Cat's Lair (14 page)

He pulled into the automatic car wash. He wanted a thorough wash and that meant going through twice. He had no doubt that Rafe had followed Catarina’s scent to the police department. He was grateful, at least, that the warehouse had been raided. Rafe would know she hadn’t gone voluntarily. If what he suspected were true, Rafe would never kill Catarina. He might hurt her, but he’d never kill her.

“What do you know about shifters?” he asked.

She stared at the floor, but her shoulders shrugged. Her hair covered her face, and her cuffed hands.

“You know Rafe is a leopard. So am I. And I suspect you are as well.”

That got him a head turn. Her blue eyes were so dark they looked violet, but again there was no real life in them. Not even the interest he’d hoped for.

“That’s why he waited to claim you, Cat. A female shifter doesn’t necessarily feel her leopard right away the way a male does. She can’t emerge until both the human and the leopard enter the same cycle together.” He kept his eyes on hers. “A heat. You both have to be fertile at the same time. When she emerges, both of you are going to need sex. It’s hot and wild and not for an innocent.”

She blinked, but again, there was no response in her eyes. She turned her head away again.

“Did he mark you? Did you see his leopard? Did he bite you or rake you with his claws?”

She sat up fast, swinging both fists together at his face, slamming into his jaw, snapping his head back. One hand disengaged her seat belt while the other dropped to the truck door and yanked, trying to open it. He’d been smart enough to engage the locks and that second cost her. He gripped her hair in his fist and yanked her hard back to him, so that she fell sideways, her body sprawling across his, her head facedown in his lap.

She cried out and both hands went to his. He didn’t loosen his grip, but he did quit pulling so hard. “Are you serious right now, Cat?” he spat out.

He was fairly certain from her reaction that no one had ever manhandled her before, not like this, and he could see the shock on her face. Fear edging in. Good. He was finally getting to her. He’d take fear over… nothing. “I’m bigger and stronger. I know your every move.” He was secretly proud of her for getting out of the handcuffs. He saw the broken pen on the floor mat.

She went very still, her blue eyes searching his face. He detested the bruise on her cheek. He really hated the bruises circling her wrists. He loosened his grip on her hair, his fingers sliding deeper, massaging her scalp, trying to ease the pain he’d caused when he’d yanked her across the truck to him.

She didn’t move. She hardly breathed. She just stared at him like he was a total stranger, not the man who had given her that all important first kiss. The one he could still taste in his mouth.

“Kitten,” he said softly.

That got a rise out of her. Her eyes had held just a hint of fear, pushing that blank, dead look – distant. The moment he’d uttered his chosen endearment for her, the name he called her when he was soft inside and wanted to pull her close and hold her forever, the look went from nearly blank to pure fury.

He felt her cat rise and his cat rose to meet hers, clawing and raking at his belly for freedom. He saw the telltale shine in her eyes, felt her body heat. His reacted, going hard, the male cat in him rising to the challenge of a female refusing to submit.

She gasped and pressed both hands to her stomach, dropping her head to breathe deep. He knew what she was doing and why. Catarina Benoit was terrified of her leopard. She was petrified. She didn’t want that gift and she was doing everything in her power to keep it at bay.

Eli smoothed his hand over her hair and helped her to sit up, all the while breathing his leopard back under control.

“Don’t call me that. Not ever again. You aren’t sweet and kind. Don’t use that voice, that lying voice. This is who you are. Violent. Rough. And a killer. You think I can’t see it in your eyes? Leopards are killing machines. That’s what they do. They hunt and they kill and that’s it.”

His leopard was far too close for a conversation like this one. Worse, she came close to the truth of it and that made him angry as well. “You left out fucking, Cat,” he snarled. “Leopards have lots and lots of sex.”

He set her back in the passenger seat and caught up the cuffs. She had gone very pale and shrank back against the seat, her eyes ringed with dark circles. She still looked broken and vulnerable in spite of her sudden fury. Her anger was gone completely. She looked defeated. Completely defeated. He hadn’t been going for that reaction either.

She put both hands in the air. “Please. Not again.” She didn’t look at him.

