Fever Claim (The Sigma Menace) (12 page)

“Well, all right then,” Bennett said and reclined back. “Where do we start?”

***

Their hour wrapped up quickly. Cassie scribbled ferociously, pausing only to assess whether or not to include something. She learned much about Guardians and much about the shifters themselves. She’d reflect on that later. With wine.

“I guess, Doc.” Bennett stood. “I’d better be going.” Just like that, he was back to being the competent second-in-command of the West Creek Guardians. Not the haggard, worn looking man who’d experienced horrible personal
tragedy, witnessed trauma as a normal part of his job, and managed to bottle it all up inside so he could face another day. 

Cassie got up to let him out of her office, musing about how she might solidly build a bigger patient base as the confidant of a race of creatures everyone thought was for fairy tales. The things Bennett would be talking about with her at his weekly sessions would sound like they came out of someone’s imagination. Stories she’d have someone committed for …

Oh. Shit.

“Bennett…” Cassie said, closing her door again. “Are vampires real, too?”

Bennett’s deep blues took on a guarded expression. After a moment’s hesitation he spoke. “Yes. Why?”

Cassie released her breath, not realizing she’d been holding it. She leaned her head back against the door, dread building.

“I wish I could tell you, but I can’t. I’ll just say, that I may need to review an old case.”

“They’re dangerous, Cassie. Not as willing to blend as we are. You aren’t our food source like you are for them. Our species are historically at war.”

“Sounds like there’s a story there.”

“There always is, but like you said, we’re out of time, Doc. Jace’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

She wanted to groan. She’d think about Jace over the wine, too. Maybe.

“Remember my story, Doc.” He opened the door behind her, forcing her to move out of the way.

“It’s just so complicated,” she muttered under her breath as he walked away.

“No it’s not,” he called back, continuing down the hall.

Sighing, Cassie returned to her desk to review her next patient. She had a lot to think about—her new case, Bennett, an old case who was now committed in Freemont General Hospital’s psych ward, and Jace. She needed to pick up more wine. And ice cream.

***

It’d been two weeks. Thirteen days, but who’s counting? How much time did she need? She was single. They went nuclear together. And he was still waiting for her to talk to him again.

“Amy,” he said, leaning over the counter. It was the end of the day, the waiting room was bare and the petite receptionist was already mesmerized by him. He looked her directly in the eyes, forcing her gaze to lock with his ice-blue eyes. “Amy, schedule me as Dr. Stockwell’s last patient of the day, in place of the cancellation.”

Five minutes earlier, the cancellation had met with the power of Jace’s stare in the hallway and immediately decided to skip a week in mental health visits. Jace couldn’t force people to do what he wanted, he couldn’t control them, but he could strongly persuade them, and it helped if they secretly wanted to do the task requested of them. Cassie’s last patient really just wanted to go home and put his feet up after a long day. Just like the receptionist really wanted to please a handsome male.

Amy immediately entered Jace’s information into the computer, a flush creeping up her face, her breath coming quicker. This mark was easy.

“Just let me know where her office is, and I’ll see myself there.”

Amy hesitated.

“Amy,” Jace said again, catching her eyes.

She nodded and rattled off directions, holding his stare.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now go home, take a nice bath, and forget about work.”

She nodded, dazed. He left her as she shut down her computer and grabbed her purse.

He made his way through the maze of hallways, never having been in this building but following Cassie’s unique floral and vanilla scent. He’d wanted to kill Bennett over that scent yesterday.

The club had been open, but it was still early and no one was really there. Jace was wrapping up the books when he walked out and caught a whiff of Cassie. And it was coming from Bennett.

Jace hauled Bennett off his stool and pinned him over the bar, his arm across Bennett’s neck. There would have been more of a fight, but Jace used the element of surprise and was a pissed-off mate.

“Wha—?” That was all Bennett could get out, his face turning red.

“Why. Do. You. Have. Her. Scent?” His fangs elongated to rip into Bennett’s throat as soon as he answered.

“Pa-tient,” Bennett spit out.

Not expecting that answer, Jace eased up a bit. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m her patient.”

Jace was confused. Patient? Cassie was a psychologist… Oh. He let the man up off the bar, but held onto his shirt.

“Why do you smell like her?” His anger was starting to gear up again.

“I don’t know,” Bennett said, throwing Jace’s hands off him. “Probably from the candles and shit she has in her office. Smells like a fucking cake, but it’s supposed to be
calming
.” 

Bennett grabbed his stool, righted it, and sat back down in a huff. Jace stood dumbly, not knowing what to do next. The woman had him strung tighter than ninety-nine cents in a dollar store.

“I put in a good word for you, too, bro. But maybe I should tell her to take her time. Think about it for month.” Bennett said, anger in his taunt. “No three months. Maybe your blue balls will teach you a lesson by then.”

“Sorry.”

“Well, lucky for you I get where you’re coming from. Otherwise, I wouldn’t need a shrink.”

“Look man, I’m sorry.” Jace had acted like a dick. He’d heard the rumors about Bennett’s past. Of course, he’d understand.

“Well, you should be. Looks like I drink free all night. All weekend.”

Relieved, Jace said, “You got it, my man. Let me get you a cold one.”

He handed the frosty mug over to Bennett and waited until the man took the first pull. “How’s she doing?”

“Fine,” Bennett said, wiping his mouth. “Overwhelmed.”

“I get that. I get it’s all new. I’m new, but she has to feel it.”

