Kyle groaned along with her as her orgasm racked her body. His cock kicked as he started to orgasm with her, but a sharp biting pain pieced his back and dragged toward his hips. It stopped him dead, the barbs retracting, even as Abby continued to wither under him. He drew back from her slowly, watching her go through the finally thralls that he’d caused. Her hands fell away as he pulled free and moved off her. As he knelt between her legs, Kyle reached behind him to touch the burning path Abby’s nails dug. Wetness touched his fingers as they slid over the scratches, blood. He smiled and shook his head.
“What’s wrong?” Abby panted.
Kyle shook his head again, the smile still on his face. “Turn over for me,” he told her. She frowned, but slowly moved to comply and something in him snapped at the hesitation. Abby gave a startled sound as he grabbed her hips and turned her onto her stomach. Kyle urged her to her knees and slammed back into her. Abby moaned and he growled as her inner muscles pulsed around him. Kyle lay himself over her, pressing his chest against her back. He thrust into her, finding a pace that was hard and driving even in their position.
Kyle kissed her shoulder, her neck, allowing his tiger to lead him. Abby bucked under him as he opened his mouth over the back of her neck and set his teeth against her skin. Her breathing hitched and a deep growl rolled through him as the pressure built in his sac again and the sensation of the barbs extending returned.
Abby cried out and pulled away, but Kyle tightened his hold on her and bit harder. She whimpered in submission.
The pressure spread up the length of him and over his lower stomach until the pleasure bordered on pain. He had to finish. Kyle forced himself faster, harder, deeper. Abby screamed as he slammed into her and a feline roar tore from him as her body contracted around him. The pressure pulsed out of him as the barbs fully engaged, locking him deep inside her. His cock kicked inside the tight confines, spilling his seed with each violent jerk.
The last pulse of intense pleasure ebbed and the barbs slowly retracted. Easing out of her, Kyle allowed himself to fall onto his side, lying down beside her. When she didn’t move, Kyle wrapped an arm around her and pulled her down to him, spooning her as he tried to catch his breathe. With each breath the scent of sex and orange blossoms flooded him and a smile tugged at his cheeks.
“You all right, love?” he asked kissing her shoulder.
She shifted to look over her shoulder at him. “Yeah, I just didn’t expect the barbs extending to be…” her words faded as she frowned.
“So intense?” he offered. She nodded. Kyle pulled her closer. “I didn’t know it’d bee like that either.”
“Hmmm…” Abby mumbled, sleep heavy in her voice.
“Hey now,” he teased, running a hand over her side, “you can’t go to sleep on me now, Abby.”
She turned in his arms to face him. “Do you really think my Heat will kick up again tonight?” she asked.
Kyle rose up on one elbow and bowed his head to sniff her neck. The scent of their lovemaking was heaviest, then his scent mingling with hers, under that was the remnants of blood and her pheromones. But it was only a matter of time. The pheromones weren’t just in the room they were still under her skin…waiting.
“We’ve got a small reprieve, but it’s only a matter of minutes before your Heat will demand you mate again,” he explained and kissed her neck. He rubbed his cheek along hers, leaving more of his scent over her.
Abby giggled as he did, most likely guessing what he was doing.
“Now, about this skirt you’re still wearing…”
Abby gasped as the wet sound of cloth tearing filled the room.
Chapter 23
Jason reclined in his chair at the two-seater table, his back to the wall so he could watch Taylor move around the kitchen. The smell of cooking bacon, eggs and biscuits filled the room and, he’d bet, most of the house. It wouldn’t be long before they could eat. Jason’s stomach growled, an uncomfortable gnawing through-out his gut. In an effort to distract himself from how hungry he was after not eating for forty-eight hours, Jason tried to focus on something else in the room. Immediately his sight landed on the hem of the extra long shirt Tay wore. There wasn’t anything on under it, he knew because he’d watched her climb out of his bed that morning and pick it up from the floor where he’d flung it hours before.
