Dark Nights Dangerous Men

by Elisabeth Naughton, Cynthia Eden, Katie Reus, Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright, Joan Swan

  When that didn’t work, they began to fear it was a genetic anomaly. The Pantera had, after all, interbred for centuries.

  So discreetly selecting the finest specimens of human females who agreed to become surrogates at an enormous price for their secrecy, they’d brought the women to their high-tech medical facilities. They were the rare few who realized the Pantera were more than mere myths.

  The human females, however, had been unable to breed with the Pantera. Not even with the most potent fertility drugs.

  So his people had no choice but to seek answers outside the Wildlands.

  Keeping a low profile, a handful of Pantera scientists had covertly gained employment at various research facilities, seeking information from the humans’ work on DNA.

  At the same time, the ‘Suits,’ or Political Faction of the Pantera, had sent spies to infiltrate the various governments.

  They needed to know if there was some physical change that was affecting the magic of their land.

  Toxic waste. Global warming. Bio-chemical warfare.

  It could be accidental or deliberate sabotage, but if the humans were involved then Raphael intended to uncover the truth.

  He had just been returning from his latest trip abroad when he’d stopped at The Cougar’s Den, needing to blow off some steam before traveling to the Wildlands and making his latest report.

  The elders weren’t going to be pleased with his lack of progress.

  Hell, he wasn’t pleased.

  The last thing he expected was to be blindsided by a human female. Or to find himself returning to the decrepit bar week after week in the hopes of spotting her again.

  And now…shit.

  Giving Raphael a shake, Bayon glared at him, his anger causing the temperature to spike.

  “Then you realize it’s impossible for that female to be pregnant with your child.”

  Raphael met his friend glare for glare. “Impossible or not, I know what I smelled.”

  “Think about it.” Bayon’s eyes glowed with golden power. “A strange woman just happens to stroll into a bar where the Pantera gather. She magically stirs your mating urges despite being human, and now she deliberately parks her car close enough that you were bound to pick up her scent before driving away like a madwoman.” He gave Raphael another shake. “Does she have to have T R A P tattooed on her ass for you to get it?”

  Raphael made a sound of frustration. His friend wasn’t saying anything that Raphael hadn’t already told himself.

  Hell, he’d be shocked if it wasn’t some sort of trick.

  But until he discovered exactly what was happening, he wasn’t going to let the female out of his sight.

  Or out of his bed, a treacherous voice whispered in the back of his mind.

  “There’s one way to find out.”

  With a strength that caught Bayon off-guard, Raphael shoved them away and headed toward the road.

  “Wait,” Bayon called. “What are you going to do?”

  “To find my woman and discover exactly what she has tattooed on her ass,” he snarled.

  “Christ, Raphael.”

  Focused on the rapidly fading scent, Raphael jogged away from the bar, his dark jeans and black tee allowing him to disappear among the shadows.

  He expected the female to head to her house. The more respectable citizens of the small town tended to be tucked safely behind closed doors as soon as the sun went down. They might not logically believe in voodoo or ghosts or even the Pantera, but they were smart enough to know that strange creatures crawled out of the swamps at night.

  No reason to become easy prey.

  But instead of heading toward the wooden houses that ran in tidy rows facing the red brick schoolhouse and attached community center that doubled as a church, she turned in the opposite direction toward the town square that was framed by a handful of small shops.

  At last she parked her car next to the three-story hotel that was squashed between the beauty shop and post office. Raphael stood beneath the draping branches of the weeping willow in the center of the square, watching the slender female enter through the glass door.

  Did she work at the hotel?

  Or was she there to meet someone?

  Some man?

  A low snarl rumbled through his chest, his cat twisting beneath his skin with a primeval fury.

  The woman was his.

  Branded by his passion and bound to him by the babe she carried in her womb.

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  The words whispered through his soul as he strolled across the street to enter the cramped lobby of the hotel.

  His nose wrinkled at the stench that clung to the ugly green and yellow diamond-patterned carpet and the mold that had multiplied into a thriving community behind the warped wood paneling. There was a wilted fake plant shoved in a corner and a reception desk at the back of the room. Currently a bleached-blonde woman was leaning on the desk as she flipped through a glossy magazine.

  Lifting her head at his entrance, she gave a low whistle, her chubby face flushing with pleasure as her blue gaze made a slow, thorough survey of his body.

  “Can I help you?” she murmured, tugging at her loose top to better display her massive rack.

  Clearly the middle-aged woman thought her breasts worthy of putting on public display.

  A delusional belief, but Raphael wasn’t a trained diplomat just because he could travel away from the Wildlands.

  With his most charming smile he strolled forward, halting near the desk so he could covertly take note of an office to the left where two small dogs were yapping at his arrival and, to the right, a back door that led to the alleyway.

  “I was passing and I thought I saw a friend come in here.”

  The female gave her blouse another tug. “Lucky friend.”

  “Maybe you would recognize her. She’s tall, dark-haired…beautiful.”

  “Oh, you mean Ashe Pascal.”

  Ashe. He silently tested the name. A Native American name.

  Did she carry their blood?

  “Yes.”

