Her pain-filled cry shattered his soul the moment Callan touched her, hard shudders racing over her body as she tightened to breaking point, going to her knees from the pain. Kiowa raced across the room, jerking her to him, his arms enfolding her as her hands gripped his waist, dry heaves spasming her body as she fought back the reactive sickness to the Feline’s touch.
“Shit,” he sighed wearily, one hand cupping her head and holding her close to his chest as she fought for her composure.
“Kiowa, you’re a bastard!” Simon snapped furiously.
“Get out of here,” Kiowa growled. “Just get the hell out until I can figure out what the hell to do. ”
He was aware of their gazes locked on him—Callan and Simon’s filled with anger, Dash’s just quiet, regretful. The emotions filled the air, assaulting his sensitive sense of smell as well as his patience.
“Good luck, buddy,” Dash murmured on his way past him. “Good luck. ”
His hand smoothed down Amanda’s hair as she slowly composed herself, the arm around her waist tightening as she pressed herself closer to him. It had to be unconscious, he thought, she wouldn’t want his warmth, wouldn’t need it. It was biological. An urge brought on by the hormone and the situation nothing more.
She thought he was an animal. And he guessed he was, because it would be a cold day in hell before he would let her go now, no matter what she wanted.
Chapter Thirteen
He thought she was just a child, too immature understand the facts the life. Amanda moved slowly away from Kiowa after the initial reaction to the other man’s touch. The pain had been…horrendous. Every nerve in her body has screamed in agony, rejecting the touch, no matter how helpful.
Moving through the living room, she rubbed her arms slowly, concentrating on just breathing, on allowing the information she had heard to process in her head. She wasn’t a stupid person, and she wasn’t a child. She had managed to understand every word of what she had overhead. And she had overheard a lot. Too much.
“I didn’t mean to call you an animal after…” She waved her hand as she turned back to face him. “I was shocked. ”
“Yes, you did. ” He shrugged his broad shoulders as he refused to accept the apology. “I’ve watched you for a while, Ms. Marion. Several weeks in fact. My impression of you is that you pretty much say what you mean. ”
“So watching me allows you to form a basis for your opinions?” she asked him curiously, trying to still her anger at his arrogance.
“In most cases. ” He nodded sharply before moving past her to the kitchen. “I’ll fix breakfast then you can sleep. We’ll be here for a while, so I guess we’ll be bombarded by Callan and Taber’s wives as well as their sisters. Damned welcoming party, I guess. ”
She turned as he entered the kitchen. The half wall between the two rooms allowed her a clear view to what he was doing. Moving about bare-chested, muscles rippling
as he moved ingredients out of the refrigerator and onto the counter.
She couldn’t exactly call him handsome, though he was definitely unique. At least six feet two inches tall, leanly muscled. If there was an ounce of fat on that body she hadn’t found it. And her hands had been in places they shouldn’t be.
His thick, devil’s black hair fell to his shoulders and when he turned toward her, the stark, well-defined features of his face held her gaze. He was simply mesmerizing. Not handsome, she assured herself. But his sharp nose and well-arched brows over deep black eyes were definitely worth looking at. And his lips.
She really didn’t want to look at his lips. But she did. They made her mouth water at the thought of the pleasure to be had there.
“I heard what they said,” she said. “About the mating. ”
He didn’t pause, his expression never changed.
“So I assumed,” he finally said as he flicked a glance toward her.
“It won’t work,” she told him. “We can’t let this happen, you know we can’t. ”
She couldn’t imagine being tied to this man in such a way. If she thought her brother was hard, then Kiowa was pure steel.
“If you can stand it, then so can I. ” His voice didn’t raise; it didn’t lower. She had seen him furious, heard him enraged, filled with lust and just plain mocking in the few hours she had been with him. This confused her.
“Kiowa…” She licked her lips nervously. “I don’t even know your last name. ”
“I don’t have one. ” He turned away from her, bent at the waist and dragged a teflon skillet from under the cabinet.
“Everyone has a last name,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “You have to have one for a social security number, to get a job. ”
“Innocence is so refreshing,” he said. And dammit, his voice didn’t change. Unemotional. Flat. She was beginning to appreciate her brother more and more.