“Jason…” Tay chastised.
His eyes flew up to meet hers, he hadn’t even noticed she was looking over her shoulder at him. A grin crept over his lips as she frowned at him. He couldn’t help staring at his mate.
“You didn’t hear anything I said, did you?” she huffed, a hand going to her hip.
Jason’s grin bloomed in to a full smile and shook his head in answer. “Too distracted,” he offered as an excuse and reached down, adjusting his sleep pants to get a little breathing room in the suddenly too tight garment.
Tay chuckled and turned back to the stove. “I said I was hoping the cooking meat would get those two out of bed long enough to eat something. Abby’s Heat should be winding down after two days.”
“I don’t think we’ll see them this soon,” Jason told her as he looked down the hall toward Kyle’s room.
“Two days is the average time for a Heat.”
“True, but even now, with the door staying closed, I can still smell the pheromones in the air. They’re milder from filtering around the door, but I’d bet in the room it’s overwhelming still.”
As if on cue, a female tiger scream came from the room, followed closely by a very male roar. Jason blinked at the sounds. He’d assumed the two were passed out at that moment. The last forty-eight hours in the house were a marathon of moans, groans, screams and roars, Kyle and Abby were a…vocal pair, but it always started mild then crescendoed into the tiger vocals at the end. Or at least from everything he’d been able to hear…when he and Tay weren’t doing the same thing.
Abby’s pheromones had clung to Tay’s skin for hours after being in the room with her and her clothes had held it for longer. All Jason had to do was bring Tay’s shirt to his nose and his body was ready to go another round. He sighed. The beauty of Heat pheromones. If it affected him so readily Jason could just image what spending two days bathing in it was doing to Kyle. Talk about hurting from perpetual hardness, he laughed to himself. After so many times he’d had to take a break, rest for an hour or two, but, then, it wasn’t his mate’s pheromones he was scenting. Kyle wouldn’t be given the option to rest for that long. The pheromones would drive him to mate with her constantly.
“If it continues too much longer they’re going to starve. Using that much energy and not eating anything,” Tay pointed out, “I’d be surprised if they were getting enough water to make up for— “
“Uh stop, that is the last thing I want to think about,” Jason gave a mock gag.
Tay laughed and turned with two plates in her hands. She set them on the table and sat down. Jason turned to the food and started eating.
“How do you think he managed to keep all of us from noticing his first shift? Your parents must’ve been watching him like a hawk ever since his fifteenth birthday,” Tay asked after half her plate was empty.
Jason set his fork down and picked up the glass of milk. “That’s one of the many questions I have for him,” he paused as he heard the shower in Kyle’s bathroom turn on. “Like I said the other night he had to have done it early on or after he got here. Since I think you would’ve noticed something like that starting, I’m voting for when he was younger.”
“Younger?” Tay’s hand went to her stomach and their unborn child. “But wouldn’t your parents have been watching for that? If they knew there was a family history of it?”
Like late shifts, early shifts were rare, and even those that shifted early were around fifteen. But Jason was thinking that it was earlier than that, maybe not long before Kyle entered his goth phase. “I don’t think my family has a history of it. My mother and father both said they were fifteen, our sisters bo
th shifted on their fifteenth, and I shifted on the exact hour of my birth at fifteen. So I don’t think they even knew to look for it.”
So, why would you think he did?” Tay questioned.
“Can’t think of any other reason his first shift could’ve been missed,” Jason scratched at the stubble on his cheek. Sighed and opened his mouth to continue.
“Wait, did you say ‘my mother and father’ in stead of ‘our’ when you were talking about yours and Kyle’s parents?” Tay leaned over the table, curiosity filling in her eyes.
“Yeah,” Jason braced himself to tell the story. He’d hoped to talk to Kyle about it first but that wasn’t going to happen any time soon and it was bothering him not to know the gaps in it. “When Paul called me about Kyle the other night he… swore that he scented something on him that I knew wasn’t possible, but…Paul’s been around a while, he knows things. So I called my aunt.” Jason shook his head. “Still hard to believe it’s true or how I missed it.”
