by T. S. Ryder
With Joseph sitting beside her, she closed the hack into her work computer and turned to the internet. She ran a few searches about the various members of the anti-shifter organizations. Eventually, they stumbled into a chat room that held gold. The cop that killed Buck had been there, plainly stating that he was part of the precinct investigating the attempted assassination of Senator Fischer. He disclosed enough personal information for Joseph to identify him.
"If he wasn't already dead, I'd kill him," he muttered, eyes dark. "But there's nothing else to do about him, is there? At least not now."
Ana put her hand on his arm, trying to comfort him.
The detective took over the computer then. Ana read over his shoulder for a moment, but the sheer level of hatred and violence in the chatroom had her shivering and she retreated to the bed. Eventually, Joseph yawned and turned off the computer.
He dropped his pants so he had only boxers on, and Ana’s mouth watered at the sight of his perfect abs and, when he turned to the window, his glutes. Her body urged her to drop her own pants. He retreated to the bed and laid down beside her, holding himself as stiffly as she was holding herself.
"I have a starting point at least."
Feeling his weight on the mattress had Ana's hands itching to reach over to him. There was a tightness between her legs and she clenched her thighs together to try to make it go away. Of course, that only made it worse… She rolled over, her back towards him.
"Good," she whispered in a strangled voice. "Where do we go from here?"
"I have some contacts I'll speak with tomorrow."
Joseph reach across her–why did his sweat have to smell so good?–and turned off the light. Ana tensed. She felt the detective pull back a little further from her. It was ridiculous, after nearly dying, that the dark would still frighten her.
"I can sleep on the floor," Joseph said as she shivered.
"It's not that," she was quick to say, not wanting to lose his warmth beside her. Somehow feeling him near made her feel safer. "I'm just… I sleep better when there is a light on. But it's fine. I'll be fine."
There was a brief moment of silence, then one of Joseph's huge hands began stroking her hair. His touch sent a tingling down her spine… with a sigh she moved closer, fitting herself right against his body. Safe in his arms, her eyes drifted closed.
Chapter Six
Leaving Ana's warmth and scent behind in the bed the next morning was pure torture, but Joseph knew he had to leave before she woke up. Not only did he need to get away from her parents' house quickly, before she could argue to come with him–or worse, actually convince him to take her along–but he didn't want her to wake up with his erection stabbing into her back. That would be too awkward to explain away.
It had been a restless night for him, her body so near, his desire building with every second as her scent became more and more powerful in the darkness. It had taken all his strength to keep his Bear from taking over and tearing off Ana's clothes. Several times he startled from erotic dreams, fearing he had done just that, but she was sleeping peacefully in his arms every time.
She needed her sleep. It was the only thing that kept him from waking her and trying his luck with a kiss… He thought she would be receptive, but…
But it didn't bear thinking about. It was against police rules to sleep together plus it was overall bad taste. After everything she had been through, it would be wrong of him to take advantage of her.
The night was over, anyway, and he needed to seek out a shifter support group that might have information on the anti-shifter group that mostly likely took Seth. He still thought the senator was dead, but he had to expose this group if he was going to expose the dirty cops in the precinct. If Buck was here—
He's not.
Joseph jumped when he opened the front door to find Ana standing right in front of him.
"Did you really think you could sneak out without me knowing?"
He stared at her. "How did you—"
"I climbed out the window. Sophie used to try to sneak out all the time. I got quite adept at making it to her getaways before she did. I had to stop her from breaking Mama's heart by going to wild parties." Ana lifted her chin, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "And if you think you are going to leave without me, you have another thing coming. Either I come with you or I go to your precinct and tell them everything I know."
Was she threatening to expose him?
I like her, his Bear chuckled. She'll make a good mate.
Yes, she will.
Joseph jumped. Where had that thought come from? Not our mate.
"Well? Which is it?" Ana put her hands on her hips.
The detective hesitated a moment but nodded. "You can come with me. I'm not going anywhere dangerous right away."
"Good," Ana smiled. "Now we have to say goodbye to my parents before we leave, or they'll never let me forget it."
***
Apparently 'saying goodbye' meant 'staying for breakfast', but Joseph had to admit he had never had a more delicious meal in his life. He had been too nervous the previous night to eat, afraid that they would be tracked, but with the hearty pancakes and sausages that Ana's mother made for them before they left, he felt much better prepared to face the day.
He found Tracey, the wolf shifter in charge of a shifter support group he attended, at the café she ran. It was a well-known place where shifters went for a safe haven against the prejudices in the city. The entrance also went to several other boutiques, so people on the street couldn’t see who was going into the café. It made shifters feel safer inside the quaint, cozy place.
Today it was completely empty and Tracey actually jumped when they entered. Seeing the normally calm Wolf so jumpy made him frown. He led Ana over to her and took a seat at the counter.
"Ana, Tracey, Tracey, Ana," he introduced. "What's going on here? The café is usually full to the brim."
"I was hoping to see you," Tracey said. "I phoned you at the station, but they said that you weren't available."
