Abby's Call

by Nichole Finley

  Silence followed.

  “Aunt Rachael?”

  “Sorry Baby…I don’t know what you mean.” Her voice shook on the words. A lie.

  “Kyle’s about to fully transition and he doesn’t carry a Bengal tiger scent. If Dad were his father, he’d have that. Now…who sired him?”

  Another long moment of silence then movement and a door closing. “You have to understand your mother was never in love with Kyle’s father. They met the last night of her first Heat and…he just…took her, impregnated her. He was older, in his twenties but Raya, she was only seventeen.”

  “So Kyle’s father ditched them after?” Jason asked. He hadn’t thought about it being like that.

  “Yeah, up until Kyle was born he was there that night then gone again three days later. Raya never saw him again that I know of.”

  “I want his name,” Jason insisted. He wanted it so Kyle could know.

  Rachael sighed. “I don’t remember his first name, but Kyle’s original last name was Ellis not East.”

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  Kyle shrank from a gust of wind that blasted him in the face. The muscles in his shoulders loosened then tightened again as a familiar scent hit him. It’d moved since he’d left the gym and now, when he only had four blocks to go before he got home, he ran into it, again. The wind must have been carrying it in a different direction minutes before, it was too strong for him to have missed it and ended up so close.

  The chocolaty taste was in the back of his throat again, sending a wave of warmth through his body until it pooled low in his stomach. It teased his nose, fogged his already foggy mind, and, just from the smell, his jeans tightened in the front. Kyle’s mouth opened in a soft groan.

  Find it and it’s yours, the idea breathed through his mind. He shook his head and started walking again, attempting to ignore the scent and the reactions it caused. But like before, Kyle found himself drawing closer to it rather than going around it as he wanted. What made it worse was that it, whoever it was, was directly in the path to his house.

  Two blocks left until he was home. Kyle stopped and steadied himself on a lamppost. Fire ran through his veins disguised as blood, it burned him from the inside, eat through the alcohol still in his system, and had him so hard it physically hurt. He reached into his jeans and adjusted his cock so it didn’t push against his fly and stand out. The roughness of the underwear’s elastic band rubbed against the tender tip, but it was better than straining against the denim and he might be able to walk normally now. Kyle huffed and pushed off the post, he was really going to need some alone time once he got through the front door.

  “Help me! Please come find me,” that female voice sounded by his ear for the third time this night. “They’re going to hurt me.”

  Kyle looked around for the speaker and like before she was nowhere to be seen. The words were pleading and she seemed ready to cry, but since he couldn’t see who it was or even tell where it was coming from, he didn’t know how to help. Frustrated he took a step toward his house and stilled. The pull of the scent grew unbearably strong.

  Find! His mind screamed, but he frowned. He still didn’t know where it was coming from. The smell and the female voice have to be connected for both to assault me in one night, he reasoned.

  “Let go!” The voice screamed.

  Kyle felt his eyes go wide. That wasn’t right beside him as it had been the other times. His head jerked left as another wave of that scent poured over him. A moment later, he was across the street, following the sound before he even realized that was where it was coming from. His entire body throbbed with the need to move as he forced himself to still just outside the ally.

  “I said let go!” yelled the female again.

  From where he was now, Kyle could see the whole ally. Two males standing a few feet apart, one blonde one redhead. They laughed at the girl, unaffected by her yelling. The blonde was heavier, taller than the redhead.

  The girl growled at the blonde and pulled against the hold he had on her wrist. The jerk spilled her jacket open, giving the world a view of the lacy shirt she wore. Kyle shook his head even as he felt his own body jump in response to the sight of her nearly naked chest.

  “Let me go! I’m not interested in you,” she told then again.

  Blonde laughed harder and jerked her forward off her feet so that she landed face first into his chest. “No, can’t let you go just yet baby. You got a little something something for me and brother here,” he told her and grabbed her by the hips, forcing her to rub against his groin.

  Red laughed so hard he snorted.

