by Terry Spear
Trevor sauntered into the living room and gave her a disgruntled look. “They’ve been put up at Hastings Bed and Breakfast. They didn’t like that they couldn’t see you right away, Darien, especially since she’s one of their pack. He’s a pack leader so should be treated accordingly.”
Darien’s jaw tightened. “Any pack leader who allows his males to abuse the females has my condemnation, not respect.”
“The sheriff is keeping them occupied. He’s got another four guys down there, watching to make sure no one gets out of hand. Bruin’s brother, Crassus, a sub-chief, demands the release of his mate from our custody.”
“Did you tell him she had a proper burial?”
Trevor skirted Darien’s comment. “He said Lelandi is his mate.”
“Guy’s a bold-faced liar,” Tom said.
“Bruin said that it’s a pack law, if a mate’s life was ended and a sibling was available, if the male wished her to replace the dead mate it was up to him, the pack leader, and her father.”
An ancient law. Great.
“Convenient since the pack leader’s his brother.” Darien said, his face tight, his eyes narrowed.
Trevor lifted a shoulder. “And her father is dead. He said he did the mating ritual with her in absentia. It’s an ancient ritual. But it’s valid.”
She’d never heard anyone actually use it in contemporary times, but Darien wouldn’t go along with it, so it was a moot case.
“Not as far as we’re concerned.” Darien gave Lelandi’s hand a squeeze.
“Is this a fight we want to get involved in?” Trevor asked.
“Have to. You say the sibling has to be available?”
Trevor’s lower lip dropped. “You’re not thinking of—”
“One way to claim a mate permanently.”
“She has to be agreeable.” Trevor glanced at Lelandi.
“I’ll have to convince her, then, won’t I?” Darien moved Lelandi toward the stairs. “I’ll start your shower.”
Trevor’s eyes couldn’t have widened any further.
“Guess you didn’t get the word. They’re already mated.” Tom gave Trevor a slap on the back. “So, where were you while the rest of us were rescuing the lady?’
“Hell, I was with the sheriff, trying to sort this red pack business out. It would have been helpful to know that Darien took her as his mate.”
“He’ll have to tell the pack leader the news,” Tom said. “He hasn’t had time to tell the rest of our pack yet. But I’m sure after the cave incident, the word will quickly spread.”
“What happened at the cave?”
Jake laughed. “You should have been with us. Much more interesting I’m sure than what you were up to.”
Darien smiled and kissed Lelandi as he walked her up the stairs. “Guess I’ve been a little remiss in letting the pack know you’re one of us.”
“You don’t have any regrets, do you? I mean, you’re not afraid I can’t deal with the fallout, are you?”
He pulled her into his bedroom and shut the door. “Like what? That you won’t be loved by my people? You will be.”
“Not by everyone.”
“The women who wanted me as a mate?” He laughed and pulled off her sweater and dropped ii on a chair.
“I’m sorry about Ritka. I never said so before because I was so upset about Doc. But I really am sorry. She didn’t deserve to die either.”
I know, Lelandi.” He took a deep breath and slipped her boots off. “This will cause us trouble.”
“Bruin will want to fight you, don’t you think?”
Darien gave her a brilliant smile. “No. Well, maybe. But the outcome won’t be what he’d expect. No. I was thinking about the staffing at the hospital. With Ritka gone, Carol Wood will insist that she’s hired on at the hospital. I’ve got a real problem with that.”
“I don’t have any nurse’s training, but I’ll do whatever I can to help.”
He placed his hands on her face and tilted her head back. “I’ll send human patients to other hospitals in nearby towns until we get it sorted out. Don’t worry about it.”
She frowned at him. “What happened to Ural? Why was he in the hospital?”
Darien sighed deeply. “I didn’t authorize it, but Uncle Sheridan knocked him out when Ural made a crude comment about one of our female grays.”
“What did he say?”
“She was the shooter.”
“And the sheriff nearly killed him for it?”
Darien lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. “I didn’t authorize it. Uncle Sheridan took it upon himself to knock Ural out.”
