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She took his arm to keep him from leaving as another thought occurred to her. “Could
you
help me get home?”

He shook his head. “My powers aren’t quite that strong. If I wanted to take anyone other than myself across time, I would have to wait for the full moon. The only one in my pack who could do it without waiting is Dante and if you get near him – ”

“I’ll attack him for sex.”

He nodded.

Damn.

At least all wasn’t lost though. “But you do know Acheron, right? Will he help me?”

“I don’t know. He’s strange sometimes and no one ever knows how he’s going to react or what he’s going to do or say. But you can always ask. The best thing is for you to stay here in your room where Mike and Leo hopefully can’t find you – like I said, they’re young and aren’t as experienced at tracking prey. I’ll spread your scent around to keep them off you. Once I’ve got them occupied, I’ll bring Ash to you. Okay?”

It was more than okay. It was great. She’d never thought to find a Katagari male who could be so kind.

“Thank you.” As he moved away, Pandora stopped him again. “Really, thank you.”

He offered her a kind, fatherly smile and patted her hand. “Animals protect their own. I’m doing this to help my brothers as much as I’m doing it to help you. If they were to hurt you, they’d never forgive themselves, and I’d have to listen to them lament for eternity.”

Releasing her, he moved to the door and left the room.

Pandora took a deep breath, and for the first time since she’d been stolen from her people, she began to relax a little.

Now all she had to do was stay put until he returned.

But that wasn’t as easy as it would normally be. The female in her that was just entering womanhood was all too aware of the fact that there were three unmated panthers in this hotel.

That alien and new part of her wanted with a vengeance the mating ritual that would induct her into adulthood.

It craved it.

For an Arcadian, the ritual was simple. Had she stayed at home, she would have chosen an elder panther from her pack to gently introduce her to the animal side of herself. Once he unlocked her full powers by copulating with her, he would have taught her how to shift from human to panther and how to protect herself and use her newborn powers.

The Katagaria were completely different. She’d heard the horror stories directly from her sister Sefia. They took their
nearas
– virgin females who were cresting – and allowed every unmated male of the pack to have sex with her to see if she was the mate to one of them.

They would use her without mercy until all their males were fully sated.

Her sister Sefia had been one of the lucky ones. On the night they had deflowered her, Sefia had been mated to a Katagari panther who had then decided to keep her more as a pet than a mate.

Katagaria females left their mates once they were out of heat, and only returned whenever they were in season. If a male tried to mate with a Katagari female when she wasn’t in heat, she would attack and possibly kill him.

Once their season passed, the Katagaria females left their males and stayed with their sisters to travel about until their next fertile cycle. If the female became pregnant, she’d birth her young among her sisters, and as soon as the cubs were weaned, she would take them to the father to raise.

Arcadian pantheresses were much more coveted since they were ruled by human hearts that wouldn’t allow them to abandon their children until adulthood. Unlike their Katagaria cousins, the Arcadians stayed with their young and their mates. The male panthers didn’t have to wait for an Arcadian female to go into heat. She would be receptive to her mate at any time.

The worst part was that a panther male couldn’t rape a panther female when she was in heat. All he had to do was come near her and she would willingly accept him. It was nature and a pantheress had no control over her body at such times. It wouldn’t listen to any reason or rationale.

She would beg him to fill her.

The shame of that would come later, after the mating was done. Then, the Arcadian pantheress would feel embarrassed that she had acted like an animal and not a human.

Pandora moaned low in her throat as her desire sparked again and coiled through her. Her breasts were heavy, her body hot and alive with need.

Go

The command was overwhelming, but she refused to heed it. She was a human, not an animal.

The Katagari male would return with Acheron and she would be among her own kind again.

Then everything would be normal.

 

Dante couldn’t get
the fire out of his blood. The animal in him was awake and craving.

Needing.

One whiff should not have affected him this much, and yet as he drifted through the dense crowd of people pretending to be aliens and paranormal entities, he couldn’t stop himself from trying to find her scent again.