He took another deep breath, studying the long sweep of her lashes. “Cat, I can’t take any chances with you. I can cuff you to me or the bolt. You choose.” It was the best he could do. He had the feeling she planned to jump out of the truck on the highway when he was going at a high speed.

They were almost out of the car wash. “Choose, baby, and hurry.”

She extended the arm closest to him, turning her head to look out the window. “Just don’t talk to me anymore. I can’t take any more.”

That was a body blow. He could feel her trembling through the connection of metal. “Let’s just get somewhere safe where you can sleep,” he said. “No safe house or trying to get you to testify. Just sleep.”

She swallowed and nodded her head once. Eli supposed that was a better response than nothing. He’d taken the fight out of her, but she was battered and bruised emotionally. He set his teeth and went through the car wash a second time. The moment they were clean, he hit the highway.

He took them out of the city. “Malcom and David are safe. I told them both to get out of town for a while and take a long vacation. They both said they would.”

“Thank you.”

He hadn’t expected that. She sounded like she meant it.

“I didn’t know they’d gotten word to Cordeau. I didn’t have any idea they intended to.”

She didn’t respond. She kept her head turned away from him and he was afraid the tears were falling again. She made no sound, but that just made it worse. The way she held herself, he knew she wouldn’t accept comfort from him.

“I fucked up, Catarina. Big-time. I totally fucked up with you.”

She swallowed again, but she remained silent. He drove fast, heading for one of the three houses he kept for safety issues. No one knew about them, not even his friends. This one was situated on a hundred and twenty-five acres and was fairly remote. His ranch bordered another much larger one. The ranch was in his mother’s maiden name.

Catarina was asleep by the time he drove down a maze of roads to the dirt track that went to the house. He was grateful for that. She didn’t wake up, not even when he parked and sat there in the cab just inhaling her.

There had been something about her from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her. He was often undercover. He was good at it. He was leopard and he could sniff out lies and trail people with no problem. Catarina was correct when she’d said leopards were violent, rough and killing machines. He could kill fast and efficiently when needed, but he certainly didn’t kill indiscriminately. He’d chosen the side of the law for his hunting grounds.

Leopards were also fast and cunning, and he was every bit of that. Somewhere in the back of his head he had suspected Rafe Cordeau was a shifter. He couldn’t exactly blurt out that information to the team. They would probably freak if they knew about shifters in general, let alone that one was in their midst. He should have put two and two together the moment he met Catarina.

All the signs were there. In the dojo when she worked out, she was just that little bit too fast. She had power when she punched or kicked, real power. Her hair, wild silk that fell down her back like a waterfall, grew thick, much thicker than normal.

Eli uncuffed his hand and swung out of the truck to walk around to the passenger side. He really should have put it all together when he’d reacted to her. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. That never happened to him. Not once. Not on an assignment and not with any of the women he took to his bed.

The fact that his leopard hadn’t protested was the biggest sign of all. It was just all so unexpected, and he found himself wrapped up in her. He thought about her day and night. All the time. He couldn’t walk into a room she occupied without his body reacting. That gentle side he didn’t know he had, the one that had come out when she looked at him with her sad, beautiful exotic eyes, had taken him over and the cop and the leopard had faded away.

“Come here, baby. Let’s get you inside. No one will disturb you here,” he murmured softly.

She woke enough to push at his shoulder, when he bent over her, getting one arm under her knees and one around her back.

“I’m just taking you inside, Kitten,” he crooned. “That’s all. Putting you to bed.”

He lifted her into his arms. She didn’t weigh much. She had curves, beautiful, lush curves, and he’d been looking at her breasts pushing against the thin material of her tank for the last few hours. He could see her nipples outlined there. Her hair was everywhere, brushing against his face as he cradled her tight against his chest. He couldn’t resist burying his face in all that hair and inhaling her deep into his lungs.

Catarina didn’t protest, nor did she hold her body away from his. If anything, the heat of her body melted into the inferno that was his. That kind of hot he had going usually meant he’d better have sex soon or the rough edges would begin to fray. She’d done that. She’d taken his discipline and control and he’d made a mess of everything.