“Before Ural revealed who the shooter was?”
Darien stared at her for a minute, then shook his head. “I know what you’re implying, but Ural just pushed Uncle Sheridan’s buttons.”
But had Ural pushed Sheridan’s buttons or did he have something to hide?
“So is Ural all right?”
“He’s fine, back in jail with a swollen cheek, but Silva told us herself she was the shooter.”
Lelandi couldn’t believe it.
“Long story. I’ll tell you later about it.” He pressed her lips with a warm, hot kiss and her whole body liquefied.
“Hmmm.” She sighed deeply. He was trying to get her mind off the problems the pack faced, but she couldn’t quit worrying about it. “What about Nurse Grey?”
“She can handle a lot of the cases—mostly lupus garou. But she’ll be shorthanded for anything major. Although we have Matthew now, too.” He unfastened her belt.
“Doctor Weber!”
Darien lifted his head from kissing her throat and gave her a questioning glance.
“He’s a lupus garou from my father’s original pack. We have to bring him here.”
“He’s a red.
She gave Darien an annoyed look. “I’m a red.”
“That’s different.” He kissed her lips, forcing her to kiss him back. She couldn’t resist and probed his mouth with her tongue. “What I mean is he might not want to join a gray pack.”
“He will. I know he will.”
“I’ll send the correspondence offering him a job.” He sighed heavily. “I don’t want you digging into this mess concerning your sister on your own anymore.” She tried to pull away, but he held her firm. “I mean it.”
She glowered at him. “What am I supposed to do?” He raised his brows and gave her a wickedly provocative look.
“Oh, no. I’m just supposed to be your sexual playmate?”
“Works for me,” he teased. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and touched his nose to the strands. “You smell like the great outdoors, wild and sexy.”
“Hmm.” She licked his lips. “You taste feral and sinful.” With a fever that couldn’t be quenched, she wanted him. She grasped his hand and tugged him toward the bathroom. “You were going to help me with my shower. Right?”
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back tight against his chest. Leaning over her, he rested his mouth next to her ear, and slid his fingers into her Jeans, then touched her between the legs. “Hmm, nice and wet.”
“It’s all your fault.” She wriggled against his fingers. Oh man, she’d never make it to the shower at this rate.
His cock had grown rock hard and was prodding her backside. “If I don’t get you into the shower now…” He slipped the lace of the low-cut bra down, exposing her breasts. Turning her around, he leaned down, licked a nipple, and blew on it, sending shivers streaking across her skin. Instantly, the cool air made the nipple pucker. He smiled and licked the other with his tongue in a circle, then blew on It. too.
He tackled her jeans, his breathing heavy, his heartbeat accelerated.
Lelandi unbuttoned Darien’s shirt and slid it down to his elbows, then held him hostage, his chest and shoulders bare. Strong and virile, he was a lupus garou in his prime, and all hers. Leaning down, she licked his nipple and gave him the same wisp of breath to tease him. His nipple pebbled, a
nd he groaned low with need.
“Hmm, like that, do we?”
He nipped her chin with a playful bite. Lelandi laughed and licked his other nipple. He shivered and the craving for satisfaction swept her up in the feel of him, his satiny skin, tangy velvet against her tongue, He held Lelandi’s arms tightly and nuzzled her neck with his mouth, and took another deep breath, no doubt smelling her musky scent of arousal. She tilted her head back, her crotch tingling because he touched her throat so exquisitely.
Whispering In his ear, “I love you,” she licked inside, then nibbled the lobe.
Growling, he swept her off her feet and carried her into the bathroom. He set her down, reached into the shower, and turned on the water. “I want you. Lelandi. Now.”
The feeling was mutual, and they shed the rest of their clothes. She reached for the peach body wash so she could run her fingers over every inch of him with the light sweet scent.
As soon as the water was hot, he lifted her into the tub and sprayed the silky water all over her body, then aimed the pulsating nozzle between her legs. She squealed and laughed.
