. She squealed, laughing when he put her down. “Having fun, sweetheart?”

She nodded up at him, grinning like a loon.

She tried to ignore it when Gabe helped Chloe get her rental car, joining them at the limo only once he was sure she was on her way. There was only so much distraction Jim could provide.

“Everyone ready?” Max gently ushered Emma inside the limo, his gaze lingering on his mate’s pert backside. He settled next to Emma and had her in his lap within seconds. Emma curled around him, sighing softly.

Sarah climbed in next, delighted when Jim sat next to her. She immediately snuggled closer to him, giving Adrian and Sheri, the Pride Marshall and his mate, room to get in. Dr. Adrian Giordano was Max’s business partner; his pale, legally blind mate was the latest addition to the Halle Pride.

Rick and Belle, the Poconos Pack Alphas, took the seat next to the door. The large Pack Alpha settled Belle in with unexpected gentleness, careful of the hip she’d injured saving Sheri from her insane ex-boyfriend. Her hip was better now, but thanks to a rival, Belle had been forced to have the pins removed too soon in order to shift and face a dominance challenge. She’d limp for the rest of her life because of it, but Rick didn’t seem to care. They’d both been asked to be in the wedding, an honor they’d accepted happily. Rick’s long red hair was pulled back in a tail, wisps flying up in the Florida breeze as he climbed in after his petite Luna.

“Damn, Rick. You need to wash your hair.” Simon, the Pride Beta and Max’s best man, climbed in, pretending to spit out bits of the Wolf’s hair. Becky, Emma’s Beta and matron of honor, climbed in after him, laughing and smacking Simon on the arm as Rick gave Simon the one-finger salute.

Gabe was the last party member in the limo. He stopped short when he saw Sarah sitting close to Jim, his gaze fixed on the hand Jim had resting on her thigh.

Sarah turned her face away from Gabe, looking up at Jim with affection. The entire plane ride Gabe had chatted and laughed with Chloe, showing no signs that Sarah’s sitting with Jim bothered him in the least.

So why is he growling?

She used her newfound powers to try and figure out how Gabe felt and was shocked. He was livid. Jim looked remarkably like a chew toy to the Second.

Jim leaned down, his gaze caressing her face as his fingers stroked her thigh. “So, how about dinner tonight?”

“Sorry, she’s busy.”

She blinked, anger stirring at Gabe’s smug expression. “Excuse me?” He hasn’t bothered to call me for a month and suddenly thinks he has the right to dictate my life?

I don’t think so.

“Gabe’s right, Sarah.” Emma shrugged, the traitor. “Tonight we’ve got reservations for the entire wedding party, plus Jim and Chloe, of course, at The Rainforest Café.”

“Oh.” She grinned up at Jim, delighted when Gabe’s expression turned fierce. Suck it up, big guy, just like I’ve had to every time Chloe throws your “friendship” in my face. She knew it wasn’t logical, but a tiny spurt of hope bloomed with that look. Maybe things weren’t as grim as she’d thought they were. “Looks like you’re taking me to dinner on Max’s dime.”

Everyone except Gabe chuckled.

“Tell you what. I’ll take you dancing on my dime after dinner.” Jim picked up her hand and kissed the palm, oblivious to the way Gabe’s sapphire blue eyes turned gold before they were quickly shielded by his ridiculously long lashes.

“Oh, dancing! That’s a great idea!” Emma giggled, her gaze darting back and forth between Gabe, Jim and Sarah.

Subtlety, thy name is not Emma. The Curana knew that Gabe and Sarah were meant to be mates and was obviously trying to play matchmaker.

Jim lifted his lips from her palm. “Does anyone hear a tearing sound?”

Sarah looked over at Gabe, not surprised to see his hands in his lap. Next to his right leg, four long furrows had been dug into the leather seat.

She tried to hide her glee at the sight. He’s actually jealous. Maybe this will work out! She snuggled next to Jim, a small smile on her face as she listened to her friends chatting and laughing together. Only Gabe remained silent, his face cold as he watched Jim play with her fingers.

Gabe settled into his hotel room with an angry growl.

Sarah was pulling away from him.

All during the flight from Philadelphia to Orlando, he’d watched her. Not once had she glanced over to see what he was up to.

And that chapped his ass more than he thought it would. Almost as much as the fact that the mate dreams had stopped seemed to bother his Puma. He hadn’t had a taste of his sweet Sarah for weeks. He had no idea what that meant, but his Puma had damn near gone into mourning.

Fuck.

He’d nearly lost it in the limo at the sight of another man’s hands all over his mate. The only thing stopping him from changing and killing the son of a bitch had been the presence of his Pride leaders, and the fact that the very human Jim didn’t stand a chance against him.

If Jim were a shifter, however, Gabe wouldn’t have been able to hold back. There’d be one less dickhead in the world sniffing after his Sarah, Chloe’s intended mate or not.

He lay down, intent on taking a short nap before his shower, hoping it would ease the growing headache that always seemed to be present these days. He was dreading what was going to happen at dinner. If Jim touched Sarah’s soft skin one more time, he was going head first into the mouth of an animatronic gorilla.

“Sarah.”

She shivered as that deep voice rolled over her. She didn’t dare look up, knowing that would earn her a spanking. Not normally a bad thing, but that wasn’t what she wanted just then. I wish I’d taken another one of those damn sleeping pills. She slept like the dead when she did, not dreaming at all, not even the silly little dreams she’d had before she’d met Gabe. Unfortunately she’d decided not to, not wanting to be light-headed through dinner. The sleeping pills always made her groggy when she woke up too soon. Besides, Gabe didn’t seem the type to take an afternoon nap.

Admit it. Part of you thought he’d be in Chloe’s room.

She gritted her teeth at the thought of him with the redhead. It made her even more determined than ever that he wouldn’t get what he wanted easily. Not this time.

“Look at me, Sarah.”

She peeked up at him through her lashes, allowing her defiance to shine through.

“That’s one, baby. Now look up at me.”

Fuck it. She would not submit. As far as she was concerned he’d betrayed her. He no longer had her obedience. He’d have to earn it back along with her trust.

“Put your hands behind your back, baby.”

Sarah stubbornly kept them where they were, in her lap.

He studied her, circling her, his stride sleek and commanding. “I said, put your hands behind your back.”

“No.”

He stopped, one brow rising arrogantly. “No?”

She turned her face from him, the first time she’d dared to do that in their dream.

He crouched down, one hand going to her chin, pulling her face around. She closed her eyes, refusing to look at him. “Sarah.”

She opened her eyes, hoping he would see the anger and the pain. She wanted him to know what he’d done to her. “You no longer have me.”

He reared back, his hand dropping from her face. Anguish flitted briefly across his face before anger washed over it. “Jim.”

“Chloe.” She glared at him. “Apparently she’s the one who should be here right now.”

“What?”

“Are you sleeping with her?”

For one second he looked stunned, confused, before determination settled in. He grabbed her upper arms, pulling her into his body. “I am not sleeping with Chloe!”

“Bullshit.”

His expression turned cold. “That’s two.”

“That’s none! How could you?”

She gasped as his eyes turned to gold. “I give you my word I have not slept with Chloe.”

She turned her face away. He’d been home over Christmas, given Chloe that pretty little bracelet. He’d had the time and probably the inclination. “Liar.”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw his jaw clench. “That’s three.”

Uh-oh. He had a hard and fast rule: three strikes, and she was out.

She fought him as he pulled her over his knee, but he was too strong for her.

“One: I have never, ever lied to you. Not even in dreams.”

SMACK. His palm landed, stinging her backside. She howled, trying to pull away from him, but he held her down firmly. The sting faded quickly, her arousal growing as she tried to squirm off his lap.

“Two. I have not slept with Chloe.”

Smack. This one was not as hard as the first. He caressed the mark his hand left behind. She licked her lips as her belly flipped. Normally, she loved it when he spanked her. The heat of his hand, the sting of his palm, would give way to an arousal so intense he didn’t need to do anything else to get her off.

Which was why she needed to get away. She wriggled harder, pinching his thigh, trying to get him to let her go. If that third smack landed…

SMACK!

She shuddered. Licking her lips, she looked up at him through her bangs and wondered what he would do if she just sank her fangs into his leg.

“If you so much as let Jim touch your little pinky, you won’t sit down for a week. Do you understand me?”

She blew a raspberry at him. He was so stunned she actually got free.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. “Oh, no you don’t.” Hard arms wrapped around her, holding her against him, back to front. “A little something to remind you to be a good girl, other than your sore ass.” He bit her neck, and she just knew he was sucking up a mark. If he’d let his fangs drop he’d have been marking her as his. One hand drifted down to her dripping pussy, pushing up against her clit, stroking her fast and furious until she was writhing in his embrace.

She screeched as she came, but it felt empty somehow.

With one final smack on her ass he set her free. “Now…”

Sarah woke, grateful the alarm clock had kept the dream from going any further. She just knew what he’d had in mind. Another quick, hard fuck followed by yet more rejection. With a sigh she stood and headed into the shower, stripping as she went. She was still tired. The nap had hardly been what she’d call restful . Damn him, anyway.

She washed quickly and toweled off, pulling her underwear out of the drawer. She didn’t have much time, thanks to Gabe’s little game. If she had her way the games would end one way or another before the end of this trip.

She wanted her hair and makeup to be perfect tonight, so she’d need to hurry. She had to do her damndest to outshine the perky female who had her mate’s undivided attention. Dinner was in under an hour and she still needed to catch the shuttle to Animal Kingdom.

She dressed quickly in the strappy little red sundress and matching sandals, plugged in her blow-dryer, and began taking care of her short bob, curling the ends under to frame her face. Just as she lifted her brush she noticed the bite mark on her neck. She turned the dryer off and leaned in closer to get a better look.

“Rat bastard.” It wasn’t the first time he’d marked her in a dream. Light hand prints had shown up more than once on her backside, hickeys on her shoulder blades and breasts, and now this. It was nice and dark too, and right where anyone could see it. The first time it had happened she’d been freaked out.

Now, she was just annoyed.

It took her a while, but she finally got it covered with makeup. How do I explain to people a dream hickey, anyway?

Shaking her head she started the dryer up again. If she didn’t hurry she’d be late, and it would all be Gabe’s fault.

It rained of course. What else could you expect in Florida in April? Hell, at least it had helped get rid of the unfulfilled hard-on he’d been sporting since his dream of Sarah had been interrupted. He didn’t even have the heart to be pissed about the aborted dream; seeing her there had been more than worth it. His Puma was actually growly again, something he hadn’t thought he’d miss until it was gone. He got to the restaurant before the worst of the rain hit, so he wasn’t too soaked. Still, the damp clothing and the cold air-conditioning was sending shivers down his spine and pulling up goose bumps on his arms.

He thought he was the first one there until he spied Emma shopping. The Rainforest Café was set up so that one entered the restaurant through the gift shop attached to it. He smiled as he caught Max’s wince, but Emma’s laughter pulled her mate to her like a magnet to iron.

He watched them, so happy together, and wondered if he and Sarah would ever be that happy. The dream this afternoon had disturbed him on more than one level. Sarah’s defiance had startled him, turned him on and hurt him, all at the same time. Her pain had struck him deep, made him question his decisions like never before, even more than seeing her with Jim had. The only thing he could come up with was that his Puma was bound and determined to have him finally claim her as his own.

Even in dreams she’d never argued with him like that before. He’d been telling dream-Sarah the truth.

He couldn’t bring himself to lie to her, even there. He hadn’t slept with Chloe. He hadn’t been with a real woman in a long time. Hell, even his dreams were faithful to her! How could she think for even a second that he would betray their bond that way? The pain in her eyes had been too much for him to bear, and when she’d told him he didn’t have her any longer, he’d nearly broken down and ended his torment, marking her for all to see as his, if only in his own mind.

He had to stop this. He had to remember that they were only dreams, or that pain he’d seen in her would drive him mad.

Why had his dream of her accused him of infidelity? That really bothered him. Was he secretly attracted to Chloe? He tried to picture kissing her and shuddered in revulsion.

Nope. That isn’t it. The thought of touching any female flesh but Sarah’s was revolting. So why did Dream Sarah accuse me of that? What was his subconscious trying to tell him? Could his closeness with Chloe be the root of his problems with Sarah? But why?

He shook his head and wondered what Sarah’s dreams were like. How did he act in them? Did he bring her flowers and candy? Did he make sweet, gentle love to her? Did they argue constantly? One thing was for sure. He very much doubted he spanked her until she came.

He stopped, stunned by a single, horrifying thought. What if she doesn’t dream of me at all?

He heard Sarah’s tinkling laughter and turned towards the entrance of the restaurant, compelled to catch a glimpse of her. She was shaking water out of her hair, giggling up at the walking dead man beside her.