It was all he could do to stay in human form and not revert to his true animal body.

The hunter wasn’t listening to him.

Damn it!

He caught a glimpse of Acheron Parthenopaeus across the vendor booths. Oblivious to the humans who paused to gawk at his seven feet of height, the Atlantean Dark-Hunter was reading a Dark Horse
Grendel
comic book.

Seeking the distraction of talking with a friend, Dante headed toward him.

“Ash,” he said as he drew near. “You seem remarkably relaxed.” Which was true. In all the centuries he’d known the man, Dante had never seen him so at ease.

Acheron looked up from his comic and inclined his head in greeting. “What can I say? This is one of the few places I can take Simi where she doesn’t stand out. Hell, she actually looks normal here.”

Dante laughed at that. Ash’s pixielike demon seldom blended in anywhere. “Where is she?”

“Shopping like a demon.”

Dante shook his head at the bad pun. Knowing Simi, he figured it was probably quite true. “I tried to call your cell phone when we got in to see if you made it.”

Ash immediately tensed as he put his comic down and pulled out another issue. “I turned it off on the day I got here.”

“Really?” Dante asked, stunned by Ash’s confession. It wasn’t like him to be out of touch with his Dark-Hunter charges. “What if one of the Dark-Hunters needed you?”

Ash shrugged. “If they can’t survive alone for four days once a year, they deserve to die.”

Dante frowned. “That’s harsh, for you.”

He looked at him dryly. “Harsh? Tell you what, you take my phone and skim through the three thousand phone calls I get every day and night and see how harsh I am. I truly hate modern technology and phones in particular. I haven’t had a full four hours of sleep in over fifty years. ‘Ash, I broke a toenail, help me. Ash, my head hurts, what should I do?’ ”

Ash curled his lip in repugnance. “You know, I’ve never understood it. They make a deal with the devil herself and then expect me to bail them out of every minor scrape. Then when I show up to help them, they cop an attitude and tell me to blow. So if I’m selfish for wanting four days a year to be left alone, then I’m just a selfish bastard. Sue me.”

Wow, someone was cranky.

Dante took a step away from the Atlantean. “Well then, I’ll make sure I don’t bug you.”

Ash pulled out another plastic-covered comic from the long white box on the table. “You’re not bothering me, Dante. Really. I’m just trying to zen myself out of a bad mood. I made the mistake of turning on my phone ten minutes ago and I had four hundred and eighty-two messages waiting on voice mail. I had it on all of three seconds before it started ringing again. All I want is a little break and no damn phone for a few days.” He let out an aggravated breath. “Besides, I’m the one who told you to come.”

“Yeah, thanks. This is…” – he hesitated as a centaur pranced by on what appeared to be modified ski boots that looked eerily like hooves – “interesting.”

Ash smiled. “Yeah, just wait until you see the Ms. Klingon Beauty Pageant. It’s something else.”

Dante laughed. “I’ll bet. So what good bands should I check out for my club?”

Ash grabbed three Dark Horse
Tales of the Vampires
comics and added them to his growing pile. “Last Dance is really good. They’re playing tonight, and Ghoultown, too. But the one band you have to see is the Cruxshadows. They’re right up your alley and rule the Darkwave scene. The lead singer Rogue’ll be over in the Hyatt later signing autographs at their booth. If you want, I can introduce you.”

“That’d be great.” The only reason Dante had come to Atlanta was because Acheron had assured him Dragon*Con was one of the best places to see several alternative bands so that he could hire them for gigs at his club in Minnesota.

Simi came running up to them with two male “Klingons” trailing behind her. “
Akri
? Can I go to the Klingon homeworld?”

Ash smiled at his demon. “Sure, just don’t eat any of them.”

The demon pouted. “But why not?”

“Because, Simi, they’re not really Klingons. They’re people pretending to be Klingons.”

“Well, pooh, fine then. No eats. But I’m going to go now. Bye bye.” She dashed off with the two young men.