  “No,” the girl cried and started hitting Blonde, who just picked her up, his hands grabbing her ass.

  The sound of a zipper moving grabbed Kyle’s attention away from the girl and he turned to see Red working his cock out of his pants. The girl screamed. Kyle’s head jerked back to her in time to see Blonde push her against the brick building and trap both her hands above her head in one hand. They were really going to do this? Rape this little girl out in the open? Something in his head clicked. He dropped his backpack and took the last few steps into the ally.

  “I’d do as the lady asked. She’s not yours,” Kyle said firmly.

  Only Red looked over at him, his hand moving rhythmically. “Beat it college boy,” he scoffed and slowly his eyes started to glow red, it would have scared the hell out of anyone. “This ain’t no business of yours.” Red turned his attention back to the girl and continued his self-pleasure.

  Won’t listen? Fine. I just get your attention another way. “Half-breeds,” he made the word sound as disgusting as he could. Blonde and Red stilled. “You’re all the same, roaming another’s territory, taking shit that doesn’t belong to you.”

  That did it. Blonde dropped the girl and turned to him. She yelped as she hit the ground hard on her ass, but Kyle had to keep his attention on the males.

  “Who the fuck you think you are?” Blonde bristled and let his eyes go red as well.

  “Someone whose neighborhood you’re messing with Half-breed,” Kyle growled back. If he showed enough bravado these two might back down. Kyle had used it a time or two before and had it work nicely.

  “Bitch is in Heat, fair game for even Half-breeds. Now, go home to mommy kitten and leave the breeding to the real males,” Blonde said, stalking toward him. Threatening.

  Kyle chanced a glance at the girl. She sat perfectly still, probably too afraid of what would happen if she drew Blonde’s attention back to her. He looked back at the male. There was no way he could let them hurt her like this.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” Kyle smirked with the words.

  Blonde stopped and looked him over. Kyle could feel Blonde taking stock him, a younger male standing in the way of him and an in Heat female. He nearly heard the conclusion blonde came to: knows about Half-breeds, but no scent of a shifter…must have a genetic defect. Can’t shift. I can take him especially since it’s a two on one fight. Kyle’s smirk widened as he watched the knowledge move through the male’s eyes.

  Red tucked his cock back in his pants and followed Blonde’s lead.

  “Last chance, kitten,” Blonde egged him on. This time actually meaning the kitten comment. Kitten was a derogatory term for a pure or half-breed that couldn’t shift. “Get…lost.”

  “Fuck you,” Kyle smiled back.

  Blonde’s skin wavered as he tried to hold his human form. Kyle had officially pissed this one off. With a roar, Blonde rushed him. Red moved with him, only steps behind.

  Kyle squared himself and waited.

  Inches apart, Blonde swung his clenched fist at Kyle’s face, aiming for his nose, wearing a cocky grin the whole time.

  Now, Kyle’s mind screamed. From one moment to the next, Kyle’s vision went from normal to perfect. The darkness around them vanished; all detail became as visible as if it were noon. Then eve
rything around him seemed to slow down.

  Blonde’s face contorted in confusion as Kyle easily grabbed his extended wrist and sidestepped out of the punch. Kyle took one step back and Blonde’s own momentum carried him face first into the corner of the brick building behind Kyle. Somehow, Blonde managed to stay conscious and turned back on him. Kyle was ready for it and slammed his fist into Blonde’s jaw. His eyes rolled back and the back of his head connected with the bricks. Dust from the disintegrated bricks created a small cloud around Blonde. Two of the bricks, with nothing left to hold them up, fell onto the downed male.

  Kyle spun to face Red’s charge as he came within striking range. Red was moving too fast to adjust. His momentum carrying him forward as he tried to halt himself. The fight with Blonde over before he registered what had transpired. Kyle stepped away and snatched out with his right hand.

  Red’s body jerked to a stop, but his feet kept going another step before going completely out from under him. Kyle tensed as Red’s full weight pulled at his fingers where he held a fist full of shirt. Red scrambled to get to his feet under him as Kyle drew his left hand back.