She was soaked through, her short red sundress clinging to her curves in a way guaranteed to raise the blood pressure of any male who wasn’t gay, showing off legs Gabe had felt wrapped around his waist more than once. Gabe stepped forward, instinctively looking for a way to shield his mate from other men’s eyes.

Before he could reach her Jim led her right over to the towels and began gently drying her off. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, I’ll just buy it for you.”

“Thank you, Jim.” She gazed up at the soon-to-be corpse with affection. Affection that rightfully belonged to him. When Jim’s towel-covered hands drifted dangerously close to her cleavage Gabe snarled, unable to hold himself back a second longer.

That’s it. Dickhead’s gonna find out what that towel tastes like.

The towel lifted just enough to reveal the side of Sarah’s neck, halting Gabe in his tracks. His entire being was focused on the mark on her neck.

The mark he’d put there not two hours before.

He stared at it, wondering what the fuck was going on. How the hell was that possible? He hadn’t actually bitten her! It had been a fucking dream, for God’s sake!

She caught him staring at her. Her expression turned wary, and her hand moved up to cover the mark.

He caught her gaze with his own, trapping her, mentally demanding answers she couldn’t possibly give him.

When her eyes lowered submissively, he nearly cursed out loud. His cock twitched, his erection growing to painful proportions behind his jeans despite their cold dampness.

She’d somehow been there in his dreams, in his arms, writhing on his cock, every damn night for months

. And she’d done everything he’d asked of her .

She blushed, pulling back, away from him and closer to the man who was going to become cat chow.

Gabe felt the purr of his Puma, a feral sound, one that he’d become familiar with over the last few months. Oh, hell no, baby. You can try to run, but I will hunt you down. And when I do I’m going to have a few things to say about your relationship with Dr. Deadman.

You’re mine.

Chapter Four

Gabe was watching her with obvious irritation as she settled in next to Jim, his growl of disapproval so low only the other shifters could hear him. The one time she’d dared glance at him, he’d smiled that sexier-than-hell grin of his, the one she’d seen only in her dreams, and held up one finger. She could almost hear him in her head.

That’s one.

He virtually ignored Chloe, who wavered between sending him questioning looks and smiling sweetly at Jim, who in turn ignored her in favor of Sarah.

This weird love triangle was beginning to look suspiciously like a rectangle. Gabe wanted Chloe (and Sarah, if the glare he kept steadily on Jim was any indication). Sarah wanted Gabe, Chloe wanted Gabe (and Jim, from the lustful looks she kept sending his way). Jim wanted…Emma? Maybe? The vibe she got off the vet was strange. He watched Emma when he thought she wasn’t looking with a sort of wistful regret, but when he looked at Chloe, he felt guilt, and enough hot lust to melt paint off the space shuttle.

He really needed to get over the fact that Chloe was only twenty-two and just make a move on her. If Gabe lets him, that is. Because despite his glare at Jim he’d seated Chloe next to him with a gentle smile he hadn’t bothered to give his mate.

She sighed and took another sip of her margarita. A love hexagon just doesn’t have the same ring to it somehow. She needed a distraction or she was going to wind up with a migraine from all the tension at the table. Luckily it wasn’t hard to be distracted in a restaurant like The Rainforest Café. Every few minutes the “animals” would squeal, squeak, roar or shout. It was hard to hear yourself think, let alone make conversation with someone else, but she and Jim managed it, mostly by leaning into each other and yelling in each others’ ears.

If it wasn’t for Gabe and Chloe glaring at the two of them it would have been a lot of fun.

“I think lover-boy is pissed at me,” Jim shouted discreetly in her ear over the “thunderstorm”. “He looks like he wants to beat me with my own head.”

She giggled, leaning into him. “Wouldn’t that be kinda hard?”

He cupped her cheek, conveniently hiding their mouths from Gabe. “Not if he rips it off first.” His lips touched her ear. “He’d probably have it encased in resin and use it as a bowling ball so the pain would be eternal.”

“I don’t think you’d be feeling much pain in your bowling ball.” She tapped his chin with her finger.

“Now, if he decided to use your hollowed-out balls as castanets?”

He blinked and quickly hid his face against her shoulders. “I’m frightened. Hold me?”

She threw her head back and laughed, ignoring the anger beating at her skin like a living thing, desperate to break through the façade of cheer she held in front of her like a shield. She knew whose anger she was feeling, but she completely ignored her mate in favor of the human sitting next to her. Quite frankly, after months of ignoring Sarah, Gabe deserved to see what it felt like.

Jim’s smile tickled the bite mark Gabe had left behind. “When did you get a hickey, Sarah?”

Her eyes went wide. “Um…”

“Did you burn yourself with curlers or something just to make him jealous?” He leaned back and put his arm around her shoulders, smiling at Gabe. “Gotta love a smart woman, eh, Gabriel?” he shouted across the table.

Gabe smiled back, showing more teeth than should be humanly possible. “Some women are smarter than others, I’ll grant you that.”

Her lashes lowered at the look on his face. She had the feeling that if they’d been in their dream her ass would be burning right now.

“Sarah? I need to speak to you privately.”

She looked up at Gabe and noted the smile had turned into fierce determination. She opened her mouth to reply, not quite sure what she was going to say. Her heart was pounding, partly in fear, partially in anticipation.

Jim interrupted her before she could speak, kissing her cheek. “Are we still going dancing after dinner?”

She smiled sweetly up at Jim, taking the out he handed her, ruthlessly ignoring the seething man across the table from her. She knew at some point there would be a reckoning, but for now she was going to enjoy the support of her friend. Something about the way Gabe was watching her reminded her of what he’d been training to do for the last several months. “Sounds great!”

Jim picked up her hand and kissed her fingers again. A small shiver went through her, but not because of Jim. The two fingers Gabe tapped against his plate were a warning, and she knew it. Luckily the restaurant’s animated animals chose that moment to begin their screams, distracting Jim from the golden-eyed glare Gabe was sending his way. That had to be giving him a headache. She’d never seen a Puma’s eyes remain gold for so long.

Gabe’s sudden turn-around was startling, and she didn’t quite trust it. He’d spent the better part of two months ignoring her in favor of Chloe, but a couple of hours of Sarah flirting with Jim had him doing a countdown to a spanking? Hah!

The Pride leaders were standing, laughing and joking about dancing the night away over at Universal Studio’s nightclubs. Her plan was to dance and have fun with the blond god next to her. She would deal with the consequences tomorrow. Tonight she had a date with a good friend and a little white pill that guaranteed her a dreamless sleep.

Gabe stood next to one of the many sofas that surrounded the dance floor and watched as his mate shimmied to the music with Jim. Part of him wanted to storm over and cart her off into the sunset.

The other part was stuck listening to Simon and Adrian while he sipped a beer and pretended to listen.

At least she wasn’t dirty dancing with the asshole.

Actually, he couldn’t call what she was doing dancing. She looked like she was having spasms. He hid his grin behind his beer as he watched her happily gyrating to the music. The look on Jim’s face as he watched his partner was priceless. He doubted the man would stay on the dance floor with her for much longer. He at least seemed to know what he was doing. Sarah, on the other hand…

“She looks like someone’s poking her ass with a stick.” Simon cocked his head, watching as Sarah’s body bowed in a way that should have been physically impossible while standing. In fact, Gabe was surprised she was still standing.

Adrian shook his head sadly. “What I want to know is, does she thinks she’s actually dancing?”

Simon cocked his head the other way, like he was studying some strange alien life-form and didn’t quite know what to make of it. “That’s dancing? I thought it was some sort of weird religious thing. I know I saw a few of those moves on the Discovery Channel.”

“Yes, but were they done by humans?”

Gabe turned back to his two friends, not surprised to see them smirking at him. “Do I make fun of your mates?”

“Have any of them given you such a good reason to?” Adrian took a sip of his own beer, his gaze straying over to his pale fiancée. She sat on the sofa behind them, her sensitive eyes carefully shielded from the strobe lights by big white sunglasses. She was laughing and chatting with Becky and Belle. Rick hovered over the women, a small smile on his face as he listened to them chat, his massive arms crossed over his chest, hard, cold eyes softening as they rested on Belle.

“I don’t think any of our mates would be, ah, brave enough to step out onto the dance floor like that,”

Simon laughed, his own gaze straying to Becky’s wild head of curls. The big glass artist’s face was full of happiness.

Gabe rolled his eyes, his attention drifting back to Sarah. Jim was laughing at something Sarah had said or done, but he kept his body at a distance, possibly fearing for his limbs. Gabe was okay with the way they were dancing together…for now. The moment a slow song came on, however, he was going to be on the dance floor. There was only so much he could stomach. Seeing Sarah in another man’s arms was not an option. “I still need to mark her.” And he had to do it before Jim got any closer to Sarah than he already was.

“You should have taken care of that before you left.” Gabe shot Simon a look. The Beta slammed one large hand down on Gabe’s shoulder. “What the hell were you waiting for?”

Gabe grimaced. “The Hunter who trained me told me it would make things a lot more difficult for both of us.” He ran his fingers through his hair wearily. “I’m beginning to think taking his advice was a huge mistake.”

Simon frowned. “Damn. Six months, knowing who your mate was but leaving her unclaimed? The dreams must have been driving you insane. I know they’re what finally made me realize what my Puma had been telling me for months. I just wish I’d acted sooner, before she got hurt.”

Gabe nodded. Simon would probably never forgive himself for not claiming Becky before Livia, the rogue Puma who had tried to make Emma and Becky’s lives hell, had managed to hurt her. “Seeing the hickey I gave her in one of those dreams was surreal. It just solidified for me how big a mistake it was.”

It took him a moment to realize that the two men were staring at him, shock on their faces. “What?”

Adrian was the first to recover. “You bit her in a dream and the mark showed up for real?”

“Hickey. I gave her a hickey.” What would have happened if he had marked her in the dream? Would they be going through this now?

“Whatever.” Adrian frowned. “As far as I know, that’s impossible.”

Gabe shrugged. That jived with what Gabe knew, but nevertheless the mark was there. “Obviously not.”

Simon kept watch on the women while Adrian and Gabe chatted, but Gabe could tell they had the Beta’s full attention. The fact that the Alpha and Beta had been made, not born, meant that the two men occasionally ran across some aspect of being a shifter that was still new to them.

And wouldn’t he have loved to be a fly on the wall when Jonathon Friedelinde, the old Alpha, had bitten the two men? He wondered how all of them had handled the inevitable arousal that would have spiked between them. He’d heard the sensation was incredibly intense. He figured their girlfriends must have walked funny for a week afterwards, but no way in hell would he say that out loud where Emma and Becky could hear it considering they’d been dating Livia and Belle at the time.

Come to think of it, perhaps he shouldn’t mention it in front of Rick, either.

Adrian shrugged. “Well, as far as I know, the mate dreams are just that: dreams. What you do in them has no impact on your mate whatsoever.”

“I know that’s how it normally works, but she knew it was there. She even covered it with her hand.”

Gabe watched as Sarah attempted to twirl and nearly fell on a nearby couple. Jim’s quick hands stopped her from a nasty fall. Gabe grumbled and wondered if he’d actually have to thank the asshole.

“Could it have something to do with the fact that she’s the Omega?”

Gabe felt everything in him still. For the third time that night he was stunned. “Excuse me?” Omega?

She’s the Omega? Since when?

Then something else occurred to him. But that means… He turned, glaring at his mate as she danced with Jim. That means she knows exactly how I feel about her being with Jim. Omegas were the heart of the Pride. Just as the Marshal could feel the physical well-being each Pride member, the Omega could sense their emotional state. Together they allowed the Alpha to zero in on individual problems within the Pride that he might otherwise overlook.

His grin was feral as he caught her eye and held up three fingers. Oh, baby. That’s three. He wasn’t surprised to see the hint of wariness on her face before she turned her attention back to her dance partner.

“Yeah. It’s been informally confirmed. We all agreed to hold off on the formal announcement until after you got back from your training.” Simon shrugged, looking vaguely uncomfortable.

“Really.”

“Gabe.” He turned back to Adrian, who was frowning at him. “You weren’t here. From everything we saw and heard you were pursuing Chloe, not Sarah.”

“What?” His jaw clenched. Sarah had leveled the same accusation at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Simon began ticking things off on his fingers. “The bracelet you gave Chloe for Christmas when you didn’t bother giving Sarah a gift.” Gabe flushed. He had a present for Sarah, he’d just wanted to give it to her in person. “You talk to Chloe almost every day, but don’t call Sarah at all.”

“Sarah stopped answering her phone.” Gabe was becoming pissed. Even the Pride leaders thought he’d betrayed his mate with another woman?

Things were worse than he thought.

“And Chloe constantly talks about you and what you’re doing, while Sarah knows next to nothing.”

