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Rafael sat dumbstruck. Holland's words hung in the air, thickening it with disbelief.
"Want that beer now?" Holland's silver grey eyes went from darkened storm clouds to light rain clouds.
"You're lying," Rafael spoke quietly. "It's not true. I'm a tiger shifter. LaSalle was a jaguar."
"Sometimes the male cub takes after the mother," Holland shrugged, taking a swig of his cool beer. It tasted less sour than it did a moment ago. He had been holding onto that secret for a few decades and it weighed heavily on him; making everything taste sour, his world dim. Perhaps there's something to that saying: "The truth will set you free."
"Why didn't LaSalle just tell everyone?" Rafael eyed Holland suspiciously.
"He wanted to... even offered to... have it taken care of... but your mother Celeste didn't want to force Ray into marrying her when he was already in love with someone else," Holland sighed. "He was a typical jaguar, Raymond LaSalle, sewing his seeds everywhere until he met that special quiet English teacher. But Salvatore found out eventually when Celeste couldn't hide her pregnancy anymore. He wanted to force Ray to take responsibility but by then he was already married to Daunte's mother."
"Hollandβ" Moira walked in but stopped, her cornflower blue eyes lighting on Rafael tied to a chair. She frowned, her cinnamon brown skin growing tight, "Do I even want to know?"
Holland chuckled dryly. Rafael scowled. The young tiger couldn't believe the story he just heard. He turned to Moira who leanedcasually against the doorframe watching him with her blue-green critical eyes.
"If your boss doesn't release me," he warned. "He'll be starting a war. One that will tear this city apart." Rafael's paradise blue eyes darkened into a stormy sea, his sensual lips drawn into a scowl. Moira only stared at him, her full lips pursing.
"And here I thought Jadyn found a nice guy for a change," Moira sighed heavily, her tone as sharp as her claws that were itching to come out and scratch out those handsome eyes. "I was rooting for you, too. Daunte may be a brute and a son of a bitch but he cares enough about Jadyn to not try and involve her in a family feud."
That cut Rafael to the quick. He felt a sharp pain in his chest at the thought of Jadyn's face when they tell her the truth. He'd lose her forever.
"I'll explain...," Rafael was speaking mostly to himself. "She'll understand."
"Doubtful," Moira miffed.
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Daunte watched Jadyn making coffee. Her muscles were tense. If he could see her face he would have seen that it was set in somber contemplation.
"So...you have a brother... a brother I slept with...," Jadyn said quietly, a touch of regret in her voice which Daunte noticed but didn't address. Then she frowned, turning around to fix her jaguar with a baleful stare.
"Where is he right now?" Jadyn asked.
"With Holland," Daunte shrugged. "Rafael didn't know either but he does by now."
"Where does that leave the two of you?" her face softened a little. Daunte frowned as if confused by her question.
"Nothing has changed," he stood up walking towards her. Jadyn backed into the counter, the coffee heating and pouring into the pot, its rich dark scent filling the air but it was overpowered by the jaguar's natural male musk, virile and seductive. Daunte towered over her, magnificent muscular arms caging her to cut off escape.
"Everything has changed," Jadyn argued softly, trying not to look at him. If she looked into those eyes she'd be instantly lost in their amber glow.
Jadyn suddenly felt even smaller, consumed by Daunte's hulk and unyielding form as well as by his intense stare. He looked every bit the jungle cat when stalking and cornering his prey. Jadyn's nipples instantly stiffened, reaching, aching for his touch again. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin. Damn it those Heat hormones should be gone by now!
Daunte caressed her cheek, surprisingly gentle. A shiver raked through Jadyn at the soft stroking of his thumb across her cheek. She felt his breath caress her forehead while she stared at his firm broad chest. Mercifully he was wearing clothes but his scent was doing erotic things to her body that made her damp between her thighs.
"I still want you," Daunte murmured. Jadyn did the unthinkable and looked up seeing the desire burning in his amber whisky eyes and as she suspected, she was lost in them. Then they darkened into the sexual beast she knew him to be, his voice drugging her with its dark carnality, "And I know you still want me."
Jadyn flushed. How can he tell? As if reading her thoughts Daunte's other hand caressed her breast, drawing a sensual sigh from her lips with a gentle squeeze. Then the hand descended, taking its time to feel the heat of her skin through her cotton shirt until he came to the apex of her thighs and cupped her pussy that drizzled at his hot touch.
"I can smell how much you want me, Jadyn," Daunte growled low, pulling her against him. Jadyn pressed her hands on his chest and could feel the rapid beating of his heart. His masculine musk overwhelmed her senses. "I could always smell you. Flowers in summer time. Your in my nose now, Jadyn. I'm afraid I've become addicted to it."
"Since the Heat is fading maybe we should stop," Jadyn suggested softly. Yet pressing her nose into his chest she was surrounded by his heated musk. While the scent of her did erotic things to her the feel of him was much worse.
Daunte wrapped his strong arms around her small curvy form, feeling her breasts pressed against him, their thighs tightly squeezing together. He buried his nose in her hair smelling the sunflower shampoo again, the floral scent making his cock jerk.
In one sudden motion, Jadyn was lifted onto the counter, her legs spread and pussy pressing against Daunte's angry bulge. He placed his hands on her hips, keeping a tight grip as he ground against her heat. Jadyn uttered a small sigh that was music to Daunte's ears.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" Daunte murmured against her lips. Before Jadyn could answer, the jaguar claimed her with a sultry kiss. Their lips molded together, gently sliding against each other until the waitress's trembling hands took hold of Daunte's face and slanted her head, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth.
A rush of passion flooded him. The animal within him became more aggressive, lifting her thighs to help wrap them around his waist as he ground harder into her Venus mont. They tasted each other's essence from earlier and were intoxicated by the exotic flavors.
"How can I ever trust you again, Daunte?" Jadyn broke the kiss, her lips swollen and tender yet hungry for more.
Daunte's whisky eyes grew soft. His whole face became less animal and more tender. Holding her close in a protective embrace, his hand caressing her cheek he whispered, "You can trust that I would do anything for you."
"Why?" Jadyn searched his eyes. Truthfully she didn't know what she wanted to hear. Rafael's confession of crushing on her for years got her into bed but she didn't really examine it properly. Daunte had been part of her carnal obsessions for a few years now. He still was. Even during the Heat Jadyn craved something more than his body. But did Daunte feel the same?
Daunte saw the doubt on her face. He wished he could hear what she was thinking. He couldn't lose her to Rafael. Not to anyone but especially not some long lost brother bent on murdering him.
But before Daunte could answer there was a furious knocking at Jadyn's door. Daunte growled in frustration, reluctantly releasing Jadyn to answer the door. He wasn't sure if he wouldn't murder the guy interrupting them. But it wasn't a guy it was Moira, glaring at him with her judgmental blue-green eyes.
"What is it, Moira?" Daunte bit out.