Bennett lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “We all have shit in our past, fucking up our future. Even humans.”

How profound.

It got Jace thinking, though. She’d asked him not to call. Didn’t trust having him in her home. But she couldn’t turn away a patient.

That thought led him to her office door. He heard her in there, typing away. He didn’t sense anyone in the nearby offices. Perfect.

He opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind him. “Dr. Stockwell.”

Cassie’s heart stopped as she swiveled toward the door. He was here.
Ohmigod.
He was devastating. His woodsy, fresh scent filled her office, overpowering the calming candle scents that were doing nothing for her now. His eyes shined, like he was stalking prey. Today he was wearing a black muscle shirt, black jeans, and his Harley boots. Not much different from when she’d last seen him, but the effect no less enticing.

The set of his jaw determined, he stalked closer. She remained sitting, leaning farther back into her chair, wishing she could disappear into it. For two weeks, she’d done well avoiding thinking about him, at least for ten-minute-long stretches. Her condo was cleaner than it’d ever been. Her living room even had a new paint job. She’d run more than she ever had in her life. That had nothing to do with her massive ice cream and wine consumption.

When he reached her, he squatted down in front of her between her knees, as far they were allowed to spread in her A-line skirt. She tried not to think about what she decided to wear today in her usual attempt to look like a mature, mental health professional, and not a coed. The thigh-high stockings and garters were just because she hated the way pantyhose sagged after a long day.

His eyes briefly closed as he inhaled her scent.

“Cassie,” he breathed.

Her heart pounded. She couldn’t think straight if he kept doing this, kept making her feel like the most special being, the highlight of his life.

“J. Miller,” she said, repeating the file name she was given before he entered her life again.

His mouth cocked up on the side causing her stomach to summersault. Her center was already warming, making her want to squirm in her seat, but afraid of where that would lead her, where it would lead them.

“I needed to see you.” His eyes roamed up and down her body, pausing on her exposed garter line, his nostrils flaring.

She tried to sit up straighter, show a little less leg, but it was impossible with him parked in between her thighs. It was impossible when all she really wanted to do was slide down closer and rub against him, ease the burn that was spreading. Ease the ache that had been plaguing her for weeks.

“You could’ve called,” she said.

“You told me not to.” He finally raised his gaze to hers, jaw clenched. “I was respecting your wishes.”

She didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what to tell him. Her doctor’s brain said to tell him the truth. Yet what good would it do. His kind wouldn’t understand. Her time with Bennett showed her how important mating was to shifters. They became each other’s worlds, you didn’t know where one person ended and their mate began. That terrified her, on so many levels. That this man, the one she’d been avoiding even looking at for months, could be hers completely. She’d be his even
more
completely. Bonded to his life force. If something happened to him, that was it. She was toast. If nothing happened to him. She was his. For centuries…

“Cassie, give me a chance,” he pleaded quietly.

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again. She didn’t know what to say. She was scared to accept him. Scared she’d have the courage to tell him to go away.

“Cassie.” He exhaled her name. His eyelids fell half-mast, he leaned in and captured her mouth.

He took control and she gave it up to him, their tongues twining and dancing around each other. His large, warm hands caressed her thighs, running up and down their length. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on as he moved one hand past her garters, stroking her through her panties.

She almost came instantly, crying out against his mouth.

He gripped her panties and tried to tug them down. The weight of her sitting made it difficult, the garters fueling his desire. He growled, rising to his feet, bringing her with him, their tongues still entwined.

Instead of sliding the panties down, he twisted them off entirely. He caught her surprise with his mouth and raised her skirt up past her bare bottom. His hard length pressed against her belly; she ran her hands down his broad shoulders, down his stomach, and popped open the fastener on his jeans.

Once the zipper came down, his member sprang free into her waiting hand. Holding her to him, he kicked the chair out of the way, and moved her backward, lifting her onto her desk. Supplies fell in a distant clatter, but it didn’t matter if it was her computer falling to the floor. Nothing would stop what was going to happen next.

He used his hands to lift her legs around his sides. She guided the steel length of him to her. Without pause, he slid into her slick heat. She sighed into his mouth as he gripped her legs. They were wrapped around him so tightly, his thrusts weren’t deep. They rocked together a few times, priming the need raging through them both until he slid his hands to her knees, pushing her legs farther apart so he could pump into her. He leaned over her, licking her tongue with his.

She held onto his shoulders, gladly allowing her body to be dominated by him. There’d been too many long nights of interrupted dreams. Dreams about Jace, so real she could feel him on her skin, smell him on her sheets, woke her up panting, alone, and unrequited. Her body had been waiting for him.

Every thrust was ecstasy. They kept their mouths fused together, muffling their groans and cries until the final stab sent them both over the edge. Cassie screamed into his mouth, clutching him for dear life as the orgasm ripped through her.

They rocked gently together with the aftershocks, their bodies squeezing out every bit of pleasure possible. Cassie buried her head into his neck, breathing hard.

He slid out of her and helped her off her desk. She felt empty without his heat filling her.

Her rational thoughts returned, lining up into something resembling common sense. While someone else may dream of intense office sex, she took her position too seriously to risk termination. She worked damn hard to get here, all on her own… had the student loans to prove it.

“You should go.” Cassie gazed at the floor while straightening her skirt.

Jace glanced at her, buttoning his jeans after tucking all his maleness back into place, and sighed. “I came here to talk with you, not…” He gestured toward the desk. “Can we meet later? Tomorrow? Whenever?”