  The woman eyed him with a growing curiosity. “She just went to her room. Do you want me to give her a call?”

  “That’s not necessary.” He shared another dazzling smile. “Is she a guest here?”

  “For tonight.” The bleach-blonde curls bounced as the female shook her head in a gesture of disgust. “That mother of hers kicked her out. The damned bitch should be flogged for the way she treats her daughter.”

  Raphael’s brows lowered. “Ashe never speaks of her family.”

  The woman shrugged. “What’s to say? Her worthless father walked out when she was just a babe and her mother’s a drunk. Ashe spends every penny trying to keep a roof over her head and the bills paid. Not that Dixie Pascal appreciates what Ashe does for her. Most nights she’s down at that nasty Cougar’s Den swilling cheap vodka.” She grimaced. “Just as a warning, if you’re new in town, you’ll wanna give that bar a miss. It’s not a place for decent folk.”

  A pure shaft of fury pierced his heart.

  The Pantera were a close-knit society who protected their young with a ferocious intensity.

  But Ashe had been treated like trash. Tossed onto the streets by her mother.

  She’d been left vulnerable, her child…his child…put at risk in this shabby hotel that was barely a step above sleeping in the gutter.

  The knowledge was unacceptable.

  Sensing the hotel manager’s growing curiosity, Raphael leashed his anger.

  He would deal with Ashe’s worthless parents after he had her safely hidden in his lair.

  For now he had to make certain that his savage obsession with the beautiful female wasn’t blinding him to an obvious trap.

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” he murmured.

  The older woman tilted her head. “Are you wanting to see Ashe?”

  With every fiber of his being.

  He forced himself to shake his head.

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sp; “Perhaps later. Unfortunately, I have a meeting, but I can’t remember the exact address.” He held the manager’s pale gaze allowing a tendril of his musk to fill the air. It wasn’t enough to captivate the woman, but it would loosen her tongue. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen any strangers hanging around here?”

  “Here?” She frowned, considering the question. “I’ve had the usual crew from the oil rigs and the Jenkins family came in from Baton Rouge for a reunion.”

  “There hasn’t been anyone around town asking questions?” he pressed.

  “The only strangers in town are down at The Cougar’s Den.” The woman heaved an exasperated frown as the dogs caught the whiff of his musk and went into a whining frenzy. “What the hell is wrong with them dogs? Excusez-moi.”

  Raphael waited until the woman had stomped into the office to pacify her terrified animals before silently sliding out the back door.

  He stepped into the shadows, disappearing from prying eyes as he allowed his senses to absorb his surroundings.

  He caught the sound of mice tunneling through the trash cans. The buzz of the street lights at the end of the alley. The breeze that carried a threat of rain.

  And, overwhelming everything, the sweet perfume that had haunted his dreams for the past six weeks.

  Sucking in a deep breath, Raphael focused on the window where he could sense Ashe.

  He would wait to slip into her room once she was asleep.

  And then…

  Then he would have the truth.

  Chapter Two

  ASHE hadn’t expected to sleep.

  Even when she’d stripped off her clothes and crawled beneath the sheets buck-naked, she’d assumed she was too worried to actually relax enough to rest.

  But the emotional upheaval of the day, combined with the hormonal changes that were already affecting her body, soon had her tumbling into a welcomed darkness.

  Not that her rest was peaceful.

  She’d barely fallen asleep when her dreams were filled with the memories of a hard, hot body pressing her into the mattress.

  She moaned, her head twisting on the pillow as seeking lips trailed a line of kisses down the column of her neck. Her hands ran a restless path over the wide back, savoring the feel of rippling muscles beneath the silken skin.

  Raphael.

  Her legs parted as he settled between them, the steel-hard length of his erection pressing against her inner thigh. Her entire body was on fire, shaking with the need to feel him deep inside her.

  It’d never been like this.

  Never before had she experienced this savage…hunger.

  She felt the head of his cock penetrate her, but while her hands moved to clasp his hard ass, he refused to deepen the thrust. Instead his lips blazed a path of devastation along the line of her collarbone, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin.

  Her hips lifted in a silent plea, her breath wrenched from her lungs as his mouth traveled over the soft globe of her breast and latched onto her nipple.

  She whimpered.

  Oh…god.

  It was good. So good.

  His teeth closed over the aching tip, biting hard enough to send a jolt of sizzling excitement through her.

  Please.

  What do you want?

  You.

  Only me. Do you understand? You’re mine.

  Yes.

  Say it.

  Only you.

  She heard a rumble of satisfaction deep in his chest, the intoxicating musk filling her senses. Oh, hell. How had she ever thought sex an overrated pastime?

  This was mind-blowingly fantastic.

  The inane thought was shattered as he pressed his hips forward, entering her with a slow, ruthless slide that stretched her with a delicious friction.

  He was huge.

  A gasp of pleasure was ripped from her lips as his hands gripped her hips, tilting her so he could sink even deeper, invading her with the promise of paradise.

  Raphael.

  I’m here.

  Jerked out of her dream, Ashe lifted a hand to her ear, feeling the lingering warmth. As if lips had just brushed the delicate shell.

  Shit.

