A week later, Roman sat in the outside waiting area at La Encanto, watching the tourists and the mild waters of the San Antonio River, wishing he was drinking a frozen margarita while he waited for Lana.
He hadn’t been sure how she would react to seeing him again, but he certainly hadn’t expected the reaction he got.
He could have accepted anger that he’d left without saying goodbye and then stayed gone for a week. Her being happy and excited might seem less p
An odd thought crossed Roman’s mind—the kind of thought he’d never have had before he became alpha. “I want to protect you. I want to have you in my life. My streak can protect you.” He bit his lip. “In fact, I suspect my entire streak would want to take care of you. Watch over you. Love you.”Her eyes softened and then the tears did start to build but didn’t pour forth. He knew he was going down the right path.
“Of course.” Excitement began to flutter in Roman’s chest. She was going to say yes. It was just a beginning but having an Alpha Mate could bring other female tigers to his streak. They could survive, even thrive. And he could make sure Lana was protected. “You won’t be our concubine.” He grinned. “I’ll make it clear to anyone who wants to court you that the reality will be closer to the opposite.”She nodded solemnly, but a glimmer of amusement flickered in her eyes.
Lana thoroughly enjoyed the next day and was delighted to discover that Roman was pretty good at moving heavy things.The big surprise, however, was re-learning how funny Roman was, how their senses of humor meshed. Despite the intimidating task of packing up her apartment and completing the furnishings of her new suite—one that Jackson had arranged to have cleared out for her—they had a lot of fun that day, laughing together almost the entire time.That night, as sh
Two weeks later, Lana was about ready to give up on Jackson. “I’m telling you, Roman, he’s not interested,” she said, throwing herself down into a chair in his suite.“I don’t think that’s it, sweetheart,” her alpha said. “I think he’s uncomfortable with the idea of sharing you with me.”
Although he hadn’t told anyone else about it, Jackson was still suffering from nightmares about his late wife. Every night it was the same. They would be at home, his wife busily cooking dinner in their homey little kitchen, savory scents floating around the room when she would turn around to reveal a shredded mess of a face. That’s when his subconscious would remember that she was dead and that the baby he heard crying in the other room wasn’t real.Jackson awoke in a cold sweat to the soft glow of an alarm clock on his bedside table. It was 3:45 am. Frustration spread like
Lana was seated at an empty table at the restaurant where Jackson had arranged to meet with her, waiting patiently after asking the hostess for him. She watched everyone as if she were a waitress planning to apply.It was a nice place, she decided. The din of the rush had apparently quieted down,
Chapter 19Jackson broke the tension first. “You ready to go?”“Yeah.” Lana headed out toward his pickup. She’d driven one of the streak’s extra cars out here, and she wouldn’t be sorry to leave it behind for a while.“So, you own the restaurant?” Lana asked after they were on the road. She stared out at the sunset and the highway flashing by.“Yeah,” Jackson replied, also looking anywhere but at her. “Bought it a few years ago. The place practically runs itself. I have a really great staff there.” Jackson laughed slightly and leaned forward to glance out the windshield, up at the stars. “As much as they bug me about my love life, I know I can depend on them to get their jobs done. How about you? Are you
By this point, they had gotten deep enough into the trees to start their own little hunting rituals, to shift without being seen. They both stripped off their clothes, leaving them in a neat pile by a tree while respectfully trying to keep their eyes off one another—and failing pretty miserably. They each shifted smoothly into their feline forms, lunging onto all fours and taking off, running at top speed through the trees.Jackson was a bit larger than Lana as a human, but even more so as a tiger. They ran together, but the longer their race went on, the further ahead Jackson got. Lana quickly became frustrated that he was so much faster than her, weaving in and out between the trees gracefully as though this were where he truly belonged. He took notice that she was lagging behind and slowed a little bit, allowing her to catch up, but she leaped on top of him, pulling him down to the
Drake laughed. “I’ll be with you, sweetheart. Let’s tell them as soon as Roman gets here.”When Roman walked in, he frowned, immediately sensing the tension in the room. “What is it?” he asked, worried. “Have the Losoyas shown back up?”“Nothing like that,” Drake assured him.“But I have something to tell you,” Lana said. “All of you,” she added as Jackson came into his living room from the kitchen.“Let’s sit down, then,” Jackson said, a frown on his face.Lana took a deep breath before she spoke. “I’m going to get right to the point. I found out today that I’m pregnant.”Roman looked at her blankly for a long moment, as if he were wondering if maybe she was teasing him.“I’m pregnant,” she repeated.Jackson was the first to speak. “How do you feel about it?
