Both had been fairly easy. Dash had known what awaited him if the Council ever learned he had escaped and lived. They had been known to get possessive where their creations were concerned.
“You haven’t mated yet?” Callan asked him softly as he and Kane faced Dash from the couch.
“Had sex?” Dash asked, surprised. “Getting a little personal there, aren’t you, Lyons?” That was definitely none of the Breed’s business.
“No.” Callan grinned, shaking his head.
“You haven’t yet marked the woman, Elizabeth, or I would have smelled it. Which means you haven’t taken her sexually yet. Correct?”
Once again, none of his business, Dash thought. Damn. He was unaware that finding Cassie protection meant questions regarding his sex life. Especially the lack thereof with Elizabeth.
Dash frowned warningly. “What does that have to do with Cassie?”
“With Cassie, not much.” Callan shrugged. “With you and the mother, perhaps much. Your recessed genetics may allow you a merciful escape from what Taber and I had learned. As for the Wolf Breeds, we can only assume it’s the same, since we have yet to find any who have mated.”
Which didn’t explain the reasons for the questions, as far as he was concerned. His relationship with Elizabeth had nothing to do with Cassie or her protection.
Dash shook his head. “What the hell are you getting at?”
Callan leaned forward slowly. “The Feline Breed males seem to have a tendency to show their relationship to our animal cousins in a unique way.”
“That’s a nice way of saying it,” Kane snorted mockingly. “Didn’t know you could beat around the bush so well, Callan.”
Callan flashed him an irate glance before turning back to Dash. “Have you noticed anything unusual during sex with any other female?”
Dash flushed as he looked between the two men. Hell. Since when did a personal interrogation come with the agreement to help?
He finally shook his head as he watched the other man in bemusement. “Like what?”
Kane stared up at the ceiling as though the conversation was now beyond his control or his interest.
Callan sighed roughly. “When Taber and I found our mates, we
learned that our bodies have a very unique reaction to them during sex.”
Kane grunted but kept quiet.
“Such as?” Dash asked in confusion.
Callan cleared his throat as a slight grin edged his lips. “Our cocks produced a phenomena resembling the barb that actual felines have. It’s blunt rather than sharp, but locks us into our women for long minutes after ejaculation. It’s possible a similar phenomena occurs in the Wolf Breeds.”
Dash stared at the man in shock. Felines had barbs, canines had… He grinned and looked at Kane. “He’s joking. Right?” He had to be joking. Elizabeth was an amazingly steady woman, but he wasn’t certain how she would take such an animalistic reaction. Hell, he didn’t know how he would handle it.
Kane shrugged, frowning. “Hell if I know. And I have no intention of finding out.”
“He mated your sister,” Dash pointed out.
Kane frowned heavily. “I do not discuss sex with my baby sister,” he gritted out. “And I don’t want to hear about the particulars, either.” He gave Callan a warning look.
“Then leave.” Callan shrugged before turning back to Dash. “Whatever the reactions each Breed has during mating is an issue we must be honest about. The frenzy isn’t a comfortable matter, Kane, and could affect their ability to triumph over Grange.”
“Frenzy?” Dash was lost.
Callan explained in clear, concise terms the “frenzy” he was talking about as Dash sat and watched him in shock.
“Damn,” he finally breathed out roughly, checking his tongue for any swelling. “Okay. No gland issue there.”
Now this he didn’t need. Not that he wouldn’t mind having Elizabeth pinned under his body until she conceived the child he had only dreamed of as his own, but he was sure she wouldn’t appreciate the experience. Enjoy it, yes. Thank him for it? She might well kill him for it.