Rapture Untamed (Feral Warriors #4)(31)

"After my father died, I was terrified of making another mistake, of killing another Therian, so I continued to live alone." She swallowed. "I became prey to humans, of course. To men."

Shit. Did you kill the bastards before they...?

"No. The first time, I didn't know what they wanted. I thought they were being kind when they invited me to join their camp, and I was so lonely."

They raped you.

Pamela Palmer Rapture Untamed

"Yes. I could have killed them, but I hated myself so badly for killing my father, it felt right somehow. Like the goddess had finally delivered the retribution I deserved. I let it happen again and again, putting myself in the paths of rough or drunken men, seeking that punishment."

How old were you when this started?

"Seventeen."

Olivia. I'm sorry.The pain in his tone surprised her, the honesty in his words wrapping around her like a protective cocoon. If he'd been there, back then, he'd have killed them for what they'd done to her. Somehow she knew that.

Her story had prodded those protective instincts of his into play, the same ones that had come to Pink's defense. Once more, her instincts told her that beneath the bad-boy façade lived a decent man.

She eyed the cat thoughtfully. He'd been determined to make her bend to his will when he ordered her to strip and get down on hands and knees. Then he'd been nothing but gentle. Demanding, yes. Teasing her sensually until she begged him to take her. Determined to have his way.

But he'd given her nothing but pleasure.

Her pride might be bruised, but her body felt warm and sated.

Jag pulled up.Do you smell that, Red?

Something scratched at her nose, a scent like garbage, only worse.

"Is that the Daemon?"

I'm sure of it. Ten bucks says it's coming from that house.

Olivia blinked and looked around. "What house?" She saw nothing but trees rising from a bed of thick underbrush.

The jaguar swung his head toward her, eyeing her with interest before returning his gaze to whatever had caught his attention. Magic rippled over her skin as he shifted back into a man, his powerful body gleaming in the moonlight.

"So now weknow it's coming from that house. That's damn powerful warding if it's blocking even Therian senses."

Olivia looked at him with surprise, goose bumps lifting on her arms. "Where's the house? How far?"

"About twenty yards in front of you."

"No way." Trees. Nothing but trees. "Since when do the Mage possess the kind of power it takes to hide a house from a Therian?"

"Since their leader, Inir, got infected with dark spirit and has apparently tapped into some serious magic. The Mage are resurrecting all kinds of bad shit that's been lost for thousands of years. Most of it associated with dark power."

"Why can you see the house and not me?"

He gave her a smug little smile. "I'm a Feral. Fucking Superman." His hand caressed her bu**ocks. "Haven't you figured that out yet?"

Absently, she pushed his hand away, troubled by the fact that she could have walked right into that Mage stronghold and never realized it until it was too late.

She looked around, chills crawling up her spine. Were invisible Mage watching them even now? They could be anywhere, and she'd never know.

Her gaze flew to Jag's. "Tell me what you see."

"I can show you." The gleam in his eye told her exactly how he meant to do that.

Sexual release opened the Therian mind to magic in ways nothing else could.

Goddess, her body still hadn't recovered from the last sensual onslaught. The last thing she needed right now was a repeat.

His eyes turned wicked. "I'll make it quick, but you're going to have to control those sexy little cries of yours, or we'll have them all over us."

She wanted to deny him, she really did. But she wanted to see the Mage more.

With a disgruntled sigh, she held out her hand. "Make it quick."

"Then spread your legs for me, Sugar. I'll go straight to your sweet spot."

Olivia clenched her jaw. "I don't have to pull down my pants?"

"Not unless you want to."

Pamela Palmer Rapture Untamed

"I don't." Releasing a groan of disgust, she spread her legs.

Jag met her gaze, a smile pulling at his lips. Then he moved behind her, sliding his hand over her mouth.

"Just a precaution," he said quietly, as his thumb stroked her cheek.

Leaning over her shoulder, he slid his other hand between her legs and cupped her.

"Watch straight ahead," he said against her temple.

She tensed, holding her breath for the rush of heat, and didn't have long to wait.

Pleasure poured into her sensitive flesh on a river of delicious fire, her legs turning to rubber. Jag's hand held her up, pulling her tight against his body and the erection growing stiffer by the minute at her back. As the orgasm rushed up from the depths of her core, the moan exploded in her head, barely muffled by Jag's hand. It broke over her with a startling power, clenching and spasming inside her as he held her close.

"Look, Red. Look!"

She forced her eyes to focus despite the storm of pleasure ripping her body apart, and gasped in shock as a house appeared out of thin air.