"You feel too good."
A masculine chuckle. "I love the way you smell." He nuzzled at her neck, flicked out his tongue to taste her. "I love the way you feel. So soft, so hot." When he finally rocked her to climax, that hungry place inside her soul was almost filled up. Almost.
Even as Clay's heartbeat continued to race from having loved Tally, he could feel her hurting. It confused the hell out of his leopard. She was his mate. He should have been able to ease her pain. That he couldn't, struck a blow to his pride. "Tally, baby, what's wrong?"
"Don't let me go, Clay."
His heart broke a little at the unguarded statement, at the glimpse she'd given him into her deepest fear. "Never again, I promise you." Even if he had to fight the gods themselves to claim her, he would not let anyone - or anything - take her from him.
She didn't answer. He whispered more petting words in her ear. After a while, he could feel her hurt retreating, as if she had decided to trust his promise. His heart relaxed.
Tally's pain was the one thing he couldn't handle.
Chapter 39
Nine thirty the next morning, Talin stood with Clay's packmates in Tamsyn's kitchen, feeling deliciously sore and an idiot over her recent self-pity attack - Clay would never just decide to abandon her. He was far too loyal.
Her mood dimmed again. What if that was all that was tying him to her? Loyalty and friendship, the kind of friendship that wouldn't allow him to rest until they had beaten the unknown thing killing her from the inside out? Her illness hadn't struck since the day she had woken unable to gasp in air, but it would, and then Clay would have to look after her again, would feel obligated to do so.
Her mind filled with images of how she'd massaged him yesterday. That, done in love, had been no hardship. She wouldn't cheapen Clay's commitment to their relationship by imagining he felt any differently. But that's not what she wanted to be to him, someone to be looked after, a friend in need. She wanted so much more - she wanted all of him.
Clutching at her coffee cup, she looked out the window to find Jon talking to one of the teenagers she'd first seen at the bar - a tall, auburn-haired boy who was starting to grow into his long legs and powerful shoulders.
"That's Kit," Tammy said, coming to stand beside her. "Old enough to know better and young enough to get Jon. Your boy, he's strong. He's going to be okay."
"Yes," Talin agreed. "He'll become somebody if he's given the chance." But first, they had to make him disappear. Since neither of the children had family, Clay had told her the disappearing wouldn't be a problem. DarkRiver was happy to accept them.
"Tally." Clay held out his hand from where he was standing by the table.
She put down her coffee and went to him. His hand closed warm and safe around hers. "Where's Dorian?"
"Missing me already?" The blond sentinel walked through from the living room. With him were Lucas, Sascha, Nathan, and a redheaded female Talin hadn't yet met.
"I'm Mercy," the woman said, before Dorian took the floor to relate yesterday's events, with Clay and Talin filling in the gaps on their end.
"Judd coming?" Clay asked before Dorian could begin. "He deserves to know what happened. Man didn't have to help us, but he did."
Lucas nodded. "SnowDancers are turning out to be better allies than we thought."
"For feral rabies-infected wolves," Mercy muttered.
Dorian snickered. "Still mad over being the liaison?"
Mercy gave Dorian the finger, then twisted her head toward the front of the house. "He's here," she said, though Talin hadn't heard anything.
Judd walked through a minute later. "I have a certain antipathy toward this place."
Tamsyn scowled, hands on a muffin tin. "Why?"
"Because the last time I was here, I was bleeding half to death and you were torturing me with a stitch gun."
"See the thanks I get?" the healer muttered.
"If you ever need anyone killed, just let me know," Judd said with a straight face as he pulled out a chair and spun it around so the chair back was against his chest. His attention switched to Clay. "You said you got the boy and another child out?"
"Yes. Went like clockwork. Your contact have anything to do with that?"
Judd nodded. "But you got lucky with the timing, too. Something big went down in the PsyNet last night. Your op was hidden in the shadow of it."