“Why would you have?” she asked. “My father said I was his.”
“He also said you were born in human form. I didn’t put that together with your inability to shift.”
“Crossbreed?” Nate asked.
She nodded. “Apparently, my dam mated with a wolf the same day she mated with the hyena I thought was my father. Who is my father.” There was a heartbeat of silence before she added, “He might have been an evil sonofabitch, but he was good to me.”
“You’ll have to tell me about him someday,” Nate said, and she gave him that smile that knocked him off his axis again. “So how could two different species produce offspring? And how come your other brothers are hyenas?”
Eidolon spoke up. “Littermates can have multiple fathers. As far as interspecies shifter breeding . . . in most cases, it can’t happen. But hyenas are the one shifter species that can sometimes breed with both felines and canines, though the cubs are usually stillborn. Those who survive birth rarely live beyond infancy. I’ve never heard of any making it to adulthood.” He scrubbed his hand over his face. “I’ll bet the fact that your father was a doctor saved your life. He said you and Vaughn were sick a lot as babies. Even if he didn’t know why you were sick, he was able to treat you.”
Lena’s fingers stroked the back of Nate’s hand absently. “What made me finally be able to shift?”
“Adrenaline,” Eidolon said. “Probably combined with strong emotion. Whatever it was, you powered through the block you had.” A commotion started up outside the room. “That’s my cue. Nate, you should feed as soon as possible, and take it easy for a couple of days. Other than that, you two can both take off. Lena, call me later.”
The second the doctor was gone, Nate jackknifed up, hauled Lena into his arms, and yanked her down on top of him. The pinch of pain in his chest was worth having her body against his. “I’m sorry, Vladlena.” He stared into her eyes, praying she could see the intense regret in his. “I’m so sorry I got you into that mess.”
She shook her head, making her braid tap against his neck. “I’m not. I mean, I could have done without nearly being killed, but because of it, I was able to shift. Really, being in that arena saved my life.”
“I killed your brother.”
Her hand came up to cup his cheek. “He’d have killed me if you hadn’t.”
Thank gods she was cool with what he’d done, because he wouldn’t take it back even if he could. That bastard had deserved to die. A sudden flare of panic shot through him as the events in the arena came back to him.
“What happened to Fade? And the club. Shit . . . Marsden—”
“Marsden’s fine,” she assured him. “In fact, he was here a little while ago to check on you. Gladius has been shut down, and Fade’s dead.”
If only that were true, and the reality was like water on flame. The demon would hunt Nate and Lena to the ends of the earth. “He can be resurrected.”
A wicked smile touched her lips, stirring the embers of the fire that had just been doused. “Sin recognized his demon species. His remains are being stored in the morgue until we can identify and kill his vivacant.”
Damn, Lena and her colleagues were awesome. “I can help with that.” He kissed her, a fleeting brush of his mouth over hers. “Oh, hey, I want to find that vampire I saw earlier.”
“You’ll have to be more specific,” she said wryly. “This place is crawling with the fangy sort.”
“Tall. Blond. Wearing armor. He’s the guy who turned me.” He kissed her again, this time just long enough to get a taste of her peach lip gloss. “I want to thank him. Never thought I’d say that.”
She frowned. “The only male who fits that description I’ve seen isn’t a vampire. He’s one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.”
Nate snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“Seriously.” Her head bobbed and her dewy skin took on an excited flush that might have unearthed some jealousy if Nate wasn’t so . . . reeling. “His name’s Thanatos. He was here a little while ago.”
Yeah, that was enough to make him dizzy. “Those guys are real?”
“Very.”
Nate blew out a stunned breath. “Maybe I didn’t see my sire, then. Must have been hallucinating.”
Closing his eyes, he buried his face in Lena’s neck, taking in the soft floral notes of her shampoo and soap. She smelled clean, like a shower, and all of a sudden, all he could think about was getting her under a spray of hot water, na**d, with his hands lathering every inch of her skin.
“So do you want to comb the hospital for your sire?” she asked, her voice a husky murmur. “Or would you rather go home? Because I know which I’d rather do.”
So did he. For two hundred years he’d searched for his sire, and now, he realized, it didn’t matter. The past was no longer important. Only the future mattered, and he was going to make sure that future included Lena.