He frowned. That wasn’t what he’d intended at all. Chloe was supposed to befriend Sarah, keep her company. When she’d stopped answering the phone he’d become worried about her. And from what Chloe had said Sarah was spending a lot of time with…

 Aw hell. Please tell me that Chloe didn’t deliberately sabotage my relationship with Sarah. “Christ, what a mess. I have to fix this.”

Simon pointed with his chin towards the dance floor. “Go dance with your woman. Sounds like they’re about to start a slow song.” The big artist winked, grinning. “And with all those bodies dry-humping out there no one will even care if you give your mate a bite, will they?”

Gabe watched as the lights dimmed and Sarah stepped into Jim’s arms. “I think you may be right.”

It was past time to claim what was his.

Sarah knew the moment Gabe stepped up behind her. His heat and masculine scent enveloped her, despite the fact that she was in another man’s arms. He reached around her and tapped Jim’s shoulder.

“May I cut in?”

Jim made a great show of reluctantly letting Sarah go, scowling at Gabe before giving her a light peck on the cheek and stalking away. She almost stopped him, terrified of what Gabe had planned for her. His emotions beat against her back, anger and remorse mixed with a primal need to stake his claim on her.

His hands slipped around her waist, cradling him to her. His erection pressed against her lower back, the heat from his cock and the savage satisfaction that broke through at his touch making her weak in the knees. With him touching her there was no way she could completely shield herself from his emotions.

She searched frantically for a distraction, the thought of those three fingers he’d held up worrying her.

She found it when Jim got stopped by Chloe. The two spoke for a moment and, with a shrug, he pulled her into his arms and onto the dance floor. The lust pouring off both of them was incandescent.

“Sarah.”She shivered as he licked the mark on her neck, her attention suddenly riveted to the man behind her. His teeth scraped the sensitive juncture of her shoulder and she twitched. “Hold still, baby.”

Oh, no you don’t. Not that easily, and especially not in public. She pulled away, hunching her shoulders against his fangs. “No.”

“No?” A feather-soft kiss caressed the nape of her neck. “Why no?”

She growled. “Gee, I don’t know. Should we start with Chloe?”

“I told you I didn’t sleep with her, Sarah.” She turned in his arms, not surprised when he pulled her firmly against him. He patted her rear. “Or do I need to remind you of that conversation?”

She sniffed, her irritation growing when he smiled down at her lazily. “Fine. How about we talk about the fact that you’ve basically been ignoring me?”

“I called and you didn’t answer. Or when you did, we fought.” His jaw worked, the tension rolling off him almost nauseating her. “You couldn’t come to me and I couldn’t go to you, and it was driving us both insane.”

“So you turned to another woman?”

He shook his head. “Chloe was supposed to make friends with you, to help you. Damn it, Sarah! I was worried bout you.”

He had an odd way of showing it. “You’re joking, right?”

“Chloe wasn’t supposed to give you the impression we were dating. She was supposed to make sure you were all right. That’s all. I promise you, the only thing I feel for Chloe is…God, she’s like the sister I never had and now I’m glad I didn’t get.”

If it wasn’t for the sincerity she could feel coursing through him, she’d cry bullshit. One of the things she’d discovered since becoming Omega was that it was damn difficult to lie to her. The guilt most people felt when lying tended to bleed through. Still, if he’d actually been that stupidly gullible she’d have to make sure he never, ever did something like that again. “If that was your plan, I have two words for you. Epic fail.”

“I’ll talk to Chloe. I promise you I will straighten this out.”

She sneered. “Sure you will.” And she would spend that time with Jim. At least he didn’t leave her senses reeling.

“Sarah. You’re my mate. You. Chloe is just a friend.” His shoulders slumped, his head landing on her shoulder with a weary sigh. “I should have told James to fuck off and marked you before I left. You have no idea how sorry I am that I didn’t.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. She couldn’t see anyone who wasn’t Pride stopping Gabe from doing what he wanted to do unless he didn’t want to do it.

He lifted his head. Whatever he saw on her face had one brow rising arrogantly. “Don’t you think I regret not marking you before I left?”

“Not really, considering you’ve been free to get a fucking girlfriend.”

His expression darkened. “That’s five.”

“Five?” She pushed back against his chest, straining against his hold. She just wanted to put a little space between them, but he wasn’t allowing it.

“One for sitting next to Jim. Two for agreeing to go dancing with him. Three for doing it knowing exactly how I felt about it.” His hand curved around the nape of her neck, holding her possessively. “Four for turning away from my mark. And now five for thinking I would ever betray you that way.” The hand not caressing her neck smoothed down her back, landing to rest just atop the curve of her ass. “Care to make it six?”

She scowled up at him. “Care to get your ass kicked?”

He threw his head back and laughed. “I thought so.” His hand landed against her ass, smacking her right there on the dance floor. “Go ahead, baby. Keep pushing.”

She glared at him but refused to answer. The flutter in her lower belly wouldn’t let her. She was afraid if she opened her mouth she’d say something stupid like Please fuck me.

“Sarah.”

She lowered her eyes. She couldn’t help herself.

“Look at me, Sarah.” She looked up at him to find that his expression was full of regret. “You stopped answering the phone. You stopped talking to me. So I asked Chloe to make friends with you so I’d know you were okay. I had no idea she’d give you the impression that the two of us were dating.”

The pain of loss was still thrumming through her, and she wasn’t certain she believed him about Chloe. It was the reason she’d turned to those little white pills Dr. Howard had given her. “Uh-huh. Sure. I called you back more than once, but you never returned those calls. Was that when you started turning to Chloe?”

“Chloe is only a friend.” He growled when she snorted her disbelief. “Sarah.” She shivered at his tone.

She’d heard it in dreams, but never in reality. It demanded her attention, her obedience, and without thought she started to comply. He leaned down and blew on the side of her neck, right where the hickey was. She shivered in response, his smile tickling her skin. “You are my mate. The only woman I dream about is you.” She could feel his arousal, the sensation heightening her own. She could also feel his determination and his possessiveness. Instead of smothering her, she felt cocooned by it, a warm blanket she could cuddle under for the rest of her life. He licked her neck. “Did you know that the dreams we share aren’t normal?” He caressed her ass, moving her in time to the music, his fingers brushing the bottom curve of her ass. “Most people only dream of making love to their future mate.” He lifted his head from her throat, catching her chin on the edge of his hand and turning her face up to his. “You and I actually make love.”

“Why?” When he frowned down at her, she added, “Why did we wind up connected that way?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it was because we didn’t speak for so long, or maybe because you’re the Omega.”

That reminder was all she needed to pull back from him and the warm seduction he was tempting her with. “Or maybe it’s because you didn’t really want me.”

“Damn it, Sarah.” His long-suffering sigh was music to her ears.

“So you turned to Chloe.”

His eyes narrowed, determination filling his features. “I’m not going to explain myself again. Listen carefully. You are my mate. The thought of touching anyone other than you is disgusting. Do you understand me?”

She lowered her lashes, hiding her gaze from his. He might think they were done with the topic, but she was far from done. “What happens when you leave again?”

He sighed and pulled her in close, cradling her head against his shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby. Right now wild gorillas couldn’t drag me away from you.”

She sniffed, resisting the temptation to snuggle into his warmth. Damn, he smells so good. “What about wild waitresses?”

His chest rumbled as he growled. “That’s seven.”

 He still wasn’t sure why he’d allowed her to stop him from marking her right there on the dance floor, but he had to admit just the freedom to hold her in his arms was incredible. No more doubts, no worries, just him and his mate caressing each other with their bodies as the music seduced them. He buried his face in her hair, wallowing in her scent, imbedding it into his memory. He wanted to cover himself in that scent, to have her covered in his until he couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the other began. And despite his words he knew he had a lot to make up for.

She tripped, almost pulling them to the floor. He caught her easily.

“Sorry.” She buried her flaming cheeks against his chest again after granting him one glance full of embarrassment.

“I know how to keep you safe from falling.”

She eyed him warily. “How?”

He smiled and lifted her so that her feet were dangling, enjoying her shocked gasp.

“Put me down, Gabe!”

“Look at me, Sarah.” He used the same tone he used during their scenes, knowing what her instinctive response would be. He smiled gently when her head lifted, her face turning up to his. “Trust me.” The uncertainty there tore at his heart, but it was his own fault, damn it. He’d do whatever it took to get her to believe in him again. “I will never let you fall.”

“Don’t you mean never again?”

“Hmm?” He rocked her gently to the music, her toes barely brushing the tops of his feet. He barely felt her weight. He frowned, studying her. Damn . She was thinner. Why hadn’t he noticed before? He’d have to make sure to fix that, too. He couldn’t let his baby get sick.

“You’ll never let me fall again.” She lowered her lashes, once again hiding her expression from him, but not before he saw the disbelief in her face and knew it wasn’t a physical fall she referred to.

“Stop it.” He set her down on her feet but kept her close. “I’m going to prove to you that you can trust me.”

She stopped dancing. “I begged for you. I cried for you. And you turned away from me. Do you know how that feels?”

“No. Sarah–”

“It feels like this! ”

Sharp, cutting pain, deep despair, rejection, jealousy, Gabe felt it all. Got savaged by what he’d done to his mate. He’d stayed away from her, tried to protect her from their separation. Instead, in refusing to claim her he’d nearly destroyed her. He damn near dropped to his knees, the agony ripping through him almost more than he could bear.

 “Now all of a sudden you want to claim me? How can I trust that?”

The feelings, her feelings, shut off abruptly, but lingered in his heart, mingling with his own until he couldn’t tell where his left off and hers began.

The tears in her eyes clawed at him. He wanted to lift his face and scream from the pain he’d inflicted on his sweet Sarah. “What do you want me to do, Sarah? Beg? Cry?” Because he’d do both just to get that look off her face, those emotions from her heart.

“No.”

“Then what?”

Determination filled her face. “I want the same treatment you gave Chloe.”

What? “What, exactly, do you mean by that?” Gabe was starting to get seriously pissed off. The fact that Sarah still believed he’d somehow been with Chloe rankled. How could she continue to think he’d do that to her?

Easy, dickhead. Your friend went out of her way to make Sarah think it. He needed to sit Chloe down and find out what the hell had been going through her head. She knew how important Sarah was to him. Gabe almost growled in frustration but contained it. Sarah deserved her pound of flesh, but damn if he’d let her take too much or too long.

“I want to be asked out .” Gabe blinked in surprise at her fierce tone. “I want dinner. I want dancing. I want to know that I’m the only one you want to be with. I want a fucking bracelet for Christmas.” He winced. She didn’t know it, but he’d gotten her something much better than a bracelet, but since she hadn’t been home he’d held on to it. It wasn’t the kind of gift he wanted her opening by herself. She blew out her breath, running her hands through her soft, shining hair. “I may submit to you in the bedroom, but I will be damned if you treat me like an unwanted toy outside of it.” Her eyes narrowed. “When you’ve proven that to me, then I’ll claim you.”

He clenched his teeth and nodded. As punishments went this one wasn’t all that bad.

“And no sleeping together, either. You’d probably mark me right in the middle and I’m not ready for that yet.”

Okay, it was rapidly getting worse. “What am I allowed to do on these dates?”

“It’s simple.” She pulled out of his arms, her eyes weary and defeated, like she couldn’t believe that he meant what he said. “Show me you love me.”

He stared, stunned, as she turned and walked away from him. Finally he just shook his head. “Fuck.”

Show her he loved her? She was the goddamn Omega! Couldn’t she feel it? His entire being ached for her!

He headed for Chloe, grabbing her arm and pulling her away from Jim Woods. “What the hell were you thinking?”

She blinked up at him, startled. “What?”

 “When did we start dating, Chloe?”

Her mouth flew open. “Aw crap. Sarah too?”

Gabe looked over her shoulder to see Jim staring at them with a disgusted look. “Shit.” He turned his gaze back down to Chloe. “I wonder where they got that idea.”

“Don’t you turn this back on me, Gabriel Anderson.” She shook her finger in his face, looking for all the world like his grandmother. “You’re the one who stopped calling your mate.”

Fuck. She was right. “You’re the one who did talk to her. What did you do, tell her I was calling you but forget to mention all we talked about was her and Jim?”

She grimaced. “She didn’t give me many chances. I tried telling her how you were doing, what you were doing, but she started shutting me down.”

Because it had looked like he was opening his life to Chloe but not to Sarah. “Damn it.” He scrubbed his face. “And you were jealous of the time she spent with Jim.”

Her face filled with guilt. “Maybe.”

So whether they’d meant to or not they’d both screwed up their relationships with their mates. “We’re so screwed.”

“I’m sorry, Gabe.” She put her hand on Gabe’s arm in apology.

“I can make things up with Sarah, don’t worry.” He watched Jim stalk away, anger in every line of the other man’s body. “But I’m not sure what we can do to fix you and Jim.”