  Slowly sitting up, she tugged the sheet over her breasts as she impatiently brushed her tangled hair out of her face.

  “Hello?” Her eyes searched the darkness, sensing a presence even though she couldn’t see the intruder. A chill inched down her spine. “I know there’s someone here.”

  “You smell so sweet.” The male voice was low, whiskey-smooth. And terrifyingly familiar. “Like night-blooming jasmine.”

  She didn’t scream. Instinctively she knew that he would pounce before she could be heard.

  Her hand fumbled for her cell phone.

  Where the hell was it? She’d left it on the nightstand, hadn’t she?

  “I have a gun,” she tried to bluff.

  She heard a soft footfall, but the intruder remained in the shadows while she was bathed in the moonlight that slanted through the window.

  The open window.

  No need to ask how he managed to get in.

  “That’s what first caught my attention,” he continued, ignoring her threat. “That scent…” She heard him suck in a deep breath. “It intoxicates me.”

  “I’ll shoot,” she tried again, even knowing it was futile. “I swear I will.”

  “And then I caught sight of you.” His words seemed to brush over her skin, creating tiny sparks of awareness. “The exquisite lines of your profile. The sexy tumble of ebony curls. The ivory satin of your skin. The elegant lines of your body.” There was a low rumble. Did it come from the man? “You were a purebred, all pride and nervous energy.”

  Her mouth went dry and she forgot her search for her missing phone. Instead her fingers went toward the lamp.

  “Who are you?”

  “No, don’t turn on the light.”

  She shivered at the command in his voice. “Then answer the question.”

  “Raphael.”

  So, she hadn’t imagined knowing his name.

  Christ. Did that mean the rest was true as well?

  The thought should terrify her. Or at least infuriate her.

  It sure the hell shouldn’t cause a treacherous heat to bloom between her legs.

  “Just Raphael?” she rasped.

  “Just Raphael.”

  “Why are you in my room?”

  There was a beat of silence, as if he was startled by the question.

  “You know why.”

  A sudden premonition stole her breath. “No.”

  “You carry my child.”

  “Shit.”

  The panic that should have hit the minute she woke with a strange man in her hotel room belatedly thundered through Ashe. Without conscious thought she was shoving aside the sheet and preparing to leap off the bed.

  She didn’t know where she intended to go.

  She was naked, broke and currently homeless.

  But anywhere had to be better than locked in a room with a lunatic.

  There was no warning.

  One minute she was struggling to untangle her feet from the covers and the next she was flat on her back, a heavy body pressing her into the mattress.

  Oh…hell.

  This was it.

  Her dream.

  Except in her dreams he was naked. Now his denims scraped against her upper thighs and a soft tee brushed the aching tips of her breasts.

  Unbelievably the sensations were almost as erotic as the feel of his bare skin.

  Or maybe not so unbelievably.

  Even with a layer of clothing between them she could feel the searing heat of his body seeping into her, stirring her blood. And that musk…

  How was a woman supposed to think clearly?

  Her lips parted—whether to scream or moan she would never know—as his head swooped down and her mouth was taken in a savage kiss.

  She gasped, shocked by the jolts of sheer pleasure that ravaged her body
.

  It was like being struck by lightning.

  Dazzling. Electric. Stunning her with an instant need that made her pussy clench with anticipation.

  She squirmed beneath him, pressing the aching tips of her breasts against the heat of his chest. Oh god. It felt so good.

  With a groan, Raphael ripped his mouth from hers to bury his face in the curve of her throat.

  “That smell,” he muttered, his nose lingered against her thundering pulse as his hands pinned her arms over her head.

  His heavy legs held the bottom half of her body motionless, but even with her mind clouded by lust she realized that he was taking great care not to press any weight against her stomach.

  The knowledge sent an odd flare of tenderness through her. A sensation that was far more disturbing than the desire pulsing through her blood.

  Instinctively, she tried to put some distance between them.

  “No.” A warning growl rumbled deep in his chest as he lifted his head. “Don’t move.”

  Her hair rose at the prickles of heat that filled the air. “Are you going to hurt me?”

  “No. But your struggles…” His golden eyes suddenly seemed to shimmer with a luminosity in the darkness. “Excite my animal.”

  Those eyes.

  Those magnificent golden eyes that had glowed with hunger as he’d ridden her with a rough urgency.

  “Oh god, it was you,” she breathed.

  “Yes.”

  A surge of anger merged with her lust, forming a combustible combination.

  “You’re right, you are an animal,” she snapped. “What kind of man drugs and rapes a helpless woman?”

  He hissed in genuine outrage. “There were no drugs and there sure as hell was no rape.” He lowered his head until they were nose to nose, his breath a warm caress against her face. “You begged, ma chère.”

  “A lie,” she muttered.

  He brushed his lips over her cheek until he could whisper directly in her ear, his tone pitched high as he mimicked her words.

  “Please don’t stop,” he breathed. “Please, please. I need your cock deep inside me.”

  Her lips parted, but the protest died as she could hear the words in her own voice echoing through a dark room.

  She had begged.

  She’d even grabbed the steel-hard length of his cock to try and steer him to her sweet spot.