Vladlena was going to have sex. And it was about freaking time.
Before leaving the hospital, Nate had showered and dressed in scrubs for the trip home. Then they’d taken a Harrogate bus to his place—a charming manor in the French countryside. At first she’d been surprised by his home, expecting him to be more of a city-dweller with a modern apartment. But within minutes, the cozy but utilitarian furnishings and masculine decor made as much sense as a mane on a lion. It was as if stepping over the threshold transformed him from an intense, alert vampire into a male at ease inside his own territory.
She also noticed that even as he relaxed, building a fire and pouring glasses of wine, he never stopped watching her, his gaze growing hotter by the second, until they both combusted and ended up na**d on the rug before the hearth.
Lena didn’t even remember how their clothes came off. Didn’t matter. All that mattered was that they were tangled together in such a tight knot that they might never unravel. Nate’s muscular thigh was between her legs, pressing against her core with the most amazing pressure that both soothed the throbbing ache and made her squirm for more.
Vladlena might have been sheltered, might have been a little naive. But she’d had orgasms, by both herself and at Nate’s skilled hand. And now that she knew how much better it was to cl**ax with a male who oozed sex with every fiber of his being? Her prey drive had been engaged.
And Nate was the prey.
“Now,” she moaned, sliding his hand from her breast to her belly and pushing it lower.
He smiled against the skin of her other breast, taking a break from the maddening flick of his tongue on her nipple. “How I ever thought you were innocent is beyond me.”
She arched, rolling her h*ps in blatant invitation. “Let’s get rid of all doubt.”
Chuckling, he put his lips over her sternum in an openmouthed kiss that included a lot of silky tongue. It was awesome, but not what she wanted, and she fisted his penis to show him what it was she did want. His hiss of pleasure accompanied a hot sting of fang tips scraping on her skin, and gods, she nearly came. A cl**ax had built like steam without warning, and she had to resist the temptation to ride his leg to completion like a horny . . . well . . . wolf.
That had been shocking news, but it had made sense, had quieted the nagging voice that had always told her she was different. Now she knew why, and she didn’t care how it had happened or who her biological father was. She’d always lived in the present, and presently, a hard-bodied, sexy vampire was kissing his way down her belly.
Her breath caught as he went lower, pressing a lingering kiss in the crease between her leg and her sex. Okay, she thought she’d been ready for this, but suddenly, her heart was battering her ribs, her lungs had turned to cement, and—
He licked her. The flat of his tongue went right up her center, and she melted into a liquid puddle of need. She squirmed, unsure how to handle this, but his hands shot out to still her, one arm lying heavily across her pelvis and the other spreading her for the onslaught of his mouth on her swollen flesh.
Obviously, Lena hadn’t experienced oral sex, so she had no frame of reference when it came to skill. But when Nate plunged a finger inside her core and latched his lips onto her pleasure center, she’d have to go with really, fantastically, majorly skilled. She thrashed and writhed in his grip, and the orgasm that had been boiling erupted. He worked her through it with long, sweeping passes of his tongue and pressure-intense sucks on her clit. She was pretty sure she shouted his name, and then he was on top of her, his glorious fall of hair tickling her skin, the tip of his penis poised at her entrance.
His gaze caught and held hers, brimming with concern and molten heat.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered.
“I’m not.” She framed his face with both hands and looked deeply into his eyes. “I want this more than anything.”
Slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers. Her entire body quivered with anticipation as his mouth touched her lips. Even though she’d just had a world-class cl**ax, she raised her hips, seeking his possession.
“Shh,” he murmured. “Almost.” Outwardly, he was calm, in control, but the slight tremor in his voice gave him away. He was as affected by this as she was.
She opened up to him . . . her mouth, her legs, her entire being. Tenderly, carefully, his tongue breached her lips, stroking, penetrating and retreating. She became lost in the rhythm, so lost that she barely noticed the head of his penis pushing past her entrance.
“So . . . tight . . .” His voice was gravelly, strained, and she knew he was struggling for control. “Am I hurting you?”
“Not even close.” Grabbing onto his powerful shoulders, she dug her nails in, loving the way it made him hiss with approval and push deeper inside her.
“The shift . . .” He buried his face in her neck and shuddered, his big body heaving, as though the effort to remain motionless was killing him.