Ash handed the comics to the vendor, then pulled out his wallet.

“Shouldn’t you go do a head count on the homeworld population?” Dante asked.

“Nah. She’ll do what I said…” Ash paused as if something occurred to him. “Then again, I didn’t tell her not to eat a Bajoran or Romulan. Damn.” He paid for the comics. “You’re right, I better go count.”

Ash took a step away, then stopped. “By the way, you might want to head upstairs right now and check out your room.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Make sure it meets with your needs.”

Dante frowned. “I’ve already been there.”

“Go there again.”

The animal in Dante picked up a weird scent from Acheron, but he wasn’t sure what it was.

But as the Atlantean headed off, he felt an inexplicable pull to do what Acheron had suggested.

Dante headed out of the vendors’ area, toward the escalator. He’d barely reached it when he smelled the pantheress again. He turned sharply to the left, expecting to see her.

She wasn’t there.

Still, he was hard for her. Ready. The animal inside was growling for a taste of her body.

He headed up the escalator to escape the scent.

It seemed to grow stronger.

His head low, he scanned the crowd intently, but none of his people was there.

Closing his eyes, he sniffed the air. Her fragrance was subtle now. And it was…

He whirled around.

There was no woman there, only Romeo, and he reeked of the pantheress. Dante couldn’t stop himself from sniffing Romeo, who immediately shoved him away.

“Man, you skeeve me when you do that. And don’t do it in public. Someone might get the wrong idea about us.”

He ignored his brother’s reprimanding tone. “Where is she?” Dante demanded.

“Out of reach.”

Her scent washed over him, even stronger than before. His body was raw. Needful. Every part of him craved her.

And it wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Where?” he growled.

Romeo shook his head.

But he didn’t have to be told. Every hormone in his body sensed her. Against his will, Dante took off at a run as he cut through the crowd toward the elevator.

Without thought, he flashed himself from the lobby to the sixteenth floor.

The scent was even stronger here.

More desirable.

More intense.

Dante stalked his way down the hall until he found her door. He couldn’t breathe as her scent filled his entire being. Leaning his head against the wood, he closed his eyes and fought the sudden urge to kick the door in.

That would probably scare her, and besides, he didn’t want to have an audience for what he intended to do with her.

He knocked on the door with a clenched fist and waited until a small, petite brunette opened it. She had large, lavender eyes and long hair that curled around an oval face.

His breathing ragged, he stared at her, wanting her with every piece of him.

But for all his sexual hunger, he knew that it was now her move…

2

 

Pandora couldn’t breathe as she stared at the tall, sexy panther in her doorway. He embodied everything that was primal and male. His hands were braced on each side of the frame as he looked at her with an intensity so raw, it shook her. Masculine power and lethal grace bled from every pore of his magnificent body.

He had long black hair pulled back into a queue. His eyes were a clear blue that appeared almost colorless against his tanned skin and long midnight lashes. His face was elegantly carved and yet had a rugged quality that kept him from being pretty.

He was dressed in black jeans and a black poet’s shirt. There was something timeless and old about him. Something that reached out to her and set her entire body on fire.

Without her invitation, he stepped into the room and bent his head so that he could rub his face against her hair.

Pandora gasped as that simple action sent chills all through her. His breath scorched her extra-sensitive skin, which wanted only to be touched by him. Her nipples hardened in expectation of what was to come.

“Gataki.”
He murmured the Greek word for “kitten” as he took a deep breath in her hair.

The human half of her wanted to shove him away from her. The animal part refused. It wanted only to cuddle with him. To rip his clothes off and know once and for all what it would be like to have sex with a male.

The door to her room slammed shut of its own volition.

Pandora circled around him, rubbing her body against his as she fought the urge to cry out in pleasure.

“Do you accept me?” he asked rhetorically. It was technically the woman who chose her lover, but when a female was this sexually aware of the male, there was really no way out.

All Pandora could do was nod. Her body would never allow her to deny him. He was too virile. Too consuming.

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