Tay continued to stare at him wide-eyed.
“The scent Paul picked up was Siberian and South China mix not Siberian and Bengal like me. Kyle’s father is or was a South China tiger shifter.”
“Wow,” Tay sat back in her chair. “The South China tiger is a rare breed, even among us shifters.” A light clicked on in her eyes and she gasped. “They’re also notorious for early shifts. There’s a rumor that some of them are even born able to shift.”
Jason laughed. “Well I think something like that would’ve been noticed.” He sobered. “It wasn’t until Kyle shifted during our fight that I believed Paul.” He reached up and touched his still bruised lip.
Tay was frowning at him when he looked up again. “Why would that convince you that he had a different father? I figured that fighting with him would’ve been the give away to him being a shifter but since it was mixed with Siberian it would be really hard to tell the Bengal from the South China, even for me and I study them.”
Jason nodded. He didn’t know the differences to be able to tell a Bengal from other breeds of tiger other than Siberian. Siberians were just too large to be mistaken for anything else, but none of that had mattered because it was Kyle’s coat that had confirmed it.
“Kyle’s tiger form is almost whole Siberian. He’s got to be close to twice your tiger’s weight and at least five feet longer,” Jason informed her.
“That…that’s a big cat. He’d have to be…around twenty feet from nose to tail for that,” Tay offered, her inner biologist doing the math.
Jason sighed. His own tiger form was very Bengal in appearance and from nose to tail barely touched twelve feet. “But it wasn’t his size that stunned me so much as his coat,” he paused. With his hair being black I thought he’d have more stripes than normal. That his stripes would dominate his tiger. I’ve never seen it with a shifter, but there are pictures of Bengals with nearly black coats from their strips being so broad. But they weren’t. His stripes aren’t even black…not really.”
“Then…”
“Tay… Kyle’s coat…is blue.” Jason watched her frown as she tried to process the information. Siberian tigers didn’t all have white or blonde hair because not all Siberians were white tigers. Most all tiger shifters were considered redheads simply because the color of the tiger’s coat was the color of their hair in human form. Bengals were always red or orange in hair color. South China tigers had orange or strawberry blonde, but on extremely rare occasions…
“The blue undertones in his hair…” Tay’s voice was low. “Kyle a maltese tiger?” She blinked several times and looked up at him again. “I…I thought they were just a rumor or legend, even for us. I mean there were reports of blue tigers in the known areas for South China tigers in the 1920’s but it was never proven or anything.” Tay frowned harder. “You’re sure that’s what you saw?”
Jason scoffed. “A tiger that big is hard to miss or mistake. Bluish-grey background charcoal gray stripes thicker and wider spaced than mine are, full white underbelly, chest and paws.” Jason leaned over the table. “I was too shocked at the sight not to memorize it.”
Tay shook her head. “Then he’d have to have at least one parent that was different from you.”
Jason nodded, “I’m just wondering why Kyle and my parents never said anything to me. I’ve been trying to remember, when I have had a minute, if he ever went off by himself when we were little, to see or visit his father or if there was ever any indication that he had a relative that I didn’t but I can’t remember anything like that.”
“That’s because nothing like that ever happened.”
Jason jumped and turned. The chair wobbled, threatening to go over before settling on all four legs again.
“I can’t say why mom and Lance never told you, but since they never actually told me I don’t see why they would’ve told you. Which is why I never said anything even when I was positive it was true,” Kyle explained as he leaned on the wall separating the kitchen from the hall.
Jason had a moment were the sight of his brother didn’t kick in. Kyle’s hair was damp from the shower, that Jason could still hear running. Droplets fell from the ends now and again on to his bare shoulders, he hadn’t bothered to towel dry his hair. Jason frowned and glanced down, regretting it immediately.
“For the love…Kyle, man, really? In front of Tay?” Jason hissed as he jerked back around and covered his eyes.