“Double crap.” Chloe’s shoulders slumped. “What do we do?”

He knew he looked like the predator he was when she shivered. “We claim our mates.”

When the Pride leaders headed out the door of the club he followed, intent on one thing and one thing only.

Winning back Sarah’s trust. Because whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not, he already knew he held her heart, just as she held his.

Chapter Five

She hadn’t been able to stay in there one moment longer. She didn’t know if anyone even noticed she’d gone. Gabe had gone straight to Chloe. Surprise, surprise . The other woman had immediately stopped dancing with Jim and gone off with Gabe, much to Jim’s obvious disgust.

She stepped out of the club, breathing in the night air. She smiled at the milling people peppering Universal’s City Walk, wondering where she could go to release some of the lingering tension from her confrontation with Gabe.

Ah, Rising Star. Just what I need. She pulled out her cell phone and texted Sheri and Belle, not wanting any of her Pridemates to worry about her.

The response surprised her. Oh! Wait up!

Within a few moments everyone was outside, including Chloe, damn it. She was talking to Gabe, her expression an odd mixture of chagrin and determination. Gabe’s gaze latched on to Sarah, but she ignored it. So much for showing her who he wanted to be with. Sarah held back her frustrated scream through sheer willpower. She put a smile on her face and looked around for Jim, hoping he was willing to continue the game if Gabe stuck by Chloe.

“Ready?” Emma was grinning from ear to ear. Sarah wasn’t so sure she was ready for the rest of the Pride to hear her sing.

“C’mon, Sare-bear, if you sing I’ll sing.” Belle put her arm around Sarah’s shoulders, Jim taking up position on Sarah’s other side. She ignored the quick surge of annoyance she felt from Gabe. He was beginning to earn his own strike-outs, damn it.

“Careful. Lean on Belle too much and you’re all going down.” Rick put his hand at his mate’s back, wrapping it around her waist. Jim mimicked him at Sarah’s waist. They stumbled awkwardly off the steps of the club, the two women sharing a giggle as the men tried gallantly to keep them on their feet. “Now, where are we going?”

Gabe reached around and literally plucked Sarah from Jim’s side, making sure Belle was supported by her mate first. “Did someone mention Rising Star?” He set her down gently on her feet, wrapping his arm around her waist possessively, smiling smugly at Jim. Jim frowned but allowed himself to be distracted by Chloe, who grabbed his arm with a grin and began tugging him farther out onto the Walk.

Sarah decided not to struggle. The determination washing through her from him was fierce. She had the feeling that if she tried to get away he’d literally run her to ground. She was still a little pissed that he’d walked out with Chloe, though, so it was with great relish that she told him their plans. “Yup. I’m in the mood for karaoke.”

Gabe stopped dead. So did every other male of the Pride, and the two male non-Pride members.

“Karaoke? Rising Star is a karaoke bar?”

She blinked up at him innocently. “Yes.”

He groaned. “I didn’t know you were that mad at me.”

Emma sailed past them with a wave. “Don’t be a wuss, Gabe. After all, if Max can sing so can you.”

Max lunged after Emma. “No way, Emma. I am not sticking my ass up on stage and making a fool of myself.”

The Curana pouted up at her mate. “Not even for me?”

“Emma.”

Sarah kept walking, leaving her Alpha and his mate behind to argue it out, forcing Gabe to keep pace as she made her way to the bar. “I’m looking forward to this.”

“I’m sure you are.” Gabe was practically pouting.

She patted Gabe’s arm. “Look on the bright side. I’m not trying to force you to sing.”

“No?” Gabe held open the door for her and let her inside, following swiftly on her heels. His eyes scanned the area even as his body moved between her and the crowd, protecting her from any would-be threats. His Hunter training was peeking out of his civilized veneer. It shouldn’t turn her on, but it did. She had the stupidest urge to pet his muscles.

“No.” She followed him to a back booth large enough to hold their party. “I’m going to sing.”

Gabe seated her then followed her in, placing himself at the edge of the booth. One brow rose in disbelief. “You are?” The others quickly took seats, Chloe somehow managing to finagle a seat next to Jim.

“Mm-hmm.”

“She’s got a great voice.” Belle winked at Sarah, her smile huge. “She’s going to knock your socks off.”

Sarah poked Gabe in the side hoping to get him to move. “Speaking of which, let me go sign up for my turn. Belle, you in?”

“Sure!”

Belle was practically bouncing, much to Rick’s obvious amazement. “Oh, this I have got to see.”

Belle put her hands on her waist. “Hey, I can sing!”

“Sweetheart, I was there for the infamous mojito night. Trust me, what you do in no way resembles singing.”

Everyone laughed as Belle glared at Rick. “I am so going to enjoy proving you wrong, Fido.”

The big man just shook his head and smiled, the love he held for his Luna written all over his face. Sarah sighed, wondering if she’d ever see a look like that on Gabe’s face. “I’m going to enjoy watching you try.”

“Five bucks says I get up there and leave you begging for more.” Belle’s chin lifted, her haughty stare challenging Rick.

Rick’s answer was a simple lift of one brow and a five-dollar bill slapped on the tabletop. Two seconds later Belle’s five was plunked down on top of it.

“Sucker,” Sarah snickered. The Wolf didn’t know it but that five was as good as lost.

“Why do I have the feeling you know something Rick doesn’t?”

Gabe’s whisper in her ear sent shivers down her spine. Ruthlessly she squashed them. She was nowhere near ready to forgive him yet. “You’ll see.”

Fingers tangled gently in her hair, a slight tug at the nape of her neck reminding her of who she was dealing with. “I guess I will,” was all he said, but his hand gave one more tug before landing on her shoulder. His fingers caressed the mark he’d left on her neck.

She could feel him studying her, watching the emotions that crossed her face. She lowered her lashes, not wanting him to see into her soul. That was a right he needed to earn.

Gabe stood, holding back a frustrated sigh, and held out his hand. “Let’s get you and Belle signed up for your songs.” He held out his other hand for Belle, helping her from her seat. “I’ll bring your mate right back, Rick.”

Rick shook his head at Belle and fingered one of the five-dollar bills still sitting on the table.

Sarah was smiling, but it looked forced. Maybe he’d pushed a bit, tugging on her hair that way, but he couldn’t seem to get her to focus on him, and he needed her to concentrate on him more than he needed to breathe. The only thing he could think of to do was be himself and just hope she would let him make everything up to her. He took Sarah’s hand, wanting the feel of her near him, hiding a wince when she tried to pull her fingers away. A little telltale glance at Chloe told him what the problem was. Apparently he had a lot of making up to do. Her reaction to his walking out of the club with Chloe hadn’t even occurred to him until he’d seen the look on her face. Maybe if she knew what they’d been talking about it would help ease the sting of his own stupidity.

He was so damn tired of seeing that bleak, hurt expression. He’d pulled away from Chloe the moment he saw it but by then she’d turned away. Turned to Jim. The fucker. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that Sarah wouldn’t appreciate Jim’s blood on her pretty dress.

“Anyone else?” Sarah’s voice dragged him away from his thoughts.

“Sorry, I couldn’t carry a tune if you put it in a bucket and painted the handle with crazy glue.” Everyone stared at Sheri. “What?”

Sarah shrugged. “Okay, anyone else?”

Surprisingly, Rick stood. He stared down at his openmouthed mate. “What are we waiting for?” He took her arm and led her over to the sign-in sheet.

Gabe shook his head and followed, Sarah’s hand clasped in his. He didn’t miss the wink Jim sent her, either. The little minx. That’s eight. He began cataloging ways to hide the vet’s body. It was all he could do not to snarl at the other man. “Do you know what song you want to sing?”

She flipped through the selection, studying each one carefully. Belle had already made her selection, as had Rick. “That one.”

Her selection shouldn’t have surprised him but it did. He grinned as she wrote her name and selection down and handed them to the DJ. “Sunshine Superman?”

“Mm-hmm.”

 He led her back to the booth to wait for her turn to sing, hoping he’d be able to get her to relax and let him in, even a little bit. His first step was pulling her into his arms as soon as they were seated, refusing to allow her to move. The flush that stole over her cheeks was worth the amused, knowing looks his Pridemates sent their way. Now to set the record straight. “Chloe and I were talking about her mate.”

He felt her muscles jump under his hands. “Her mate?”

He nodded, his lips set against her neck. “Mm-hmm. She knows who he is but he doesn’t seem interested.” The music started back up. Unless he wanted to scream in her ear, he’d have to wait to give her any more information.

Having Sarah in his arms made everything worth it. He nuzzled her hair, ignoring the screeching of the half-drunk man on stage. He allowed the quiet peace of having his mate’s scent and warmth beside him to lull him, feeling serene for the first time in months.

I’m going to throw up. Sarah rubbed at her stomach and swallowed hard. She stared out into the audience as the first strains of her song started up, the knowledge that Gabe was there making everything ten times worse. Why, oh why, did I decide to do this? And how did I wind up singing before both Belle and Rick? They signed up before me! She took a deep breath, almost ready to bolt.

A pair of midnight blue eyes stared up at her from the edge of the stage. Gabe smiled, laughter lighting up his face. She could feel the rueful amusement coming off him and knew he expected her to suck almost as bad as the last person who had been up on the stage. The woman had missed every single note of her song, but she’d had so much fun that Sarah had clapped almost as loud as the girl’s boyfriend.

Sarah glared at Gabe, determined to prove him wrong. Her stomach settled down and the music began.

She saw her cue, the joy of the song pushing everything else from her mind. Sarah belted out the lyrics, staring into Gabe’s incredibly handsome face, seeing the astonishment and, yes, pride growing there.

What made it even better was the envy she could see on Chloe’s face as the woman stopped next to him.

Hah! Take that, man-stealing bitch! Now that she’d started, Sarah was having a blast. The lyrics matched her mood perfectly. Sheer possessiveness put an extra swing into her hips as she sang. “’Cause I’ve made my mind up, you’re going to be mine.” She made sure she was leaning over for that part, challenging Gabe before turning away from him to sing to the rest of the audience. When the instrumental part started she danced before picking up with the lyrics once more. “When you’ve made your mind up forever to be mine, I’ll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind.” She turned, shimmying her ass right in Gabe’s face, ignoring the hands he held up. Nine fingers. Oh, shit. My ass is going to be sore. She threw her head back and laughed, finishing the song with a flourish before accepting his hand off the stage.

The soft tap to her ass made her jump, a reminder of what lay ahead. “Little mind?”

The affectionate teasing threading through his voice reassured her enough to have her tease him back.

“All things considered, I’d dare to call it tiny.”

“Ouch.” He patted her rear. “Fine, score one for you.”

“Yes!” She marked a point on an imaginary scoreboard with her finger. Gabe’s love tap on her ass was a little sharper, but he rubbed the sting away almost immediately. Sarah was left blinking, fighting her sudden arousal when they reached the table.

Emma was clapping. “Way to go, Sarah!”

“Not bad, Sare-bear!” Sheri gave her two thumbs-up. Adrian merely smiled and nodded, his attention almost immediately returning to Sheri.

Simon and Becky both looked like they’d taken a drink of water and gotten a mouthful of good wine instead, but both high-fived her. Max, for some obscure reason, looked and felt smug, like he’d known all along that she could do it.

Gabe helped her into her seat and settled her between his legs, the bench allowing him to cradle her between his thighs. She allowed it, the feel of his arms wrapping around her waist and the praise of her friends drugging her senses with sweet warmth. Almost as wonderful was the feeling of contentment she could feel pouring off Gabe, like everything he’d ever needed was right there in front of him. Hell, he was even purring. She looked over at Chloe to find the other woman watching them with a wistful expression and a sad smile. Sarah turned away, unwilling to analyze why she felt guilty about Gabe cuddling her in front of the other woman.

She almost missed Belle limping onto the stage, smiling sweetly as the opening strains of Jewel’s

“Hands” started up, startling them. Belle looked like an angel sitting in the light of the stage, her hair a golden halo around her head. She lifted the mic and Sarah sat back, prepared to watch the others get impressed.

Gasps sounded around the table as Belle’s strong, gentle voice floated over them. “Holy shit. She’s good.” Gabe shook his head. “Why didn’t we know that?”

Sarah tilted her head back, the top of her head brushing Gabe’s cheek. “Bimbo persona, remember?

Besides, Livia would have had a fit if she’d known Belle was good at something she wasn’t, so Belle hid it.” Stupid, but there it was. Belle had given Livia a loyalty the rogue hadn’t been worthy of and had wound up paying a price she hadn’t deserved.

“Well she’s certainly not hiding it now.” She would have bristled over the admiration in Gabe’s voice if it wasn’t for the fact that she could feel it. It had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with friendship.

