Megan's Mark (26 page)

“I need you at Sanctuary,” the doctor said as she took the final vial of blood and packed it in her case. “The samples aren’t going to be enough soon. We need to keep a close watch on the Mating signs, compare them to the others.”

Sanctuary wasn’t a place Megan figured she wanted to be confined to. She had seen reports on the high security compound the Felines called a home base, and she didn’t think much of it. She couldn’t handle being watched like that, day in and day out, knowing that the moment she stepped out of those gates any number of people were photographing her, profiling her and attempting to determine her weaknesses as the journalists often did the Breeds and their wives.

“That’s okay.” Megan rubbed at her arm before rising from the bed and moving stiffly to the robe she had laid across a chair. “I’m doing fine here.”

She was living for a change. She restrained her smile, reliving the sheer exhilaration of the chase earlier and the knowledge that no matter how close it had been, they had won.

“The Mating is different with you.” Dr. Money sat comfortably at the end of the bed, watching her with a hint of confusion. “Biting is normally rarely done, and only during sexual situations. Braden is the first Breed male to bite outside of that situation. The bite is different as well. Deeper than normal and if I’m not mistaken, which I’m usually not, the hormone he’s injecting into you is more potent. The scent around the bite is stronger than the others. This will increase instinctive responses and emotions. Be careful of that, especially where anger is concerned. It seems anger and arousal are the two responses it increases first. Judgment can be hindered in some cases, and it’s not always easy to control.”

No shit. But strangely enough, the bite didn’t hurt.

Megan reached up, rubbing at the muscle as she flexed her shoulder. It was the only spot on her body that wasn’t sore.

“It’s already beginning to heal,” the doctor pointed out. “That’s odd as well, considering the depth of the bite. I can’t do the proper tests this way, Megan. And until I can see what’s going on, I have no idea what’s causing it.”

“Ask Braden,” she snorted. “He’s the one that bit me.”

She was no one’s lab experiment and she wasn’t going to start now. Maybe later, she amended.

“If Jonas had learned anything from him he would have let me know.” Morrey shrugged her shoulders gracefully. “I’ll get the samples I need from Braden before I leave, but still, this isn’t enough. I need you back at the labs.”

Yeah, Megan bet she did. She eyed the other woman carefully, uncomfortable with the emotionless core she could sense in the doctor.

“This has to finish here.” She finally sighed wearily. “Hiding won’t help, no matter the excuse we use. And I’m tired of hiding. When it’s finished, maybe I’ll visit for a while.”

Dr. Morrey stared back at her serenely. “You could die here, and we’ll never learn what caused the anomalies you’re showing. Just the initial exam is showing several differences between you and the other mates at Sanctuary. Braden’s hormones are reacting in a different manner than those of the other Breeds. I need to study this.”

“You have blood, skin, vaginal, saliva and a multitude of other samples to go on.” Megan crossed her arms over her breasts as she stared back at the doctor. “It will have to be enough.”

A reluctant smile tipped the doctor’s thin lips. “You don’t have much give in you, do you, Miss Fields?” she pointed out.

“Sometimes too much,” Megan admitted wryly. “And you’re avoiding telling me what this biting stuff is all about. What the hell is going on?”

Dr. Morrey pursed her lips tightly for a moment.

“The hormone we carry during Mating Heat has some peculiar properties,” she admitted. “Over time, and the time varies from Mating to Mating, it begins to affect the non-Breed mate on the genetic level. The bite today…” She shrugged as she waved her hand in confusion. “That has never happened before. But I’ve noticed with the other females that their healing rates increase after Mating, as do their immunity levels. I suspect it was an instinctive action that resulted from the extremity of the situation. I’ll know more after I the levels of the hormone in Braden’s saliva and semen.”

Megan’s eyes widened as she swallowed tightly. “It’s in the semen too?” A vision of her on her knees, Braden’s cock spurting heavily into her mouth, flashed before her eyes.

“The hormone levels are actually much higher there.”

The doctor nodded as she closed up the case that held the samples and began gathering her tools of torture together.