  The fabric slipped and red’s cockiness returned a moment before Kyle’s fist made contact with his cheek. A popping sound issued from beneath his fist and Red’s head rocked back on his neck.

  Kyle watched as the second male crumbled to the ground before him.

  Chapter 11

  She couldn’t move, couldn’t run. The two Half-breeds wouldn’t have been an issue if her tiger had put up a fight. When the blonde had grabbed her the tiger in her had shrunk away from him instead of becoming angry. Abby was weak from hours of unfulfilled Heat and Calling to a male that seemed not to care. She thought this would be it; her first Heat would be spent getting raped in an ally. Then the new male had come.

  Shaking, she looked up, the fight went quiet too quickly. She hoped those assholes hadn’t hurt her would be rescuer much. Abby gasped. Intense gold reflective eyes watched her from across the length of the ally. Another unknown pure-breed in town. The male stepped around the brothers where they lay and moved towards her.

  Yes, stronger than last two. Mate this one, her tiger told her and blasted out a wave of pheromones to entice him. Stupid tiger didn’t know what she wanted and Abby wasn’t about to tease her male rescuer.

  He stilled half way to where she sat. He tilted his head and she heard him sniff the air, catching her scent. The weight that grew in those gold eyes darkened their color.

  “You’re well into your Heat,” his voice deepened as he spoke.

  Abby nodded rapidly.

  “What are you doing out of bed then?” That deep voice turned harsh. Did he think she was trying to provoke an incident? Start fights?

  “I…I’m looking for someone.” Even to her own ears her voice was shaky.

  “Looking for someone?” He questioned.

  “I was looking for my mate,” Abby said and tilted her head to get a look at this new male, but she couldn’t tell much from where she sat. The main source of light in the ally was behind him, obscuring the finer details of his face. But boy was he ever tall. Well above six feet tall, just as that male and his son in the restaurant had been.

  He took a step back, glancing around as if the mention of her mate could suddenly bring him around. “Looking for your Soul-bonded mate or someone in particular to mate with?” He asked callously. As he turned his head, the light from the streetlamp shown throw enough of his hair for her to know it was dark, maybe even black, but the light teased her. Only hinting at his facial features, hints that again reminded her of Nathan and Nico Ellis.

  “I…it’s complicated,” Abby sighed. “My Soul-bonded mate is near, but we can’t seem to cross paths.” He made the fifth male she’d encountered this night and still her mate seemed absent.

  “The streets here are filled with beings that can smell you blocks away and you’re out wandering, looking for one particular male?” he questioned.

  Abby’s cheeks heated as she realized how irrational the idea must sound. She would eventually meet her mate, why rush it? Because dreaming about him night after night was getting unbearable, she reminded herself. “Well, I thought I had it under control until…” She sighed again and glanced at the two half-breeds laying on the ground. “Anyway, I was trying to Call to him, but he either can’t come to me or is too far away to do anything about it any time soon.” Abby pulled her feet to her and pushed herself off the ground using the building as a support while she spoke.

  “It’s a miracle those two were the first to jump you,” he adjusted his weight from foot to foot, his arms folded tightly against his chest as he maintained his distance.

  He’s really struggling to stay away. Am I still producing the pheromones that heavily? She wondered. She couldn’t feel it pulsing through her anymore, but any lull would be short lived. It would start back and when it did, it might be worse than before. Abby’s fingers brushed something on her skirt and immediately started to knock the rest of it off.

  Abby gasped as very warm, very male hands grabbed her at the elbows and jerked her hands away from their task.

  “Don’t do that,” he growled inches from her face.

  Her heart lept in her chest at the speed with which he covered the distance between them. His grip tightened as he held her, just as the blonde’s had, but for some reason she didn’t feel threatened by this male. “I’m just getting the dirt off my skirt,” Abby explained, her tone calm.