The only thing he had left to him was to keep her safe. And he was going to do that whether she liked it or not. He carried her into the house. He hadn’t been there in a while, but he had the neighbor woman looking after it for him and he’d called ahead to tell her he was coming. She’d had the heat turned on so the rooms weren’t ice cold. She always stocked his fridge for him when he called, and he knew there would be food.

He carried Catarina through the open great room to the master bedroom. The bed was made and he made a mental note to be certain to do something special for his neighbor to thank her.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to have to wake up. Do you need to use the bathroom before I put you to bed?”

She nodded against his shoulder and he took her on through to the master bath and set her on her feet, one arm around her waist to hold her steady until she got her balance. She swayed a little and clung for a minute, looking around her while he removed the handcuff from her wrist. Her long lashes swept up and down, blinking, and something shifted in his chest. She was beautiful and sexy just standing there half asleep. Without even trying she was under his skin and wrapped around his heart.

Eli pushed back the sweep of hair from her face and bent to her. “You good, Cat, if I leave you here? There are new toothbrushes in the second drawer. And toothpaste. I’ll go get your bags if you promise me you won’t fall on your head while I’m gone.”

She nodded and lifted her hair from the back of her neck, exposing her back. His breath caught in his lungs and his leopard slammed so hard against him, he felt the animal in his throat. Raking. Snarling. Roaring with rage. Mad with the need to be free. Eli’s hands tightened on Catarina just for a moment.

A shifter had marked her. Claimed her. A leopard. He could see the top of a rake mark. The unmistakable scar of two puncture wounds up near her shoulder. He’d marked her in a callous, brutal, ugly way. Branded her his. His own leopard responded, roaring against another male trying to take his female.

Eli knew then without a doubt. He knew by his own reaction. By the reaction of his leopard. Catarina Benoit was meant for him. She belonged to him. Cordeau had made certain her leopard would recognize him – accept him – when she emerged, but she wasn’t Cordeau’s mate. She was Eli’s.

Catarina blinked sleepily up at him. “I really need to be alone for a few minutes.”

She had no clue. He dropped his hands, and it was a difficult thing to do with his leopard so close. He didn’t speak because he knew his voice would be too much of a growl. She was exhausted and he’d wanted to get her in bed. Now he had one more thing to do, and she wasn’t going to like it.

He turned away from her and hurried out of the house to retrieve her bags and put the truck in the garage.

Catarina’s emergence was close. She was at her time – the Han Vol Dan of his people – where the human’s and cat’s cycles came together, allowing the leopard to emerge. That couldn’t happen until he knew her leopard would accept his as her mate.

Cordeau would be frantic to get to her. Eli knew he would pull out all the stops to find her. Eli knew that because, again, Catarina had been right about him. He was like Cordeau in some ways and if a man took his woman, he would hunt that man to the ends of the earth. Eli knew if he wanted to keep Catarina Benoit, he would have to kill Rafe Cordeau, and he was definitely keeping Catarina.

She was standing in the middle of the bedroom looking around her a little helplessly when he returned. He walked up to her and took her hands, turning them over to examine the bruised ring on her skin. “Fucking Tuttle put the cuffs on too tight, didn’t he?”

She gave a halfhearted attempt to pull her hands away but subsided when he tightened his fingers around hers. She nodded.

“I’m going to beat the crap out of him.”

He slid the pad of his thumb over the bruises on her inner wrist lightly. She shivered. She definitely wasn’t immune to him. She was every bit as aware of him as he was her, but she didn’t like it. He had to find a way to change that. Right now, she was too sleepy, too exhausted to protest anything he did so he took full advantage.

He brought her wrists to his mouth and brushed a kiss over each. Her cobalt blue eyes went wider. Darker. Shades of violet. Again he felt her tug and he allowed her fingers to slip from his. She pressed both wrists to her thighs, but he didn’t rub his kisses away. He reached out and tucked strands of hair behind her ear.

“You need to climb in bed, sweetheart. You’re so exhausted you’re nearly falling over.” He kept his voice gentle.