The pride he’d felt when Sarah had sung had been mixed with a healthy dose of lust and…love? Sarah shook her head, not certain she’d felt what she thought she had. How could it be love? She just couldn’t trust her senses where Gabe was concerned. It was entirely possible she was reading something into his emotions that just weren’t there. Wishful thinking could wind up with her heart breaking all over again, and it had barely begun to mend.

Belle’s face tilted up, her eyes closing as she sang. Rick stood at the edge of the stage, a strange look on his face, utter disbelief mingled with astonished pride, his love singing across her senses. “Apparently Rick didn’t know either.”

“I guess.” Gabe picked up a drink and handed it to her. “Strawberry margarita.”

“When did you get this?”

“Just before your song started up. I thought you might be thirsty afterwards.”

“Thank you.” She took a sip just as Belle’s song ended to thunderous applause. When Belle went to get off the stage Rick stopped her, settling her back down on the stool. “Oh, this should be good.”

“Have you heard him sing?” Gabe began peppering kisses around the hickey he’d given her.

“Hmm?” The feel of Gabe’s mouth on her skin nearly turned off her brain. Rick, right. “Nope, but I bet he’s better than we expect.”

“Why?”

“He seems like the type of guy who wouldn’t put himself out there like that unless he was pretty sure he could rock it.”

“True.”

They turned to watch the big redhead take the mike. He nodded to the DJ, holding Belle’s hand in his.

Eric Clapton’s “Change the World” started to play. Belle smiled up at her mate as he crooned to her.

Sarah could feel the mood of the room as Rick sang, the women swaying into their dates as the big bad Wolf showed the world exactly how he felt about his Belle. The feelings swept over her, mellow and sweet, and Sarah swayed with them, lapping them up like a chocoholic in a Hershey’s factory.

Gabe’s hand began stroking her stomach in tender circles. He began to croon into her ear along with the song, distracting her from the emotions floating around her. Sarah licked her lips. Gabe’s voice was nowhere near as smooth as Rick’s, but it affected her much more deeply. She lowered her eyes and leaned back against Gabe, feeling his jolt of surprised joy when she did so, soaking in the sense of safety only being in his arms gave her. It was like the dreams, but so much better, knowing he was actually there behind her. She let her worries and fears drift away on the song in her ears and her heart.

Gabe tilted up her face with a firm hand, placing a soft kiss on her lips before cuddling her close. That first real taste of her mate left her senses reeling, but the sight of Chloe across from them brought her sharply to her senses. She straightened, pulling away from him, much to his annoyance. She could feel it, sharp and tingly. She couldn’t give in, not yet. Not until the question of Chloe was answered to her satisfaction.

Rick’s song ended to thunderous applause. Bowing, he led Belle off the stage and right out the door of the club, the blonde’s happy laughter trailing behind them, the two five-dollar bills still sitting on the table, forgotten by them both.

“Now I wonder where he’s taking her.” Gabe’s shoulders shook as he laughed.

Sarah shook her head. You didn’t need to be Omega to figure that one out.

Chapter Six

Gabe held onto Sarah’s hand and his own hopes for the evening. He knew how he wanted the evening to end, but from the hot-and-cold way Sarah was blowing he had no clue whether or not he’d get his wish. He wanted to drag her into his room, tie her down and deliver each and every one of those spankings he’d promised her. He wanted to watch her beg for his cock while he tongued her luscious pussy. He wanted to come so deep inside her she’d be marked before he ever bit down on her sweet neck. He wanted to hear her purr as he rocked her to sleep.

If he had his way she’d never get a chance to say no.

When they reached the staircase, she paused. One way led to Gabe’s room; the other, to Sarah’s. From the hesitation on her face he had the feeling his dream of having her in his arms tonight wasn’t going to be a reality.

His dream… That was the key, wasn’t it? He might not have known it at the time but they’d been controlling their mate dreams ever since they first started. Gabe smiled, knowing full well how predatory it looked. He had every intention of controlling their dream tonight.

Tonight he would show her he loved her.

He turned left, ignoring her small sigh of relief. He walked her to her room, the perfect gentleman, ready and willing to leave her at her door for just one small favor in return. “Sarah.” She turned and looked up at him, a question on her face. “Let me in tonight.”

She grimaced. “Gabe—”

He put his finger to her lips, gratified at her immediate silence. “I’m leaving you at your door, unmarked, giving you a little time to learn to trust me again.” He leaned in, nipping at her ear, smiling as her breath stuttered. “But in return, I want you to let me in .” He cupped her cheek and turned her face up to his. “I want sweet dreams for both of us tonight. Whatever you’ve been doing to turn off the mate dreams, please don’t do it tonight. Understood?”

She licked her lips, the uncertainty back on her face. “I’m not sure I can.”

He growled, displeased.

She was shaking her head. “How am I supposed to…do that with you when I don’t know if I can trust you?”

He took a deep breath, trying to bury the rage that threatened to overwhelm him. If she sensed it at all she’d be afraid that he was enraged with her . The fact was he couldn’t believe his own stupidity. She was right. A true relationship required trust on the part of both partners, a trust he’d lost by listening to the wrong person for the right reasons. “What will it take to make you believe you’re the only woman I want?”

“More than one night of playing my boyfriend!”

“Playing?” He backed her up against her door, ignoring the alarm on her face. “You think I’m playing? ”

He took her by her shoulders, lifting her onto her toes. “Don’t lie to me! You know exactly how I feel.”

He dropped her abruptly as a sudden thought struck him. “But this isn’t really about trust, is it?” He took a step back. “It’s about punishing me because I left before I marked you.” Her mouth was hanging open in shock. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, all of his anger draining, suddenly weary beyond belief. “Dream with me tonight.” He swallowed, suddenly terrified that she wouldn’t be able to give him even that much. “Please.”

She studied him, slowly relaxing. He was grateful for whatever it was she saw when she whispered, “All right.”

He closed his eyes in thanks before nodding. He wanted desperately to kiss her good night but didn’t know if it would be welcome. What he wouldn’t give to have Sarah’s ability to read emotions. “Good night, love.”

She started, frowning up at him, obviously confused. “Um. Good night, Gabe.”

He turned reluctantly away, not trusting himself to keep his hands off her.

“Gabe?”

He looked back.

She looked so alone, almost as alone as he felt. “Spend the day with me tomorrow?”

He smiled. “There is nothing I want more.” When she cocked her brows in disbelief he chuckled. “All right, there are one or two things I’d like more, but I’ll take what I can get.”

She nodded, opening her door. She stopped, hesitating before entering. “See you in a little bit.”

She rushed into the room, the door clanging shut behind her, missing the step he’d taken in her direction before he could stop himself.

God, it was hard to walk away from her. He headed straight to his room, mulling over what he would do once they were together in their dreams. This had to work. She had to trust him again, because if she didn’t he was going to mark her and deal with the consequences after.

Sarah leaned against the closed door of her room, her breath leaving her lungs in a rush. She’d just agreed to meet Gabe in their dreams, with no promise from him that it wouldn’t turn into yet another night of debauchery.

She pushed off the door, running her hands over her face, trying to decide whether or not she’d done the right thing by sending him on his way. What is wrong with me? One minute I want to open up the door, yank him back in and forget all about our problems. The next I want one of those pills and about three thousand miles of distance! Maybe if she allowed him to mark her some of that fear would evaporate. But months of rejection weren’t about to be erased in one evening.

She brushed her teeth and hair, draped the red dress over a chair and crawled into bed naked. It felt oddly wicked, since she usually slept in a nightgown, but tonight she wanted the feel of cool sheets on her skin. She could pretend that he was actually in the next room, waiting to crawl into bed with her after a long day’s work. Sarah yawned, curling up on her side, and waited for sleep ( and Gabe, her inner kitty purred) to claim her.

Sarah stared around the strange living room, her heart pounding as she realized where she must be. Gabe’s scent was everywhere, deeply ingrained into the very wood of the house. If he didn’t live here she’d be very surprised.

What she was completely surprised by was the look of his home. From the exterior it was a typical cookie-cutter ranch-style home, with a small front porch, beige aluminum siding and forest green doors and shutters. But on the inside it was a riot of rich colors mingled with deep earth tones. The hardwood floors looked like rough oak but were smooth under her bare feet. A bold geometric rug in yellow, green, red and dark brown was soft under her feet. The dark red was picked up in the contemporary sofa. Pale green and yellow throw pillows were tossed haphazardly at one end, a velvety blanket thrown over its back, the deep yellow color vibrant against the red fabric of the sofa. Mission-style stained glass and iron lamps sat on oak end tables. The walls were a soft shade of green, with thick oak baseboards and crown molding. A flat-screen TV sat on a wooden stand, a Playstation and Wii both hooked up to it. She smiled at the sight of the bright blue stoneware mug on the coffee table, the scent of its cooling contents letting her know that Gabe liked his sugar and cream with a little bit of coffee.

For all its bright color the room seemed to her to be missing something elemental, something that would make it truly a home. She picked her way across the room, wondering what that something was. She headed to the small kitchen, again done in the same bold colors.

No Gabe. She left the kitchen, turning down a hallway. The first door she came to was a small bedroom turned into a home office. She smirked at the sight of the papers scattered across its surface. The next room held a bathroom, this one in muted blues and greens. The next room was a small bedroom containing a single bed and a small dresser.

Last room. He’s got to be in there. Sarah opened the door…

…and stepped into a quiet summer evening. A breeze ruffled her hair, bringing with it the faint tang of the ocean. Her bare feet slipped into cool sand, the grains tickling between her toes. She smiled, burying her toes in and wiggling them just to feel that sensation. She’d always loved doing that as a child.

“Hey.”

She turned to find Gabe standing there in nothing but dark shorts and a T-shirt. In his hands was a huge picnic basket. “Hey.”

“You look beautiful.”

She blinked and looked down. She was wearing the same red sundress she’d worn for dinner that night. “Thank you.”

He gestured with his hand towards the beach. “After you.”

She smiled and began to walk. “Since when is your house on the beach?”

He shrugged. “This is a dream.”

They walked until, somehow, the spot seemed just right. Sarah waited until Gabe had laid down the blanket, anchoring it with the basket and both of his sandals. “Sit, Sarah.”

She sat, folding her legs beneath her.

“Good girl.”

She looked up at him. “I thought we weren’t playing any games tonight.”

She watched him sit in front of her, his own legs crossed. He dug into the basket without answering.

“Gabe?”

The heated look he shot her sent shivers down her spine. Her nipples tightened in response to the predatory gleam in his eyes. “Who says I’m playing?”

She opened her mouth to answer, startled when he popped something in her mouth. She bit down without even thinking twice. Mmm. Chocolate-covered strawberries. She moaned around the succulent fruit, her eyes closing in bliss. As far as Sarah was concerned there was no better sweet treat to be had.

Wait a moment.

The beach, the moonlight, chocolate-covered strawberries… Uh-oh. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Talk about cheesy seduction tropes. Any second now he’s going to break out champagne or something and I’m going to lose it and earn another spanking. This was so not Gabe. He was wild and bold and took what he wanted. It was one of the things she loved about him.

What was he thinking?

She opened her eyes to find Gabe studying her closely.

Testing out a theory, she pictured a big steaming bowl of spinach in the basket in place of the strawberries.

“Like the strawberries, love?” He reached behind him and produced a bottle of champagne and one crystal flute.

Here we go. She did her best to look as innocent as possible. “Yes, thank you.”

His smile was slow. “Good.” He put his hand into the basket, the smile quickly transforming into something like horror. “What the…?” He pulled his fingers, now covered in warm spinach, out of the basket. “What the hell?”

Sarah giggled.

He pulled a napkin out of the basket, his expression filled with amused disgust. “Why did you turn my strawberries into spinach?”

Sarah zipped her lips and waited for him to open the “champagne”.

His eyes narrowed. He pulled out a corkscrew and began opening the bottle. He lifted the cork to his nose with a suspicious glare. “Ginger ale.” He sighed, his lips lifting into a rueful grin. “I suppose I shouldn’t even bother with the violin music. See what happens when I try to do this right?”

“Do what right?”

“Seduce you.”

“Ix-nay on the beach sex.” She shuddered. “Sand in very uncomfortable places, plus, hello!

Chafing much?”

His eyes turned gold. “How do you know that?”

Sarah smirked. “I’m sorry, Gabe. Were you a virgin when you came back to Halle?”

His cheeks flushed, the gold in his eyes dying down to sparkles. “Point taken, and we’ll never mention it again.” He lifted the bottle. “You told me that you wanted me to take you on dates, show you what you mean to me.”

Sarah nodded. “I did.”

“So what did I do wrong?”

“This, it just isn’t you.” She waved her hand at their surroundings. “It’s beautiful, and wonderful, but…” She sighed. “I want the real Gabe to show me what I mean to him.”