“What?” Kyle asked innocently.
“Clothes, wear some clothes.”
Kyle scoffed. “No point at the moment.” Footsteps sounded as he walked over to the counter. “I’ll just have to take them off again in a few minutes.”
“The point is that I don’t what to see that,” Jason said, turning so he could point to the offending appendage.
Kyle glanced down at himself and sighed. His body wasn’t standing at attention, but it was obvious that he wasn’t soft either. He leaned against the counter and grabbed two strips of bacon, folded them over each other and shoved them in his mouth. “I can’t help what it does. My room is filled to over flowing with her pheromones and the scent of sex.” Kyle reached down and pushed at himself as he seemed to like the idea of the scents and the appendage rose to the occasion. “Damn it,” he huffed. Kyle turned to stare at Jason. “Abby’s still heavy in her Heat.” He motioned down to himself. “I can’t help but react.”
With the hand he hadn’t touched himself with he grabbed more bacon and ate. Kyle turned and started grabbing for plates, but hissed. From across the room Jason heard Kyle’s stomach growl or at least he thought it was his stomach.
Tay smiled and rose from the chair. “Here,” she reached up and grabbed a tray from the top of the fridge and two paper plates from the cabinet.
“I was hoping to get something for us to eat, while we’re in a down moment. If we wait for her Heat to end I think we’d die first,” Kyle explained.
Jason bristled at Kyle’s closeness to Tay, but he never tried to touch her and even had the grace to hide his hardness against the counter with her beside him. Tay picked up pieces of bacon and slices of cheese that she’d left out after cooking then grabbed crackers from another cabinet, making plates for them to take to the room.
It wasn’t until Tay turned to him and stared blatantly at his chest that Jason started to worry again. “How…when did this happen?” Tay asked touching a point Jason couldn’t see on Kyle’s chest.
“This?” Kyle asked looking down at his chest. Tay nodded. “July of last year. I was out shooting fireworks with Paul’s boys and this Roman candle backfired or misfired or something. Hit me with two shots in the chest,” he explained as he rubbed the spot. “You know Abby asked about it too. What’s the deal?”
Jason stood and moved so that he could see what they were talking about. He remembered Kyle going with Paul’s kids over to the lake and shooting off fireworks but he didn’t remember anything about Kyle getting hurt that night, but there was a scar there just over his heart.
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nbsp; “Abby thought you might be her Soul-bonded, and well once she was here it kinda fit. You’re very like her description of the male in her mating dream. But when she mentioned the scar I told her you didn’t have one because last time I saw you without a shirt you didn’t. So I told her I didn’t think it was you, just someone who looked like you.”
Kyle smiled and picked up the tray. “You two got all that out in the short while Jason and I were fighting?”
“No, she finally broke down and told me about the mating dreams the afternoon that I told you about me being pregnant. She said she’d been having them for— “
“Six nearly seven years?” Kyle interrupted.
“Yeah, I’m going to assume that you’ve been having them that long as well,” Tay said.
“Seven years!” Jason broke in. They both turned to him. “You’ve been having the mating dream for seven years and never went looking for your mate?” Jason couldn’t understand doing something like that. The moment he’d realized he’d had the dream he’d watched every female that walked by him, looking for her.
Kyle chuckled. “Well if I had known that’s what it was I might have tried looking, but I thought it was just some stupid reoccurring dream. I’ve had some kind of reoccurring dream or another since I was twelve.” He turned to Tay and leaned down. “Thanks for the help with the food.” Kyle kissed her forehead and turned.
“Twelve?”
Kyle stopped and looked over his shoulder at Jason. “Yeah, specifically midnight on my twelfth birthday.”
Jason frowned nearly hurt his face.
Kyle shook his head. “Couldn’t sleep that night until I walked out side; I shifted the moment my feet touched the snow. Ended up making it out to the pond and falling dead asleep, but I’ve had reoccurring dreams ever since.”
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