He soaped her breasts and she flicked her nails over the soft soap coating his nipples. They quickly moved their hands lower, his sweeping erotically between her thighs, while she enjoyed scrubbing his erection and watched fascinated when it jumped in her hands.
He chuckled darkly and hurried to rinse them off. “You will be the death of me.”
“Seems appropriate since you wring out my emotions, too,” she said, kissing his throat.
But he didn’t comment, except to give her a smoldering smile, then lifted her against the tile shower wall, wrapped her legs around him, and thrust deeply into her slippery sheath.
“Adonis.” she moaned against his shower-kissed skin. He was so hot.
He smiled. “My redheaded goddess.”
The pleasurable assault of his kisses on her lips, her cheeks. her throat, drove her toward the peak of pleasure while he burled himself inside her. Plunging deep and slow and hard, the tension in his face eased, he let out a tired groan, and a wash of heat filled her. His hot kisses teased her mouth to open for him, his tongue tangled with hers, and her body exploded into a million earth shattering pieces of pleasure. She collapsed in his arms and wanted to cuddle with him in bed for all eternity. After drying and slipping into bed, they slept.
But their sleep was cut short when Jake hollered from downstairs. “Darien. Uncle Sheridan’s here and so is Chester McKinley.”
Chapter 21
NOT PLANNING ON REING LEFT OUT OF ANY MORE BUSINESS concerning her sister, Lelandi nearly leapt out of Darien’s arms and headed for her discarded clothes in the bedroom. “I’m sitting in on this, Darien.” But she wondered what had changed his mind about talking to Chester.
“I guess I have no say in the matter.” He yanked on his Jeans, his expression lightly teasing.
“Nope. I’m not a beta wolf.” Lelandi quickly buttoned her shirt.
Darien walked over and rested his hands on her shoulders, his lips pressing against hers. “You’re an alpha for sure. For now, I’ll allow it... as an alpha male.” He rebuttoned her shirt.
“Better put on a sweater or I’ll have to kick Chester McKinley’s butt out of here, because no doubt he’d take a longer look at you than I’d care for.”
She jerked on a pullover sweater and slipped into a pair of jeans. “Despite whatever anyone told you, he was a perfect gentleman.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Darien zipped her Jeans for her. He lifted her chin and gazed into her green eyes sparkling with fire. “I have no intention of keeping you out of the picture if you’re going to look into this by yourself and put your life in more danger. I understand as an alpha you can’t wait for others to do everything for you.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “Together, we’ll solve this.
She threw her arms around him and squeezed tight, her head pressed against his chest. “I love you, you big gray.
Cheered to see her feeling better, he tousled her hair, then led her downstairs to the living room.
Upon seeing Lelandi, Uncle Sheridan raised his brows in question.
“I’m staying for the meeting,” Lelandi said.
“When women start ruling things, that’ll be the end of life as we know it,” Uncle Sheridan said.
“We’ll improve it, I’m sure,” Lelandi said.
Uncle Sheridan gave her a disparaging look.
Darien couched a smile and sat down with her on a sofa, then motioned for Chester McKinley to get on with the news.
“I know you don’t want an outsider sticking his nose in your business, Darien, but I do this kind of work all the time and what I discover goes no farther than this room. If you want to reveal to your pack what we find, that’s up to you. Nobody will hear it from me.”
“Fair enough. So what’s your plan?”
“Make a list of everyone who would benefit from Larissa’s death and all who had grudges against her.”
Darien rubbed Lelandi’s hand. Although she seemed determined to be part of this, she shivered, and he thought she wasn’t holding up well. But he couldn’t blame her. “We’ve done this.”
Uncle Sheridan handed the paper to Chester.
He perused the checklist and nodded. “Normally a blackmailer continues to milk the victim for all it’s worth. So there wouldn’t be any reason to kill the victim and get rid of an easy source of income.”
“Unless the blackmailer feared getting caught. What If Larissa had recognized who the blackmailer was?” Lelandi asked.