December 24For the next two weeks, everything went perfectly. Lana’s life had never been better—even her first love with Ian hadn’t been this wonderful. This complete.And the happier she was, the happier the entire streak seemed.“It’s the magic of the Alpha Mate,” Roman said. “Nothing cements the bonds of a streak more.”She laughed aloud. “Tell me that the next time you’re cranky because I’m with Jackson or Drake.”Roman shrugged. “It’s good for all of us.”Even Drake seemed to have come to terms with Lana splitting her time four ways. “I have to have time for myself,” she’d finally announced. “Otherwise, you three will wear me out.”But they didn’t. Somehow, she still wanted them. All of them. All the time. Her decision to take time for herself was preemptive—but apparently unnecessary.Mayb
By the time Drake’s mouth trailed down her stomach to the top of her pants, Lana was trembling. As he licked along the waistband, desire surged through her in a searing wave, rolling from her chest and moving down, as if it had been released directly from her heart. It settled in the deepest part of her as a hot throb of need."Please, Drake," she whispered. "I want you. I need you.""Are you certain?" he asked."Absolutely certain," she replied.With a deft motion, Drake unbuttoned her pants, sliding them off her hips and catching her silk panties with his thumbs on the way down, dropping them atop the shirt and bra.Lana tugged ineffectually at the button on his jeans. “Take these off, too.”One corner of his mouth crooked up. “Is that an order?”“A request.” She matched his smile, but the expression faded at the sight of him as he stepped back and removed his pants. Her mouth
As Drake dropped her to her feet near the doorway of her room, panic flashed through his eyes. Lana didn’t bother to try to calm him, choosing instead to pull his lips down to hers until she was kissing him, first softly, then harder. Even the taste of him seemed right, hot and slightly spicy, his tiger underscoring the taste that was uniquely Drake.Pulling her closer to him, Drake deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a way that was both brand new and achingly familiar, as if she had been waiting all her life for him to complete her.The shape of his shoulders under her questing hands was uniquely Drake as well. Lana ran her fingertips down the back of his arms, tracing the sharply defined triceps and sliding her palms down to his wrists.With a strangled noise in the back of his throat, Drake slid his own hands down her back until they cupped her ass, then pulled her up against him, the hard length of him burning through hi
Three hours later, Drake stood in the hotel lobby, alone.What the hell? Where is everyone?His first question was answered a few seconds later when Lana made her way out of the stairwell that led down to her suite. “Hi, Drake,” she said, her voice drawing him to her against his will.“Is this a setup?” he asked, and Lana laughed aloud.“It’s Roman’s orders,” she said. “We’re supposed to spend the night together.”“Oh, fuck that.” He spun away from her and started to stride to exit, planning to leave the hotel entirely. But seconds later, he returned to her side. “What will he do if we don’t follow his orders? How much trouble will we be in?”“I don’t want to ignore this order.” Lana’s words left Drake aching to grab her in his arms and carry her to his bed. He growled under his breath.S
Chapter 26December 3Drake Torres didn’t want any part of Roman’s plan for him to join the Alpha Mate.Whenever Drake he felt overwhelmingly lonely—which, granted, was often—he would venture into town to mingle among the humans, where he would find a new willing lady to plow—then dash away from.No strings attached meant no opportunities for either party to get hurt in any way.Drake’s sexual encounters provided him with much-needed chances to blow off steam. Humans meant nothing to him, and he meant nothing to the female humans he picked up. And that was the way he liked it.He didn’t need someone else’s leftovers. Even if that meant giving up a chance with Lana.He stared at her in the meeting hall, where she was handing out assignments to the various groups of tigers who were headed out on patrol.As if any of those Losoya fuckers are left. “Hey, Dra
Soon, they found themselves locked in a gentle embrace as Jackson traced her collar with soft kisses, sending shivers down her spine, through her whole body. Slowly, they moved toward his bedroom as they shed pieces of clothing, leaving them in a trail on the floor. Their hands explored each other’s bodies carefully before Lana crawled back onto the bed, naked and waiting for Jackson to follow her, drawing him forward with her eyes.He kissed what felt like every square inch of her body, achingly slowly, taking care to make her feel like the goddess she was becoming to him before he finally climbed on top of her, where sliding into her was like coming home. Lana’s head rolled back onto the pillow as a low moan escaped her lips, her hands tracing the muscles on his back.This wasn’t the urgent, lustful, rough sex they’d had on the forest floor the night before. This was something else entirely. This was slow and sweet, tender and ca
When Lana knocked later, Jackson opened the door with a wide smile, and Lana wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.She’s glad to see me, at least.If Jackson thought it was a little bit strange that she should greet him this way, he didn’t complain. It was nice. He returned her hug, breathing her in and resting his cheek on the top of her head. “Happy to see you too, Lana. Come on in, I made dinner.”“It smells amazing,” Lana said quietly as she took a few tentative steps into his suite.“Thank you,” he responded with a grin, happy that she was there. “I figured since we didn’t get Thanksgiving dinner, we could have something like it now.”They each sat at the little table in his small, eat-in kitchen, and began to eat. She took a bite of her food and groaned with delight. “This is delicious, where did you learn to do this?”“Li
Chapter 23Over the past twenty-four hours, Jackson hadn’t been able to keep his mind off Lana. It was like he could still smell her, still feel his arms wrapped around her. Being with her made him feel like there was something important, something bigger than them trying to lead them to one another. It was as if there were some celestial force trying to play matchmaker, and he didn’t mind that.If only the same celestial force weren’t also matching her up with his alpha—and eventually at least one more streak-mate. But there were stories of the old streaks making this kind of arrangement work.Maybe we can, too.It was scary and exciting, and he really wanted a rematch—but he also didn’t want to come on too strong for her. He was trying really hard not to harass her and be charming rather than annoying, but it was difficult. He got the feeling from her that she was a bit of an introvert at heart—no mat