“Especially in the barb. The hormone potency there is amazingly high from the few samples we’ve managed to acquire.” The short, mocking laughter the doctor gave as she leveled a look at her was faintly bitter. “It’s almost impossible to get samples from the barb. We got lucky with Merinus, once. The hormone travels so quickly into the womb that it’s almost impossible to get a sample. For some reason, the barb only emerges vaginally.” She shrugged philosophically. “Such is a doctor’s quest, I guess.”

Megan kept her mouth shut. No way in hell was she going to reveal the oral injection she received. With her luck, she’d be jerked into Sanctuary so damned fast it would make hers and Braden’s heads spin. She wanted nothing to do with Sanctuary right now, despite the edge of guilt that filled her. The Breeds deserved their freedom, and they deserved to know what nature was doing to them. But she knew that the danger surrounding her would only intensify if it wasn’t dealt with now.

She cleared her throat carefully. “Well, maybe you’ll get lucky one of these days.”

“We could only hope.” The doctor snorted. “Until then, we do our best with what we have. One day, we’ll figure it all out.”

Megan nodded with what she considered impressive seriousness. She could feel the betraying blush threatening to rise beneath her skin, and she knew the doctor, being a damned Breed, would have no trouble whatsoever…

“It would really help, my dear, if you would at least give me the information I need.” The doctor, Elyiana, slanted her look from the corner of her eyes as she leaned over the case and fidgeted with the lock. “I know how to keep my mouth shut in the interests of science, you know.”

Shit.

Megan opened her eyes wide.

“I’ve told you everything I know,” she promised as she fought any betraying evidence of a lie.

“Nothing more at all?” Elyiana arched her brow curiously. “Strange, start talking about that barb and the hormone levels and your pulse rate go sky high. Has Braden ever mentioned that subterfuge has a scent?”

“Actually, he says a lie does,” she retorted calmly.

Elyiana smiled demurely. “One could say denial comes in many forms,” she pointed out. “As do lies. And the scent changes for each. You can keep your secrets for only so long, Megan. Eventually you have to face the consequences of the Mating and its reactions on your body. Hiding it will do you no good, and it will do nothing but make it harder to help you and Braden.”

“We’re doing fine.” Megan frowned at the subtle chastisement. “No problems whatsoever.”

“Very well.” The doctor tilted her head in a small, mocking nod. “I’ll leave you in peace to calm your mate. Jonas is rather good at inciting his anger.”

Megan’s shoulders dropped. “Yeah, I heard them.”

Elyiana shot her a quiet, probing look before flattening her lips and heading to the door. “I’ll leave you to him then,” she said again. “If you need me, have Braden contact Jonas and I’ll come out. Though I do encourage you to come to Sanctuary.” She gripped the doorknob, glancing over her shoulder and spearing Megan with a disagreeable look. “It could mean more than just your life, Megan. It could affect others as well.”

“Elyiana…” Megan kept her voice soft as the doctor paused in front of the door. “The potency of the hormone in the barb?”

“Yes?” The doctor watched her with a quiet calm.

“Maybe…” She cleared her throat. “Maybe it’s different if it’s delivered in a different way.” She felt the flush rising in her face. Damn this was hard. “Rather than vaginally, I mean.”

“Orally?” Elyiana’s eyes narrowed as Megan nodded jerkily.

“For some reason,” the doctor continued, “the reports we have from the mated pairs show that the males do not allow ejaculation during oral sex.”

Megan cleared her throat again. “Maybe Braden is just odd.”

Talk about uncomfortable. Letting this woman know the pleasures she and Braden shared wasn’t easy.

“Thank you, Megan.” The doctor allowed a fleeting smile to cross her lips. “I’ll add this into my own private notes to investigate further. But I will still need you at Sanctuary as soon as possible. For your own safety if nothing else.”

With that oblique comment, she turned the doorknob and left the room. Now. Megan just had to get rid of her family.

The heli-jet lifted from the desert, its engines muted as it hovered for a second before heading back to the Virginia compound. Elyiana sat in the back, her case of blood, semen and saliva samples carefully locked into a storage compartment beside her. A dim light lit the interior from overhead, casting shadows across the floor as Jonas stepped from the cockpit and sat down lazily across from her.

“The hormonal changes are much more apparent with her. Braden has wasted no time in marking her.”

Elyiana met Jonas’s intent silver eyes. They were spooky. No, they were damned scary.