One dark brow rose, his lips curving in a wicked smile that had her nipples hard in seconds. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.”

She gasped as the ground shifted beneath her. Suddenly she was on her knees in the middle of a wide bed, her arms cuffed over her head. A chain connected to those cuffs rose to a wood beam high in the white ceiling. She still wore the red dress, but the straps were no longer on her shoulders. Instead, it pooled at her hips, exposing her bared breasts to Gabe’s intense gaze.

“Much better,” he purred, picking up a leather-lined paddle. “I believe I owe you how many?”

Sarah’s pussy quivered at the question. Oh fuck. I should have stuck to champagne. But she could no more resist answering than she could stop the arousal quivering through her body. But nothing says I can’t play too. Besides, she had told him no sex. She lowered her head before he could see the grin threatening to overtake her face. “Three, sir.”

“Good girl.”

She shivered as his palm caressed her cheek. “Trust me, love.”

Splat!

The expression on Gabe’s face was worth the slimy feel of the pasta. “Sarah.”

She bit her lip before responding. The cautious way he said her name told her he was fighting his own laughter. Thank God. She’d been afraid he would become angry. “Yes, sir?”

“Cooked spaghetti, Sarah? You had me whip you with wet noodles?”

She lost it, laughing so hard the chains rattled.

A hard hand grasped her chin. “Who’s playing games now?” He shook his head at her and chuckled. “You win, love.” The room disappeared and suddenly it was just the two of them on Gabe’s red sofa. He had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, his hand holding hers in his lap.

Their bare feet were up on his coffee table, the mug of coffee gone. “No more games.” He brushed his cheek against her hair and purred.

She sighed and leaned against him, breathing in his scent, scarcely daring to believe he was cuddling with her. All of their other dreams had been sensual buffets. This was nice. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”

He toyed with her fingers. “We don’t have anything wedding-related tomorrow. I’d like to walk around Disney, just the two of us.”

He sounded so wistful. How could she resist? “Epcot? Magic Kingdom?”

He smiled. From the vibe coming off him he already had an idea or two. “We’ll see.”

“I wanted to go shopping in the World Showcase.” Gabe grimaced and she laughed. “I’ll have to see if I can bribe you, then.”

Quiet.

“Notice I’m being very good and not mentioning what my favorite bribe is.”

Sarah buried her face in his shoulder. She knew exactly what his favorite bribe was, but she was sticking fast to her no-sex rule, at least for now. “I think you just did.”

“Damn. I’ll just have to come up with something else then.”

She lifted her head and smiled up at him, unable to hide the warmth she felt. It was just so right to be sitting there holding hands and making plans. The fact that little purring noises kept slipping from him while he nuzzled her hair had her damn near ready to break her rule. It was like he and his Puma were wallowing in her scent. “I’m sure you will.”

His eyes glittered with gold. “So am I.” He captured her lips in a quick, hard kiss. “Now I think it’s time we both rested before I’m tempted to try something again. I’ll pick you up for breakfast around eight thirty.”

“All right.” She stood and headed for the front door, knowing it was the right thing to do in order to leave their dream peacefully. He stood and followed, opening the door onto his front lawn. “Good night, Gabe.”

He pulled her close, leaning in for a good-night kiss that started sweet but ended with her bent to his will, his mouth devouring hers, tempting her to stay. The reluctance she felt when he pulled away from her spoke volumes. “Good night, love.”

He closed the door before she could find out if he really meant to call her that.

She turned and strolled down the walkway, fingering her lips and wondering if, just if, he really did.

If only she could trust the dream.

Chapter Seven

He watched her bounce down the stairs of the Coronado Springs resort, her hair swinging, her full lips smiling, and her face filled with the joy of a new day. Dark sunglasses hid her eyes from him, but the brown shorts and dark blue tank top did little to hide her curves.

Hopefully she now knew how much he loved her.

He’d put everything he was into that last dream kiss, bending her, dominating her, leaving her breathless and panting and leaning against him weakly. And then he’d shut the door and let her walk away, fighting his instincts and his Puma the entire fucking time until he’d slipped out of their dream and into real, dreamless sleep. The blue balls that followed had not been his idea of fun, but he refused to take care of the problem without Sarah. The anticipation would make finally taking her all the sweeter, and today he had every intention of doing just that.

Today was going to be fun. The Pride was hitting the parks, enjoying being in Disney World before the wedding madness truly began. Tomorrow there were other activities planned, but today was all about being little kids again. Except the games Gabe wanted to play weren’t at all child-like.

He couldn’t wait to see Sarah’s reactions. He stood, smiling at her as she came to a stop at the shuttle stop in the parking lot of the hotel. “Ready?”

She frowned, looking around. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Magic Kingdom.” And hadn’t they laughed their asses off at him as he’d waved them on. They knew exactly what he was up to and approved of his plans. Hell, Emma had even added a suggestion of her own, something he knew Sarah would love to do with him. And she’d definitely approved of shopping the World Showcase, to no one’s surprise.

He took Sarah’s hand and led her to where the shuttle stop was. “I thought we might want to do Epcot.

Ride Mission Mars, see Soaring, maybe go shopping in World Showcase.”

She looked up at him with suspicion. “Shopping.”

He did his best to look innocent. “Yes. Shopping.”

“You seemed less than enthusiastic last night.”

“Hey, I can shop. You hunt down your purchase, club it to death with a credit card and drag it out of the store, right?”

 She sputtered.

“See? Men can shop just fine.” He puffed up his chest, hoping to get her to laugh. “And I have special training as a Hunter, so I should be extra good at it.”

She was trying her damndest to hide her grin, but it wasn’t working. “Did Emma put you up to this?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“Aren’t we supposed to meet the others for dinner?”

“That might have been the plan at some point.”

“Gabe.”

He watched, smug satisfaction on his face as one of the shuttles pulled up, her hand curled firmly in his.

“Sarah. Will you go out with me today?”

She bit her lip to keep from laughing as he helped her onto the shuttle marked Epcot. “Gee, I don’t know. Maybe I should think about it.”

He sat next to her, his arm going around the back of the bench. “You do that.”

She giggled. “Didn’t we already agree to spend the day together?”

“Mm-hmm.”

She eyed him sideways, a spark of mischief in her eyes. “So, where’s your date?”

He growled. “How sore do you want your ass to be?” He put on his most dominant face, the one that never failed to make her lashes lower and her breathing speed up. “Don’t make me tell you again, Sarah.

Nothing. Happened. ”

After a brief hesitation her lashes lowered, her head tilting down in submission. Good. Maybe he’d overreacted, but he was damn sick and tired of hearing her call Chloe his girlfriend. “Yes, sir.”

Her quiet whisper was music to his ears. “C’mere.” He pulled her close to him, as close as the molded plastic seats would let him, and watched the streets roll by, content just to breathe her in.

Sarah stifled a laugh as Gabe settled warily into the “cockpit” of Mission Space. “C’mon, Gabe, it’s not that bad.”

He shot her a lethal look as he pulled down the harness. “You had to pick the Orange team, didn’t you?” The Orange version of the ride was a lot more energetic than the Green version.

She coughed into her hand. “Wuss.” He opened his mouth to reply when the whine of the ride started.

 “Navigator. Cool. Don’t forget to stop and ask for directions.”

He grumbled as the woman seated next to her laughed. “Yours too? My husband never stops for directions.”

Sarah turned to answer just as the shuttle “lifted”, the G-force pushing her back in her seat. After that, she was too busy punching buttons and laughing like a loon to answer anything. Even better were Gabe’s muttered curses as the ride shook and shimmied, dived and soared.

“We are heading to Hollywood Studios and riding Tower of Terror.” Gabe helped her out of the shuttle when the ride ended, a fierce grin on his face.

“Is that the dropping elevator ride?”

“Yup.” He pulled her through the store and out the door, looking like an eager kid.

Sarah, however, was not so eager. “Nuh-uh. No way.”

“Yes, way.”

“Try no way in hell, then.”

He laughed. “I got on Mission Space for you. You can get on Tower of Terror for me.”

She thought quickly. She was not doing a falling-anything ride. “I thought we were going to go shopping in World Showcase and have an early dinner. Maybe we could watch the fireworks?” She gave him her best hopeful grin.

He didn’t buy it. “I tell you what. I’ll make you a deal. We head over to World Showcase now, have an early dinner, do a little shopping and then head to Hollywood Studios. If the Tower of Terror has more than a twenty minute wait, you’re off the hook. But, twenty minutes or less, and we ride. Deal?”

She looked around. This time of year there weren’t as many guests in the park. They hadn’t gone for a ride other than Mission Space that had a longer than twenty-minute wait.

Then again, the Test Track and Spaceship Earth had had a very long wait and they hadn’t even bothered. Maybe Tower of Terror would be swamped, too. It was supposed to be pretty popular.

“Deal.”

They started walking, the warm, humid air coating them both in a fine sheen of sweat before they’d gone very far. Gabe took hold of her hand, the absent gesture saying more than words could. “So, where would you like to eat?”

They walked over the bridge to World Showcase, landing in Mexico, and Sarah had a sudden yen for Mexican. “Oh. Can we?”

He picked up her hand and kissed it. “Sure.”

They headed into the San Angel Inn, loving the Mexican market set up outside the restaurant. Sarah browsed the serapes and maracas while Gabe got their pager.

“About a half-an-hour wait until they can seat us. I thought we might shop.”

“And you said it without shuddering, too!” She patted his head, laughing when he rolled his eyes.

He picked up her hand and took her into one of the shops, smiling indulgently as she oohed and aahed over the turquoise and opal jewelry. Then he took her on the indoor boat ride, holding her hand as they chased a video Donald through Mexico.

It was all so normal Sarah had a hard time believing it wasn’t another dream.

When the pager went off Sarah was starving. They settled in, sharing a delicious meal of sangria and grilled fish. Yum. Pleasantly buzzed from dinner they made their way back into the World Showcase.

“Where would you like to shop first?”

She grinned up at Gabe, wondering if this too was a dream. “Italy. I want some Murano glass.”

“Italy it is.”

“And I want to stop in Japan and look at the Mikimoto pearls.”

His smile was beginning to look strained. It was quite a hike from Mexico to Japan. “Okay.”

“Oh! And I want to hit Morocco.”

“With what?”

She laughed, swinging their hands as she practically skipped along the sidewalk, too happy to care about the differences between dreams and harsh realities.

Sarah grimaced as she stared at the sign next to the entrance of the Tower of Terror. “Fifteen-minute wait.”

He gave her a ferocious grin, knowing he was as good as on the ride. “We had a deal.”

“I know.”

She sounded so disgusted he nearly laughed out loud. He practically dragged her into line, ignoring her muttering and dire threats of bodily injury. He was going to ride the Tower of Terror, and his mate was going to ride it with him. She’d given her word and she was going to stick to it.

They got into line. There were so few people waiting it took only a moment for them to walk through the doors. Following the cattle run, Gabe tried to calm Sarah’s anxiety. “It’s not that bad.”

“Have you ever been on it before?”

“Once.”

He wondered what his face looked like, because she paled and gulped. He’d loved the ride. If he hadn’t had to leave to meet some friends he would have gone on it more than once. “You’re gong to like this.”

“Or else?”

He snorted. “Worrywart.”

They stepped onto the elevator and took their seats. “Gabe?”

He heard a tremor in her voice and suddenly wondered if he’d done the right thing. Her hand was trembling in his. He hadn’t meant for her to be this scared. “Want to get off?” He’d ride by himself. No, he’d get off with her. He wasn’t letting her out of his sight.

She sat. She was biting her lip, but she strapped herself in, staring forward like she’d just strapped herself down in an electric chair.

That’s my girl. “Hold my hand. Trust me, it’s really not that bad.”

Five minutes later, as they hung suspended before they dropped yet again, she turned to him and calmly stated, “I hate you.”

Her screams pierced his ears as he laughed and laughed.

When they stumbled off the ride and back into the sunshine he was still laughing. “Aw, c’mon, it wasn’t that bad.” He tugged on her hand, stopping her as she tried to stomp away from him.

“Neither was being a freshman in high school but I wouldn’t want to repeat it.”

He pulled, hard, ignoring her squawk of protest when she landed in his arms. He kissed the tip of her nose as she pouted. “Okay, so I need to do penance, right?”

She glared at him. “Possibly.”

He took her mouth in a hard, fast kiss. “I know just the thing.” He wasn’t giving her the option of saying no. Not this time. He was taking her back to her room and marking her before the end of the night.

“Let’s go, Sarah.”

“No. Gabe.” She tugged on his hand. “Not yet.”

He gritted his teeth, but the panic on her face held him back. “What more do you need, Sarah?” He gripped her shoulders before running his fingers through her hair. “Tell me, baby.”

Her mouth opened but before she could reply his phone rang. He pulled it free from its holster and answered without looking. “Hello?”

