Hour of the Lion, Cherise Sinclair [good story books to read TXT] 📗

Well, whatever-it-was would have to wait until she healed up a little more. Giving the tree branches her best I‘ll-be-back stare, she sauntered away.

Chapter Five

The tavern had closed an hour earlier. As Calum walked Victoria to the door, he smiled at the disgruntled look on her face. Although she‘d won the first chess game last week, he had recouped and was now ahead in games. But so far, she‘d stymied him in another way—he still had no idea why she‘d come to Cold Creek. Nonetheless he thoroughly enjoyed the verbal sparring. The little human had a keen mind and a delightfully wry sense of humor.

After opening the door, he let her out into the night. 'Are you sure—'

'You always ask that. I can walk myself home, thank you very much.'

'As you wish.' In spite of his better judgment, he moved closer, noting the first faint whiff of female arousal and the dusky rose color that tinged her cheek. Why did this feisty human have to be so appealing? With an effort, he stepped back and smiled down into eyes the amber-brown of sherried Scotch whiskey. 'Having witnessed you in a fight, I should be more concerned for your opponents.'

'Now you‘re talking smart.' As she left, she touched her fingertips to her temple in a jaunty salute.

A salute? Uneasiness raised his hackles. Daonain stayed far away from anything having to do with the military. After all, if the government ever learned of their existence, the probable outcome would be genocide for the shifters.

As Calum watched the human cross the parking lot, he smiled. The way her round ass moved in those tight jeans...truly, a less soldier-like movement he couldn‘t imagine. He‘d like to bend her over, take her hips in a hard grip… Arousal purred to life inside him.

He took a slow breath to calm himself and scented Alec. His brother appeared, detouring to the edge of the lot to speak with Victoria. They chatted briefly, and then Alec ran a finger down her long hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. The scent of interest and arousal—from both of them—drifted downwind to Calum.

That was damned odd. Shifters weren‘t interested in humans any more than a dog wanted to breed with a cat. Even if that wasn‘t true, a Daonain couldn‘t afford to get involved with a human.

By the time Alec approached, Calum still hadn‘t figured out what to say. How could he lecture his brother when he himself felt the same? 'She‘s a pretty human, isn‘t she?'

Alec turned, his eyes on Victoria‘s slim figure as she disappeared into the night. 'Way too pretty, and a sore trial to my restraint. Why does she have to smell so good?' His upper lip lifted as he sniffed the air. 'Smells like she‘s testing your control too, eh, brawd? A shame she‘s a human. It‘s been a while since we shared.'

'It has.' Nothing felt as right as pleasing a woman with his littermate beside him.

As Calum flicked off the last lights in the bar, Alec went down the hallway and unlocked the heavy portal door.

The small sitting room was tidy enough. Alec fingered long gashes on one couch. 'Who clawed this up?'

'Rebecca‘s daughter, Lindsey, when she shifted early. Brawd, am I getting old or do our children have initial trawsfur younger these days?'

'According to the news, puberty arrives earlier for humans; apparently Daonain aren‘t any different.' Alec paused, and then grinned. 'But yes, you‘re getting old.'

'Bugger you,' Calum said mildly. He opened the closet door.

Alec stepped in. Behind the hanging garments, he pressed two panels at once, moved his hands, and did two more. At the almost inaudible click, he shouldered open the door to the cave with a grunt of effort. No human would be able to open it by himself.

Calum followed, breathing in the cold, damp air that smelled of dirt and minerals.

Downstairs in the cave, he stripped and tucked his clothing into the carved-out niches. The urgency, the need to trawsfur, tightened within him. With a sigh of relief, he opened the portal in his mind. Wildness blew into his soul like wind through an open door. Magic coursed across his skin, sank deep into his bones, tingling, changing him. He let himself drop forward and landed on his front paws.

Alec was still undressing, as easygoing in this as he was in all things. Calum yawned, curling his lip back and exposing his fangs in a not-so-subtle hint.

His brother only grinned. 'With your type A personality, you‘ll probably have a heart attack before you reach seventy.'

As air from outside wafted into the cave from the three tunnels, Calum caught the heady scent of a rabbit and the end of his tail twitched. With an effort, he kept his mind from sinking too deeply into the wildness. They had things to do before they could hunt.

Finally, Alec shifted. He rumbled in satisfaction and shoved his golden-furred head into Calum‘s shoulder. Typical Alec affection, Calum thought, as the love he felt for his brother mingled with feline acceptance of a littermate.

Calum rose to his hind legs, grabbing Alec with his front paws. They tussled until, with his distinctive chirp of enjoyment, Alec sprang down the left tunnel. Calum followed, then took the lead as they ran up the mountain to one of the few roads in their forest domain. It was unmarred by tracks; no vehicle had passed since the last rain. They moved to check the next road.

The waning moon had risen in the black sky before they reached the most distant road. After this, they could hunt, and Calum‘s anticipation rose when his ears caught the scrabble of a shrew in the brush.

Overhead, the moon fought free of the clouds, illuminating fresh tire tracks. Calum‘s claws unsheathed as anger welled inside him. Although ostensibly owned by a lumber company, this forest belonged to the Daonain. With an effort, he fought his way