Joseph nodded. So there wasn't an arrest warrant out for him. Good. It meant that either the captain was hoping to handle this quietly or he was giving Joseph time to do what he needed to do. "What happened?"
"I came in today and found this on my door." Tracey unfolded a piece of paper and passed it to him. "It's about that kidnapped senator, Seth Fischer. They say that if I don't publicly announce a need for a shifter registry, they'll kill him and burn down the café."
Tracey was one of the best-known shifters in the city. For her to say they needed a registry would be a severe blow to shifter rights. Joseph scanned the note. Nothing jumped out at him. No hint or clue he could use. Once he was done reading the note, Ana took it.
"They'll kill him no matter what you do," he told the Wolf.
She gave him a dirty look. "I know that. But I have a mate and two little ones. What if they go after them next?"
"Why wouldn't they have done it already?" Ana looked up at them, her brow furrowed. "Why threaten the senator and your café, rather than the people closest to you?"
It was a good question. Joseph resisted to urge to smile at Ana for thinking like a detective. Instead, he grunted and inched a little further away from her. "Our best bet is to find the people who took Fischer. I'm going to show you some pictures, Tracey. I want you to tell me if you recognize any of them.
She didn't, nor could she tell them anything new about the anti-shifter group that the dirty cop had been a part of. Joseph left the café feeling worse than when he arrived. He continued to go around the city, asking all of his contacts if they knew anything. Other than the rumor that Seth was alive, he learned nothing.
That evening, he checked himself and Ana into a hotel. It was too risky to go back to her parents' place. He paced around the room, feeling his frustration build with every passing second. He didn't know where to go from here and had never felt so utterly useless before. He teased his hair to its ends, desperately trying
to come up with another lead for the investigation.
Eventually, he knew that he had to stop himself from worrying about this or he'd never be able to think. Ana was at the window, peering out through the blinds, and he went to her, gently tugging her away. Just being near her helped him calm down.
"So how did you end up working for Seth, anyway?" he asked. "What got you interested in shifter rights?"
Ana looked a little startled at the question. "Umm… well, as far as Seth goes, we've known each other since we were kids. He's basically my older brother. I knew I wanted to get a job in politics and when he offered me the position as his PA, I took it."
"Simple as that, huh?"
"Pretty much. My family isn't really political. My father is a kindergarten teacher and my mother an insurance broker. But I was always taught to be thankful for what we have, stand up for what we deserve, and give freely to those who are worse off than us. It was never a pity thing. And like I said, Seth is basically my brother. When I started to see how poorly shifters are treated… it makes me angry."
That surprised Joseph. He was used to non-shifters expressing sympathy for their cause, but never anger. Even other shifters were usually too afraid of harming their tentative position in society to be angry about the way they were treated.
"Why?" he asked before he could stop himself.
"Why not?"
"You're not a shifter. Discrimination against people like me wouldn't hurt you if you hadn't gotten involved."
"Discrimination hurts everybody, whether they're willing to admit it or not. What if God gave us the cure to cancer, but the teenager He gave it to committed suicide because they felt they could never be accepted?"
"You make a good point. I wish more people could see it that way." Joseph found himself stroking her hair again and moved his hand away. Physical boundaries were necessary. "I'm glad that we have you on our side, Ana."
She ducked her head. "So… Seth told me that shifting isn't always hereditary. Did you always know if you were a shifter?"
"Pretty much. I was able to distinguish my thoughts from my Bear's at a young age. But my parents never tried to suppress that part of me. I know a lot of shifters aren't that lucky. People whose parents heard that they were brutes for so long that they started thinking it of themselves, and then passed on that mentality to their children."
His gaze flickered to her lips. He wanted to taste them so badly he forgot what he was saying.
"And that makes them more susceptible to mental illness." Ana's voice was pitched. She was leaning forward, her gaze on his lips as well. He could see her pulse beating in her throat.
I can't, Joseph thought. I'm meant to protect her, I'm on a case… I haven't even told her she's...
Our mate, his Bear said firmly.
What about Buck?
He'd say go for it.
It was true. All resistance crumbled as their lips brushed together.
Chapter Seven
She knew she shouldn't–not only was the timing and situation all wrong, but everything that Joseph did told her that he was just one of those beefy jerks who thought he was better than anybody else. Well, almost everything… There was a tenderness to him occasionally that she hadn't been expected.
But, she didn't need another guy like that in her life. She didn't need somebody who would use her and leave her with a broken heart, an empty bank account, a pregnancy scare. Whatever it was, he would leave her. Just like all of the others did.
But the moment he kissed her, she forgot all of the reasons why she shouldn't want this. There was fire in his lips, a fire that sparked her blood and sent shivers down her spine. Ana seized his head, digging her fingers in his hair and thrust her hips forward, grinding against him.
Belatedly, she realized that it probably wasn't the best course of action… men like Joseph Baker, in her experience, liked to be the ones doing the seducing—
Holy Crap!