“I can’t be certain without the proper tests.” She sighed in resignation. “But all evidence is leaning that way. The bites he has inflicted could have a lot to do with it. The bites were close enough to the jugular to ensure the hormone was delivered directly to the bloodstream. Her hearing is more acute, as is her ability to heal. I’ll know more when I get the samples back to the labs, but I would guess the hormone Braden carries is much more potent than normal.”

“Why?” Even his voice was dangerous.

“He’s one of the few whose lion DNA is stronger than the scientists anticipated.” She shrugged. “It’s one of the reasons he escaped the harsher punishments within the Labs and reached the higher assassin status, as you well know. I would guess that would explain why the hormone is more potent. It makes sense.”

The growl that rumbled in Jonas’s chest was terrifying to hear. It wasn’t the normal sound of displeasure that a male lion would utter. But was he upset with her, or Braden?

Most likely her; he seemed particularly intent on her lately.

“Don’t be deliberately obtuse, Elyiana,” he growled, flashing his incisors dangerously. “Why would he need to bite her in such a manner? He’s acting on instinct; I can sense this myself. Now why?”

She stared back at him thoughtfully. “I don’t know, unless the hormone and his own instincts are attempting to overcome the contraceptive. In the previous human mates the genetic differences in them after conception have led to advanced immunity and healing abilities. It could be a primal compensation of some sort. A way of ensuring either conception or the hormonal balance that would allow that healing and higher immunity. I suspect the latter. She’s already showing advanced sensory sensitivity. Hearing, eyesight. I suspect it’s one of nature’s little tricks to ensure that his mate has every advantage to fight beside him.”

And wouldn’t others be very interested to know this.

Elyiana was very aware of the danger this could place Braden’s mate in. The mated pairs so far stayed within Sanctuary for their own protection and to allow the vast array of tests needed to research the Mating phenomenon.

Braden and Megan would never stay within Sanctuary.

Braden was as wild as the wind, he always had been. And it seemed his mate was no different.

“We need her at Sanctuary. No matter the cost,” Jonas informed her coldly, his anger obviously directed at Braden rather than her.

“She won’t come.” Elyiana was certain of that.

Some Breeds were like that. Confinement only made them more dangerous, more volatile. It was one of the reasons that some of their best fighters had died in the Labs.

The Council had been unable to control them.

Elyiana considered herself an able fighter, an intelligent, strong woman. But Jonas terrified the shit out of her.

“I want those test results quickly,” he told her softly, his voice cold, demanding as he stared at her out of those eerie, silver eyes. “Very quickly, Elyiana. Is that understood?”

“Yes.” She fought to keep her mind blank, her emotions under control. She had been doing it for years, for so long that no one had been able to rattle her until Jonas. “I understand.”

“Very good.”

She watched as he rose to his feet, a strong flow of movement, graceful and dangerous all at once as he moved back to the cockpit. As the thin panel between the two areas slid shut, she took a deep, steadying breath. He wanted results, but no more than she did. It could mean the difference between her freedom and her own destruction.

The Mating Heat wouldn’t be able to stay hidden much longer, which she knew was causing the Breed Ruling Cabinet to become concerned. Once information leaked of the advanced immunity and sensory abilities within the non-Breed mate. and the suspected aging delay, world opinion could turn against them with a violence Sanctuary might not survive.

As long as the Breeds portrayed themselves as weak, unable to fight the evil Council and the Purist societies, then the world would look favorably upon them. They weren’t a risk, or a threat. But once the truth emerged, only God knew what would happen.

They were fighting a losing battle though. Already suspicion was gaining among journalists. In nearly ten years neither Callan Lyons nor his mate, Merinus, seemed to have aged a day. The Mating marks on the shoulders of the mates had been glimpsed several times, and various scientists were commenting on it. Several Council scientists, captured during the rescues of the Breeds when word first emerged, had revealed their suspicions of the Mating, though none knew the full extent of it.

At the moment, Sanctuary was their only secure base. The old genteel Southern mansion was surrounded by several hundred acres of forested land and provided the Breeds there a stable, safe haven. They stayed within their own borders and, other than military or law enforcement assignments they were sought for, they rarely ventured among the populace. Though Elyiana knew this wouldn’t last for much longer.