  His grip slid up to her wrists bringing his body closer to hers, until he was nearly pressed against her and his body heat warmed her freezing skin. “It’s throwing more of your scent into the air,” he told her. This time his voice was little more than a rumble in his chest, the gold in his eyes almost orange with his need.

  “If you squeeze any harder you’re going to hurt me,” she said calmly. He frowned down at her and she twisted her wrists to bring his attention to his hold.

  She didn’t want her tiger to lash out at him…Abby nearly laughed as the thought entered her mind. Her tiger hadn’t lashed out at the blonde asshole, why would she lash out at a male that helped her? It seemed as if her tiger had given up on mating her mate this first time around.

  He frowned deeper, but let go and took two steps back. That’s when her tiger finally protested.

  No, he is for us. Let him touch us. Let him mate us.

  Damn cat, Abby thought and received a growl for it from inside her head. The cat hadn’t feared mating the blonde until he grabbed her then it had screamed at her to get away but hadn’t offered any help. She didn’t have any reason to think this time would be any diff…Abby frowned. He’d already touched her skin and the tiger hadn’t protested it. She looked over at the male, taking in what she could see of him again.

  He wiped his palms on his jeans, seeming to gather himself for something or to try to think passed the flood of pheromones. It wasn’t an easy task as his tiger was bound to press him to touch her again, increasing the need to mate until he wouldn’t be able to stand against it.

  “Come on. My house is only two blocks away. You can get cleaned up there and it won’t draw as many males to you,” he finally got out. The gold cast to his eyes disappeared as he held out a hand to her. He’d closed his eyes.

  Abby reached for his hand, but hesitated to touch him. Should she do this? If she went home with him, she had little doubt of what would happen between them. She was too tried of fighting her Heat and her tiger didn’t seem to want to fight him either.

  “And what about you, where are you going to be?” She asked, knowing he’d be right on top of her within minutes of getting her to his home. An image of being bent over and taken from behind flashed through her mind and her tiger shivered, actually shivered, with anticipation. Damn cat.

  “I’m going to plant myself on the couch and hope the water drowns your scent long enough for my brain to un-fog,” he offered, his hand dropping back to his side.

  She was
stunned and her tiger gave a whine. “You mean you’re not going to try to mate…” her back met the brick again as he pressed his body against hers, “with me.” The hard line of his body melded with hers. His erection a hard, living thing pulsing for attention against her stomach.

  Abby waited for her tiger to roar, to call foul, but instead she purred and Abby had to stop herself from rubbing against him.

  “I could take you now. Right here in the ally if that’s what you want,” he suggested and rocked his hips into her. “I fought off two males.” Abby’s entire body tingled at the dominant tone in those words. “If you’re unmated, which you’ve already said you are, I have every right to have you…to take you.”

  The tingle warmed settled between her legs, she could feel herself growing wet for him. He bent his head down to her neck and took a deep breath in through his nose, taking more of her scent in to him. A growl vibrated his chest on the exhale caused more wetness to flood her.

  He grabbed her thigh and jerked it up to his hip, settling his hardness perfectly into the cradle of her hips. She gasped as a rush of heat swept through her and her nipples hardened against the thin fabric.

  “Like the idea do you?” He asked just as Abby felt her chest started to vibrate with a continually purr. A soft chuckle left him as he lifted his head. “Are you a bad kitty then? You want me to take you here.” The last was whispered with his lips nearly touching hers. Abby’s breath hiccupped as she looked up to find his eyes back to deep orange-gold.

  Her lips were suddenly dry, cracking. She licked them and that heated gaze followed the movement. A second later, burning, lush lips pressed forcefully to hers and a new wave of pheromones crashed over them. Urging them to continue, to touch, to mate…to breed.

  Abby’s fingers dug into thick hair at the nap of his neck and he moaned as her nails scratching lightly at his skin. The sound seemed to trigger his passion and his hands roamed her thighs until they found her ass. He kneaded her ass as if testing for any boundaries she might try to set with him. But when she didn’t protest, he lifted her up, spreading her legs over his hips as he did and pressing his cock firmly against her core.