Her eagerness woke something in him and he answered hungrily, gripping her so tightly that he lifted her half an inch off the floor. He spread her thighs to either side of his body, bringing her injured leg up over his hip. Ana gasped into his mouth as he supported her with one hand and slipped the other under her shirt.
Ana's skin tightened. Joseph caressed her breast, tweaking the hardening nipple with one hand. He ground more firmly against her. She did her best to grind back against him, kissing his neck now, nipping at his collarbone.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered.
Joseph pushed her bra up to her chin and tugged her shirt out of the way, letting both feet back on the floor as he began kissing each breast in turn. Ana struggled to think as heat and pleasure coursed through her. She always did like it when men paid attention to the girls, and feeling his mouth on them in real life was so much better than the dream she'd had.
With one hand, he pulled her pants down to her knees. Another moan broke from her as he retook his position against her, brushing his lips against hers while he cupped her. She could already feel how ready she was as he eased a finger inside of her. Her muscles clenched, sucking him in deeper.
"Tell me what you want," he ordered again. "What you've always wanted and never done."
Thoughts and positions flitted through Ana's head. What did she want that she had gotten? All her previous boyfriends only did the same old plain vanilla sex. She was too heavy to do it standing, they said, or her butt was too big to do it from behind. It was only missionary for them, over before she even got started.
Blood rushed to her chest and face, heating those areas thoroughly, as Joseph slipped his finger in and out, his thumb moving lazy circles a little higher. She stared into his eyes; they were dark with lust, yet there was a pained look to them, too, a kind of desperation.
"From behind," she blurted. "Hard. Like animals."
He responded to her by lifting her from her feet. Pressing more open-mouthed kisses to her mouth neck and breasts, he carried her the few steps to the bed and threw her on. Ana bounced, unable to stop a thrilled giggle from erupting from her throat. This was really happening! Her heart was going so fast she thought she might have a heart attack.
Joseph seized her hips and flipped her onto her stomach in one fluid motion. Ana moaned, shaking her head.
"I need to help you first."
A deep, throaty chuckle that sounded nothing like Joseph answered her. "That won't be necessary. When you say hard, how hard do you want it?"
The sound of his zipper had Ana's mouth so dry she couldn't answer. All of the moisture in her body seemed to be concentrated between her thighs and she rose on her hands and knees, backing up to the edge of the bed. She met him and groaned. He was right–he didn't need any help getting ready for her.
"Ana?"
"I don't know. I've never done this before. I'll let you know." Ana twisted, grinding herself against him in desperation. She needed this so bad… if he wasn't inside her soon she might scream!
The first time he entered, it was so slow that she was almost in tears. At the same time, she recognized that it needed to be slow–he was so big that she stung a little, stretching to accommodate him. Ana chewed on her lip, desperately holding in her pleas for more. He pulled out–she moaned in protest–he pushed back in, faster this time. And faster, and faster, until her breasts were bouncing with each thrust. Ana braced herself against the bed, loving the feelings he could evoke in her.
"Is this good?" he grunted from behind her.
Something warm filled her chest. It wasn't the same sort of heat that was building in her stomach, making her feel full and tight, building to a point of snapping. It was something else… she loved that he was concerned about what she liked, what she wanted, not just his own pleasure.
"Yes!" she gasped, loving the feel of his hands, one gripping her thigh, the other tracing small circles on her back. "Joseph!"
His steady rhythm built her higher and higher until her arms were trembling with the exertion from keep
ing herself in place and she was crying out with every thrust, blind with the pleasure. Something snapped inside her and she went spinning over the edge, throwing her head back in a long howl. She collapsed onto the bed. Joseph went after her, his huge hands on either side of her, his body against hers but holding himself up just enough that he wasn't crushing her. He bit her shoulder, hard, then kissed it when she cried out.
Ana almost asked him to bite her again, she liked it so much, but she was panting and couldn't get the words out. They lay there together, half on the bed, bodies still joined. Ana's eyes slid shut. She was perfectly happy at this moment. Perfectly content. Satisfied.
Mated.
***
Ana woke the next morning feeling stiff but still glowing. It had definitely been too long since she last had sex!
Joseph wasn't in the bed. When Ana opened her eyes, she saw that he was writing on a piece of paper. She yawned, loudly, and he turned. There was a hesitant, regretful smile on his lips and Ana felt the euphoria that still held her from their night start to fade. He regretted sleeping with her. Already, she could see that he was going to leave–that was what he was planning right now!
"You were just going to leave me with a note?"
"I got a call from one of my contacts. I might have a lead on where Seth is being held."
Ana bolted out of bed. "I'm coming."
"Ana."
She ignored him, hunting for her clothes. Her heart was in her mouth. Seth. They could find him, save him. She knew he wasn't dead, she knew it! They would be able to find him and bring him back to where it was safe. And they would put the scum that kidnapped him behind bars, and everybody would see what sort of people these anti-shifters nuts really were.
Joseph crossed the room as she retrieved her pants and began stuffing a leg into them. He grasped her wrists, stopping her, and shook his head. "Ana, no. You are not going to come with me."