“Bingo. Of course, it could be there was a killer and a blackmailer and neither had anything to do with the other, but I’m betting they’re one and the same.”
“Why?” Darien asked.
“Thirty years in the business.”
“I’d like more solid evidence than that,” Jake said.
“All right. So we have a shooter who kills the gunman so he can’t talk. And—”
“Silva, the waitress at Silver Town Tavern, says she shot him, although she was only protecting Sam, our bartender, and didn’t mean to kill the gunman,” Darien said.
Glancing down at the checklist, Chester rubbed his beard. “Is she on the suspect list?”
Lelandi frowned. “Of course not. She was friends with my sister and has been my friend ever since I first arrived.”
“Right. And oftentimes a perpetrator is the one you least suspect.”
“She’s not a suspect.”
“The thing is, Lelandi, even you are a suspect,” Chester said.
Lelandi’s mouth dropped open, then she snapped it shut. Darien shook his head. “Watch what you say, Chester McKinley.”
After a minute of silence, Lelandi said, “Of course, Chester. I see what you mean. I came here to chase after Darien, but I had to get rid of my sister first.”
“Exactly. My point being that even Darien’s brothers are suspect. Darien himself also, if you want to go that far. What about Sheriff Sheridan? He hasn’t taken a vacation in ten years and then he suddenly ups and goes on one?”
“Wait a blamed minute.” Uncle Sheridan said. “I earned that damned vacation.”
“Not to mention Uncle Sheridan wanted to get out of town before the second annual fair arrived,” Jake said.
Chester raised his hands in conciliation. “I’m saying we can’t look at only the ones we suspect, but those who appear to be above suspicion. Keep an open mind. I have to in this business. But it’s easier for me since I’m not connected to anyone in town.”
“I’m not investigating Lelandi, my brothers, or Uncle Sheridan and if this is the kind of bull—”
Chester raised his brows. “You want solid proof.” He dug around in his jeans pocket and pulled out a bullet and bullet casing. “I found the bullet casing up on the ridge.”
“The shooter’s,” Tom said.
“I found the bullet several feet short of where the dead gunman’s body had lain. Now, what
if Silva’s bullet fell short, but someone else fired at the same time? Did anyone hear separate shots fired?”
“Yes. The gunman shot Sam in the arm first,” Darien said.
“But at least two more shots were fired. One that hit the gunman, fatally wounding him, and the other that missed its mark.”
Uncle Sheridan put the bullet and casing into a plastic evidence bag. “I’Il get these checked right away.”
“You might want to ask Silva if she heard another shot fired or anyone moving around near her. Smelled anyone, sensed she wasn’t alone.”
“I’ve already asked her and she said no,” Darien said. “What about Lelandi’s parents?”
Lelandi’s eyes widened.
“Sorry, I meant to mention that first. Her cousin Ural and I had a nice, long chat. He learned your parents were being targeted for termination so that your father couldn’t object to your mating Crassus. Ural moved them to Oregon, somewhere safe, then staged the car accident. When he came back for you, he discovered your pack leader had already posted a guard. So Ural waited until you escaped. He followed you here, discovered your sister had died, and wanted to take you with him to see your parents.”
“Jeez, why didn’t he say so? Do you have any proof they’re alive?” Lelandi asked, her face growing red.
Chester handed her a letter. “Your mother’s handwriting, correct?”
Lelandi’s eyes misted as she read the note. “It Is.” She choked up. “My mother says my father wants me to join them, and that they’re with my brother and uncle.”
“You’ll stay with me.” Darien tightened his hold on her hand. “They can live with our pack.”
She shook her head. “Knowing my father, he wouldn’t want to live with a gray pack, no offense.”
“As long as you don’t mind,” He watched her, waiting for her response.
“I want to see them. Do they know about Larissa? They must if Ural has talked to them.” She sank into the cushions, looking drained and Darien wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
Sam hollered into the house from the front door. “Sorry for the interruption folks, but there’s a Miss Carol Wood here to see Lelandi. Is she free to speak with her?”