“Gabe?”

He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the hurt in Sarah’s eyes. If he’d looked at the fucking caller ID he would have let it go to voice mail but it was too late now. “Yeah, Chloe?”

“Look, I know you’re probably busy with Sarah but do you think she’d mind if I borrowed you for a little while?”

He knew that tone in Chloe’s voice. Something had happened, and his friendly little vixen was feeling down. “I’m not sure. What’s the problem?” He kept his stare on Sarah, knowing she could hear everything Chloe said.

Not that it appeared to matter. The moment he asked what the problem was Sarah made a face and backed up a step. “See you later, Gabe.”

He grabbed her wrist, holding tight when she tried to pull away. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Gabe? Crap, she’s upset, isn’t she? Have you marked her yet?”

Sarah stopped tugging. She glared up at Gabe. “What did she just say?”

He winced. “She’s…” He took the phone away from his ear. “Look, baby, it’s complicated.”

“I’ll say. Your girlfriend just called to ask you if you’d marked your mate yet.”

He got right in her face, absurdly proud of the fact that she didn’t back away from him. And how fucked up was that? “She’s not my girlfriend, Sarah.” There went that fucking eyebrow again. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop doubting me, damn it.”

“Stop giving me reasons to!” She yanked her wrist free and began walking off.

He didn’t even hesitate. “Chloe? Sorry, you’re on your own.” He closed his phone and put it away, striding after Sarah as quickly as he could. “Sarah!”

She flipped him off and kept walking. From the way she was stomping he was pretty sure she was either picturing his or Chloe’s face.

“Sarah!” He finally caught up to her and grabbed her arm.

An elbow jammed him hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Her foot stomped on his, earning her a surprised yowl. But what really got him was when she pulled away, spun and tried to kick him in the balls. He barely got his thigh in the way in time to stop some serious pain. “Jesus Christ, Sarah!”

She got into his face and put her finger dangerously close to his mouth. “You stay away from me, Gabriel Anderson. You hear me? I never want to see you again!”

That’s it. There was only one way he was going to be able to get through to her, and Gabe knew it.

He pulled her tight, refusing to let her go, and finally, finally marked her as his. Her knees buckled, but he didn’t mind. There was no way he was letting her go. The scent of her orgasm rolled over him, soothing both him and his Puma, the knowledge that she belonged to him nearly triggering his own orgasm. He thrust a thigh between her legs, giving her something to ride as her pleasure continued to wash over her. His Puma longed to scream its triumph as his incredible mate finally relaxed in his arms.

He purred against Sarah’s neck, the urge to mount her right then and there so strong he barely resisted it.

“Get a room!”

Gabe lifted his head to see two kids, barely high school age, grinning at them. The little shits.

“Oh God.”

He turned his head to see Sarah, wide-eyed, staring at the kids. They weren’t Puma, and from their scent they weren’t from Halle, but he could understand why she was freaked out. She buried her face against his chest. “I’m going to kill you.”

He pulled his leg out from between hers, his cheeks flushing as some other kids laughed and clapped.

One smart-ass actually held up a Hollywood Studios map with the number “7.5” written on it. “I might let you.”

Chapter Eight

The door shut behind them with a final-sounding click. Sarah refused to turn around and face her mate.

“So.”

Silence.

She licked her lips nervously, knowing what was about to happen. It was sort of like worrying about the drippy faucet right after the dam had broken. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Sarah.”

She shivered at the tone of voice. Oh, boy. Her lashes lowered before she’d even had time to think. Her dominant lover was in the room, and he would brook no refusal tonight. The emotion pouring off Gabe only sent her own arousal soaring.

“Come here.”

She turned, studying him from underneath her lashes, one brow raised in challenge. As much as she wanted to belong to him, this was not the way she’d wanted things to go down. She needed something from him she still wasn’t certain he could give her. Her own emotions were conflicting with his, the harmony she’d sensed in the other pairs of mates lacking in them.

He stood there, just watching her, those dark blue eyes of his slowly bleeding to gold. The sight was highly erotic, evidence of his desire for her.

Through an act of will she kept her own eyes brown, knowing it would spur him on. His nostrils flared and she knew he could smell her arousal. He held out his hand, palm up, and waited. Patient as a cat.

Her mouth curled as she watched him stand there. Damn . Knowing him he would stand there all day, too. Stubborn son of a bitch.

And wasn’t that the main source of their problems? He’d been too stubborn to just ask her, about anything. And here he was, holding out his hand…

Wait. He’s just standing there, holding out his hand.

He was asking her. He was asking for her compliance, for her to bend her will to his, if only here in the bedroom. For the most part he’d treated her as an equal out of bed.

Like a man treated his mate.

Was it enough that he asked, even if it wasn’t verbal? She studied him, reliving every moment of the last two days. Every hour of their lovemaking sifted through her mind. The times she’d had to listen to Chloe talk about her time with Gabe was still a shaft of pain she couldn’t deny. Yet here he stood, in her room, having marked her in public (and God would she ever get over that? ) holding out his hand and waiting.

For her.

She took a deep breath and let go of the shield she’d held in front of her senses. It was harder than she’d thought it would be, but she pulled it down bit by bit until she could feel everything he felt.

And it damn near dropped her to her knees. For the first time she fully understood the need, yes the love in him without her own doubts and insecurities clouding her senses, and it was glorious .

All of her earlier posturing was gone as she allowed herself to bend to his will. The arousal moved through her, slow as honey and just as sweet. She moved to take his hand, the thought of his fangs sinking into her, of him marking her again and claiming her for his own almost enough to bring her to her knees.

When their hands met, his face lit with savage joy. He didn’t give her the slightest chance to push him away. Pulling her to him he bit into her shoulder, sending her into a screaming orgasm that was part pain, all pleasure. He held her tight, thrusting his thigh in between her legs, allowing her to ride it as the dark waves rolled over her, the emotions pouring off him throwing her higher than she’d ever been.

Without even thinking about it her Puma struck, marking Gabe, pulling a groaning shudder from him. He held her head in place as her teeth slid into him, his hands tangling in her hair and tugging on her. “That’s it, baby.” He used his free hand to begin slowly shredding her tank top, the tips of his claws leaving delicious trails of fire in their wake. The need in him spiked, savage and brutal and aimed only at her.

They began walking backwards towards the bed. He took his hand out of her hair to pick her up by her ass, her feet dangling from the floor. She took her fangs out of his neck and held on.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

She complied just as he tipped her backwards, her shoulders landing on the bed. Her ass was in midair, her hands clutching the bedspread to keep from falling.

“Good girl.” His fingers moved to the button of her shorts, undoing them and the zipper swiftly. “You’re going to trust me. Understand?”

She licked her lips and nodded.

“Say it.”

“I trust you, sir.”

One large hand went to the small of her back as the other one started to slide her shorts off. He grunted as they slid down and he realized she hadn’t worn any panties.

He took the shorts to the tops of her knees before his hand went to his own shorts. He wrestled them down, exposing the long, hard line of his cock. “I owe you, baby.”

Her eyes widened, her ass cheeks clenching in anticipation at the determination on his face. His hand stroked her ass, clutching one cheek before moving to the other one. “I’m going to redden this pretty ass of yours.”

She bit back her whimper.

“Up on the bed, hands and knees.”

She scrambled, awkward with her shorts around her knees, but she knew better than to take them off.

She knew him well enough to know that the sight of them was a turn-on for him. She bent down, shoulders to the bed, ass cheeks stuck up in the air, and waited for his hand.

She didn’t have to wait long. She felt the sting immediately as he swatted her. “Count.”

“One. Two. Three.” She felt the cheeks of her ass begin to burn, her pussy clenching in anticipation of the next blow. She still didn’t know what it was that made her crave this, but no way was she about to complain.

“I’m going to fuck this ass.” Another swat landed, her whimper escaping before she could bite it back. It felt like her butt was on fire. He stroked the red globes, his hand soothing on the sensitive skin. “You’ll look so pretty with my cock sliding between these red cheeks.”

Her clit throbbed at the thought of feeling him there. They’d done it once before in the dreams, and the sensations had been wild beyond belief. “Please, sir.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

She felt him move back on the bed. “Not quite yet.” She closed her eyes as his hands slid to her hips.

“First I want to admire my ass.”

“Get a mirror,” she muttered.

Another slap had her squealing. “What was that?”

The amusement in his voice had her relaxing back against his hand. “Nothing. Sir.”

His teeth nipped her hip. “Are you sure? It sounded like you had something to say.”

If you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to kill you. She had the feeling if she told him that she would wind up staying there, ass in the air, while he went and did something else. “I said you have a very fine ass, sir.”

He laughed as he stroked hers. “That I do.”

The first swipe of his wet, warm tongue took her by surprise and she jumped. “Tasty, too.” Gabe’s tongue rolled around the globes of her ass, occasionally dipping in between the cleft of her cheeks to swipe at her pussy.

The sudden feel of his teeth on her ass sent her spinning once more into orgasm. She drummed her feet against the mattress, grateful his hands had become firm on her hips, keeping her from falling.

She didn’t realize until she came down off the high that he’d marked her ass.

“Mine.”

The smug tone of his voice had her looking over her shoulder.

He was staring down at the mark he’d put on her with so much male satisfaction she rolled her eyes.

The satisfaction leeched from his face, a frown forming between his eyes. “Damn. I’m going to have to save fucking my ass for another day.”

“Why?” Well, don’t I just sound needy? The whine in her voice had her mentally wincing.

“I don’t have lube.”

Okay, the thought of that really did have her wincing. She clenched her ass cheeks, her ankles crossing in protest.

“I gather going in with just spit for lube isn’t your idea of fun?” He grinned when she glared at him, sliding his cock up and down the crease of her pussy. “I guess we’ll have to do something else, then.”

He rammed home, shoving her forward on the bed, and began pounding into her. The fact that her legs were together made the sensations that much tighter. His hands landed on either side of her head, his thighs slapping against the heated flesh of her ass. She could feel his balls banging against her engorged clit as he fucked her without mercy.

He nipped the nape of her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, her Puma purring its approval at her mate’s show of dominance. She moved against him, fucking him back, reveling in the feel of him shuttling in and out of her body.

I wonder…

Sarah opened up her senses, felt for Gabe, and pushed. Every emotion she was experiencing poured out of her and into him. Gabe choked, his hips stopping. Sarah whimpered and he echoed it. The sensation when he began to move again rocketed through them.

She could feel it, the connection between them. She knew he was experiencing everything he was doing to her. The exquisite pleasure was blinding, building up and up. They fed off each other’s pending orgasm, the waves crashing through them both. They wanted. They needed. She was gasping, begging for more, his low growls pushing at her. Before she could voice the need his hands were on her ass, smacking her, gently, harshly, alternating pats with slaps, inching her closer and closer to an explosion that just might kill her. His teeth clamped down on her shoulder again, pinning her in place and sending her into her third orgasm. She screamed breathlessly, pulsing around the hard flesh that continued to batter into her, her mind and heart shattering along with her body.

She began begging, pleading with him to move faster, harder, the pleasure rolling on and on until she thought she might black out. Her claws shredded the bedspread uncontrollably as she felt the beginnings of his orgasm rip through him, the sensations shoving her into a fourth orgasm so hard she saw stars.

“Fuck, fuck!” His head whipped up, his Puma screaming as he emptied himself into her body. The fact that he’d lost enough control that his Puma nearly came out was an immense source of satisfaction to her.

Gabe rarely lost control.

He collapsed to the side, pulling her down with him, curling around her body as they both struggled for breath. His cock twitched inside her, his arm around her waist preventing her from pulling away. “No.

Stay where you are.”

She had the feeling the drugged-sounding command wasn’t just about her body.

She settled down against her mate, loving the feel of his flesh inside her, the little flash of panic he’d felt smoothing out into a contented rumble. Little nibbling kisses against the back of her neck soothed her.

With a small smile she allowed herself to drift peacefully, secure in the knowledge that her mate would keep her safe. Hell, she even allowed herself to purr.

Take that, Chloe’s of the world. Gabe is mine.

“What’s that smug look for?”

She smiled, the feel of her lips curving tickling his skin. “I’m not sure I should answer that.”

He turned her, wanting to see her face. It was important that he see her face now, almost as important as the feel of her in his mind. He’d never experienced anything like what she’d done to him. She’d more than mated him, she owned him now, in ways he wasn’t certain he understood. “Do you believe me now?”

“About what?”

He grimaced. “Chloe.”

She bit her lip.

Gabe sighed. Obviously not. “Why is it you still feel I have something going with Chloe?”

She winced. “I don’t, not really.”

“But something is still bothering you. What is it?”

“The bracelet.”

Ah. He’d wondered when they’d get around to that. “Yes, I gave her a bracelet. She’s a friend; someone who I thought was doing me a favor. I swear to you, nothing has ever happened between us.

