Wild Invitation A Psy Changeling Anthology - By Nalini Singh Page 0,7

skin privileges from head to toe, spending extra time on every seductive feminine curve in between. His voice was leopard-rough when he asked, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Working with the kids on the ornaments. Going over some study papers." She turned on her heel. "Good night, Nate."

He frowned. "You're still angry."

"No." She gave him a tight smile.

"But I'm also not a sucker for punishment. You might have had years to get used to resisting the full brunt of the mating heat, but I haven't. So help me out and keep your distance."

"KEEP my distance." Nate paced across the length of his living room and back.

"Keep my distance." He was her mate - she belonged to him - and she'd told him to keep his distance.

Something growled deep in the forests that surrounded his home and he wondered which one of his pack was running under the moon. If he'd had to bet, he'd have said either Lucas or Vaughn, or maybe both. The two were still juveniles, but both had already seen death firsthand, been scarred by their losses. Now they waited to grow up so they could claim vengeance.

He would go with them when it was time to destroy the ShadowWalkers.

The younger males would be fighting their demons, but he would be fighting for his mate's right to be safe. Something dark and almost violent in him tightened at the thought of her, a sense of complete rightness filling his soul. She was his, wouldn't ever be anyone else's. The reminder calmed the visceral hunger of his beast.

He would never forget the moment when he'd realized what she was to him.

Because of the disparity in their ages, they had had different friends, moved in different levels of the pack. But he had always known who she was, adored her in a way that was everything good - her laugh soothed the rough edges of his beast, her smile made him want to smile in turn.

On the night of her fifteenth birthday, she had hosted a small sleepover party at her parents' home.

He'd dropped in to wish her a happy birthday. It had been no fleeting impulse - he'd become used to swinging by to check if she was okay, especially during the times when her parents were out. As soon as she had opened the door, he'd felt the bond snap taut. The knowledge had been in her eyes, too, shocked and bright.

He'd touched her then, cupped her cheek with his hand. She had leaned into him, soft and welcoming and everything he had ever wanted. He'd known that, at that moment, he could ask anything of her and she'd give it to him. That was what had made him draw back. "Not until you're ready," he'd said, ending the contact.

It was a promise he refused to break.

Tamsyn thought he was being cruel.

She hadn't seen what he had with his parents. His mother had been too young, his father too demanding. Within a decade, they had destroyed each other and themselves. The idea of doing that to Tamsyn was his worst nightmare.

Because he knew he was too much like his father - he would not be an easy man to mate with. He'd expect total devotion, demand complete sexual surrender, take absolute possession.

Tonight, his body hungered for her with a fury that was more animal than man. The cat had wanted her from the first. To the leopard, she'd smelled mature at fifteen, but the man had known she was nowhere near ready. Now...now he could have her - if he was willing to look into her eyes for the rest of his life and know he'd stolen what little freedom she could have had.

"No." He would not do that to her.

She might be frustrated and annoyed with him, but she'd forgive him. It was what mates did.

TAMSYN was never going to forgive Nathan for putting her through this! "I can't stand it!" Her skin was so sensitive even the sheets felt abrasive. The flesh between her legs was swollen with need and there was only one man she wanted to rub against, only one thing she wanted to do. Unfortunately, Nate didn't want to play.

Why had he turned up tonight? To torture her? Her beast had become drunk on his scent, addicted to the proud masculine taste of him. It wanted more.

So much more. Maybe that was why he'd come over - because his beast was starving, too? She snorted. More likely he'd come to tell her off