Nothing . It would be like having sex with my kid sister.”

“You don’t have a kid sister.”

He growled. “You know what I mean.” He tipped her chin up. “Believe me. You can ask her if you like.

She already knows who her mate is, and it isn’t me. She’s just trying to figure out how to claim him.”

“Who?” Her eyes went wide. “Jim really is her mate?”

He nodded, choosing to ignore the fact that she’d suspected as much. There’d been enough grief between them over Jim and Chloe. “She volunteers as a vet’s assistant while she’s earning her doctorate in veterinary medicine, so they’re together constantly. She says he turned her down, told her she’s too young for him.”

She made a face. “He did. And I called him on it, too, but he’s stuck in the belief that she’s not mature enough for him or something like that.”

He caressed that beautiful face, dragging his thumb over her lips just to feel her smile. “Whenever I talked to her we discussed mostly you and Jim. Now do you believe me?”

She stroked his chest, relaxing against him with a nod. “Okay. I believe you.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, hoping he’d finally laid her fears to rest. “I love you, Sarah.” He opened his heart, hoping that she’d finally feel it.

When she gave him that mysterious, feminine little smile, his heart nearly exploded from happiness. “I know.”

He bent to her, determined to drink from that happiness and never let it go.

It was two-thirty in the morning, but Gabe couldn’t sleep. He breathed in deep, the scent of his mate surrounding him. Her salty skin was under his tongue. Her heated ass nestled against his groin. And she’d trusted him enough to fall asleep.

Or at least he hoped it was trust, and not sleepy fucked-out exhaustion. Well, okay, I could live with fucked-out exhaustion. He smirked, listening to her even breathing.

It was a heady feeling, holding her in his arms while awake. What was even headier was the knowledge that, even though she could take him down with a thought, render him helpless and begging and crying like a wimp, she’d allowed him to dominate her. And he wasn’t going to even try and fool himself on that one, either. If she’d wished to she could have stopped him cold at any point. His mate was a lot stronger than he’d dared give her credit for. Just one day of watching her with Jim had proven it beyond a doubt.

If he’d had to go through months of that, he’d have wound up insane, or a murderer. Or both. The sex they’d had earlier just cemented it. She’d taken him, pulled him into her, held tight and given him the ride of his fucking life.

Thank God she hadn’t given up on him. Because she could have. She had the strength to walk away and never looked back. And it would have been his own God damn fault for listening to the fucking Bear instead of his own instincts.

He shuddered at the thought of living without Sarah. What had he been thinking, holding off on the mating? He’d been so busy protecting her from their separation that he’d failed to see what it would do to her.

In the end he’d nearly destroyed them both, and for what?

Well, he was determined now that Sarah would never have any doubts about exactly how much he wanted her. Needed her.

He knew that, at certain times, he’d have to bow down to her. She was the Omega. He was merely the Marshall’s Second. He rolled over onto his back, pulling the covers over them both before settling down, arms over his head. He stared at the ceiling, trying to determine exactly how he felt about that. The more he thought about it, the more the lack of anxiety was a relief. He’d have no problems with it. He might be the dominant partner in their physical relationship but when it came to the Pride she outranked him. If needed, he would bow down happily, knowing his baby would be back in his bed and begging for him, if she didn’t have him begging first.

He couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He didn’t want a doormat for a spouse, and Fate had seen to it he hadn’t gotten one. Sarah had proven to him, and to herself, that she was strong enough to hold him off, but also strong enough to let herself go for him.

He blinked. Damn. He tried to hold back his groan but some slipped past. He’d forgotten to give her the ring he’d bought for her for Christmas. He’d have to give it to her first thing in the morning. Maybe he’d take her to France in Epcot for breakfast and feed her beignets before asking her to marry him. He hoped she liked the simple, square-cut diamond set in yellow gold he’d gotten her.

He closed his eyes and allowed sleep to wash over him. He wasn’t surprised when he met Sarah in his dream.

She was everything he ever wanted to dream of, and more.

Epilogue

Emma was pacing behind the curtain, her lip between her teeth, her brown eyes wild. “Are you sure I look all right?”

Sarah squelched the urge to use her powers to soothe Emma. Right then the bride-to-be was so dense with anxiety that anything Sarah threw at her would just bounce off unless Sarah really exerted herself.

Sarah was still so new at this she was afraid she’d make Emma too relaxed and the Curana would have to be carried down the aisle. “You look great, Emma.”

“Trust me. You look wonderful.” Sheri hugged Emma, careful of the Curana’s carefully arranged hair.

“Thanks. I think.” Emma bit her lip. “Where’s Becky?”

“She went to use the litter box.” Belle grinned, leaning against the wall. Sarah was pretty sure Belle’s hip was bothering her but the Luna had refused to use her cane, saying it clashed with her outfit.

Sarah was also pretty sure Rick would have something to say about that later, when the two of them were alone. He’d already been back twice to check on Belle, earning a snarl from his Luna. She’d muttered something about an air horn, but Rick hadn’t seemed intimidated in the least.

Becky was just coming back from her trip to the ladies’ room when Emma’s very human wedding planner bustled in. “All right, ladies, it’s almost time. Is everyone ready?”

Emma gulped. “Yes.” She breathed in deep, then blew it out again. “I’m fine.”

She wasn’t, but Sarah wasn’t about to say anything. Emma was practically vibrating with anxiety.

Emma’s father came into the room, his salt-and-pepper hair gleaming. “You look wonderful, sweetheart.” He placed a soft kiss on his daughter’s cheeks, his eyes shining with pride. It was easy to see where Emma got her looks from. “Your mother wanted me to tell you that Max looks very handsome.”

Emma visibly relaxed, the sensation sweeping into Sarah, nearly knocking her off her feet. Emma felt everything so intensely it constantly threw Sarah for a loop. “Really?”

“Really.” He put Emma’s arm through his own and turned to the wedding planner. “Are we ready?”

The music swelled, the planner shushing them all and lining them up. Sarah watched as the wedding planner counted down. “Now,” the woman hissed, shooing Sarah down the aisle.

She walked, holding her small bouquet of ivory calla lilies in front of her. Her fuchsia-colored gown swished around her ankles, the simple shape a perfect match for Emma’s more non-traditional gown. She had to admit the color looked stunning, and the simple strapless A-line dress was perfect for all of their shapes and sizes.

She took her place in the gazebo in front of the altar, her eyes automatically drifting past all of the other men to her man. Gabe looked incredibly hot in his black tux and dark gold vest. He blew her a kiss, smiling at her when she blushed.

Next came Belle, the blonde Luna making her stately way down the aisle. Rick damn near growled at the sight of her limping, but he remained in place behind Max and Simon, earning himself a sweet smile.

Sheri glided out, the fuchsia of her dress startling against her alabaster skin and white blonde hair. Her sensitive eyes were covered by her white sunglasses. A soft smile graced her lips as she took her place in front of Belle.

Becky stepped out from behind the curtain, her wild curls tamed into a sleek fall of light brown hair that reached down to her waist. One white calla lily was tucked behind her ear. She smiled at Simon and winked before taking her place as maid of honor. Sarah turned to find Simon staring at Becky with something akin to adoration.

The music changed and Sarah turned. She heard the gasps of the guests and smiled, her eyes darting to see the stunned look on Max’s face.

The Curana looked like a queen in her gown. Strapless, simple, the embroidered, bold stripe of color at the neckline of the dress drew back into a long colored and embroidered train the same color as the bridesmaids’ dresses. An enlarged version of the embroidered band circled the bottom of the dress. The rest of the dress was ivory, as was the embroidery itself. A small gold and citrine tiara rested on top of curled hair that had been styled half up, half down, one dark curl resting on her creamy shoulder. Her jewelry was a simple necklace of gold and citrines with matching earrings. Her bouquet was a more elaborate version of her bridesmaids’, the color matching their dresses. Her father walked proudly beside her, a king giving away his princess.

“Holy fuck.” Max winced when Reverend Glaston reached out and smacked him gently upside the head, much to the amusement of the guests. Emma merely winked, her expression full of laughter.

The rest of the wedding went off without a hitch, both Max and Emma expressing their love for each other in clear voices, but Sarah barely heard it. Her gaze was drawn again and again to her mate, not surprised to find his never left her. She had to resist the urge to play with the diamond engagement ring he’d given her a few days before. He hadn’t given her a chance to say no. She’d woken up to find it already on her finger, his purring contentment humming through her. She’d been wearing it ever since.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Sarah blinked and turned back to the ceremony to find Max tugging Emma into his arms.

“Max, wait for me to say it first, please.” The reverend was looking over his glasses at Max, who just grinned and shrugged. “Max?”

“Hmm?” Max was staring down into the glowing eyes of his mate.

The reverend nodded. “You may kiss the bride.”

Max bent down and kissed Emma reverently.

Sarah felt tears start up, the beauty of the moment, the love of the Pride and the newly married couple so full and sweet she couldn’t contain it.

But over it all, she felt the love of her mate, her Gabriel, and all was right again. She blew him a kiss, not surprised when his eyes sparkled with gold.

Yup, all was right with her world.

The reception was a blast. Max and Emma had chosen Cinderella’s Castle Courtyard for the reception, a classy, elegant venue with a dash of fun that matched them to a T. The only dark spot was a small fight between Chloe and Jim, but only a soft, whispered word in Jim’s ear had been needed to stop the fight from going much further.

Strangely enough, the Pride seemed much more accepting of Belle now that she was no longer a member. Marie Howard even shook Belle’s hand, something Sarah would never have expected, although the lingering distaste Sarah could sense was carefully hidden behind Marie’s social mask. Belle accepted the gesture graciously, but Sarah knew the Luna would never trust Marie again.

Sarah stood in the shadows, watching Chloe dance with a dark-haired man, and sighed. She was going to have to get used to that sight. Gabe might have explained that Chloe was no more than a friend to him, but it would take time before she was completely over the feelings she got when she saw the two of them together. Oh, she trusted Gabe. His love surrounded her constantly, as if he was consciously wrapping her up in it, never allowing her to forget who she belonged to. Still, it hurt deep inside to watch them together, despite all of Gabe’s reassurances. She had the feeling that only time, and a steady diet of Gabe’s brand of loving, would make those sensations go away completely.

And one thing she could think of to do to help that along was to see to it that Jim and Chloe got together. Maybe watching the Fox claim her reluctant mate would finally bury the jealousy she felt towards her once and for all.

“Hey.”

Sarah turned to smile up at Rick, surprised the Wolf had sought her out. It wasn’t that she and Rick hadn’t spoken before. She’d actually done what she could to make sure he knew how bad things had gotten for Belle before he whisked her off to the Poconos. She gave him a silly, exaggerated bow. “Your Alphaness.”

He snorted. “Cute.” He nodded towards Gabe and Chloe. “You have nothing to worry about, you know.”

Sarah stared at him, shocked. “Um, okay?”

His lips twisted. “He’s not into Chloe that way.” His entire face relaxed as his gaze came to rest on Belle. “He looks at you the way I look at Belle.” Rick grinned down at Sarah. “Trust me, the only thing on his mind right now is how quickly he can get you back to your room and get you naked.”

Sarah blushed. “Are you sure about that?”

“More sure than I want to be, trust me.” He took a sip of his wine with a grimace. “I…can hear him.”

Sarah blinked. “You mean…?”

Rick nodded. “Not sure what exactly that means, but yeah.”

Sarah was fascinated. Belle had told her about Rick’s psychic connection with the rest of his Pack. She never thought it could extend outside of it. “Can you hear anyone else?”

“You, Sheri, Adrian, Max, Emma, Becky, Simon… Do you people think of anything other than fucking, by the way? And they call us dogs.”

Sarah nearly choked on her wine. “What about the rest of the Pride?”

He frowned. She could just about feel the force of his thoughts roaming the party. “Faintly, but they’re there. If I was far enough away I doubt I’d hear them at all.”

“Do you think it has something to do with Belle?”

All of that energy suddenly focused on the Luna, who tossed a sultry look over her shoulder at the Alpha Wolf before returning to her conversation with Emma. “More than likely. She’s the first Puma Luna, after all. For all I know our kids will be Wolves with retractable claws.”

“And amazing psychic powers?”

Rick shrugged. “If it’s meant to be.” He grinned at something he saw over Sarah’s much-shorter head.

“I’ll see you later, Omega.”

“Later, Wolfman.”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he wandered off.

Sarah looked up, startled at the fireworks suddenly going off overhead. She wasn’t the least surprised when strong arms circled her waist. Soft lips brushed against her neck, the prickles of her mate’s five o’clock shadow sending delicious shivers down her spine. And in the darkness and the magic, Gabe claimed her again, his teeth sliding beneath her skin and marking her for everyone to see, in or out of dreams.