Mountain Moonlight (4 page)

This wasn’t happening. What had gotten  into him? “You’re hurting me, dammit!

Let me go, Peter, before you do something you will regret.”

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She’d heard this conversation over and over  again from him, but he’d never acted this violently. Her arm ached, her shoulder  stretched so tight she felt like it would popout of its socket if he didn’t let loose soon.

“You need a mate. Someone to dominate you.”

She shuddered in revulsion when  his tongue  snaked out and swiped her neck. “You need a cold shower and a fuck with some  other woman,” she countered. “Because you’re
 
never
 
going to get that from  me!”

“Won’t I? I think it’s long past time I force the issue. You will be mine, if I have tofuck you without your  consent.”

She stilled. He wouldn’t do that. She’d tell everyone he raped her. Though it wouldn’t matter at that point. Once he took her, she would be forever bound to him.

And he knew that. Had he become so desperate to have her he was willing to resort to rape?

Don’t do  this, Peter. Don’t ruin both our lives.

He pushed her forward, heading for the bedroom. Okay, time to  think.  She had to clear her head. She had to force  herself to  relax, calm down and stem the panic that bubbled up  in her suddenly dry throat. She  had  to think this through, figure out how to stop him before it was too late.

As a human she was no match for him. Peter  was much taller and stronger. But as a wolf, she’d  stand a better chance of either  wounding him in some way or maneuveringher way free so she could run.

“Peter, stop this. You don’t want me this way.”

His voice was barely  recognizable, dripping  with sarcasm. “I’ll take you any way I can get you. With or  without your consent. Trust me, Katya. You’ll like it. I’m good, baby. Really, really good. I’ll have  you whimpering to come in no time at all.”

The visuals conjured up by his words made  her nauseous. But she let him push herdown the hall, relaxing against him as if  she’d given up the fight and would go along with him now.

In response, he loosened his hold, enough  that when he laid her down on the bedshe forced the shift. Her teeth elongated first and before he had a chance to pin herdown, she sank them deep into his arm.

Peter screamed and yanked his arm away. “You bitch! You’ll pay for that!”

She scrambled off the bed but he caught  her hair before she could escape the bedroom. Tears filled her eyes as he dragged her back by her ponytail, then threw her tothe floor, shifting partially so that  his strength overpowered her. Pulling his arm back, he struck her across the face, his unsheathed  claws tearing into  her skin. An explosion rocked her temporarily blind. Searing fire burned along her temple and cheek, rendering her momentarily dazed.

While she fought for clarity, he sat on top of her middle and began to tear at her clothes.

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No! No, no, no! This was
 
not
 
going to happen!

Dizziness pounded at her and she struggled to keep Peter’s face in focus. Warm liquid oozed  down her neck. She didn’t need  to touch it to know it was blood.

He ripped her shirt open, reaching for her  breasts and squeezing them so hard that pain shot through her.

“You’re going to pay for making me wait,” he growled. “And for riding that bastard Devlin instead of me!”

She wished she was still dressed instead of just her long shirt and underwear. Hequickly tore her panties, reaching for the zipper of his pants and yanking it down.

Bile rose up in her throat and she was  afraid she’d throw up. She was too angry to feel the fear. Too livid to just lie there and let him rape her. No way was she giving up without a fight. She tamped down the nausea and continued to force her body to change, her strength growing more with each passing second.

It was a race to see which one of them could complete the transformation first, since

he could easily take  her in wolf form, too.  Her fingernails became claws and she lashed  out at him with wolf strength, pushing him off long enough to scramble onto her haunches and tear into his upper arm with her teeth. Peter screamed, but his rage made  him stronger and he jumped back on top of  her, flipping her over onto her stomach and  pressing his knee into her upper back.

She couldn’t breathe! He’d cut off her  oxygen, the shock delaying her ability tocompletely change. But he’d had  plenty of  time, nearly half shifted now and growing instrength.

“I want to take you like this. Human to  human. I want to hear you scream when I sink my cock into you.”

“I won’t scream for you, you sonofabitch,” she managed between gasping breaths.  “And if you rape me, you will suffer the consequences,” she bit back, her teeth clenchedin an effort to force him off her.

His laughter spoke of near hysteria. “I know  the laws here as well as you. Lupinelaw supersedes human and you know that. Now  spread your legs so I can take what’s mine.”

She’d die fighting him before she ever let  him touch her. She’d  just wait him outagain, relax enough that he’d let down his guard. Only this time she’d go for his throat.

But when she felt the tip of his cock against her buttocks, she began to worry.  If hesucceeded in penetrating her, all was lost. He could rightly claim her as his.

Sweat poured from her as she fought. Her  skin burned where his claws dug in to hold her down. When he growled and ripped into her shoulder with  his teeth, she knew she had to do something now.  But she couldn’t breathe with  his weight on  top of her. Without air,  she couldn’t struggle, couldn’t fight.

Goddamn it! She hated being a woman.

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Peter would pay for this. Somehow, someway, if she had to kill the prick herself, he’d pay for what he was about to do. She  gritted her teeth and prepared to fight him,no matter the outcome.

Suddenly, his weight on her eased, then disappeared.

She sucked in a breath, oxygen filling her compressed lungs, then flipped over, stunned to see Conner snarling at Peter as he  held him in a chokehold. Peter dug his claws into Conner’s forearm in an effort to  pull him off. Despite the fact the men were about equal in size, Conner controlled him as if he was a small pup.

Katya struggled to  stand, then dragged the cover off the bed and wrapped it around herself. Exhausted from that slight effort, she flopped onto  the edge of the bed, her limbs shaking too hard to stand.

“Are you all right?” Conner asked, still maintaining his hold on Peter.

Her throat was dry and she was near tears, hating her  body’s reaction to this event.  She nodded and croaked out, “Yes.”

Conner turned his attention to Peter, squeezing Peter’s throat tighter. “When a woman says no, it means no,” Conner snarled. “Haven’t you ever learned that?”

“She’s mine!” Peter choked, his face red with fury. “She’s always been mine.”

Conner’s lethal smile was unnerving. As was his calm voice when he said, “Didn’t look to me like she was yours. In  fact, what happened in here looks suspiciously like attempted rape.”

Peter stilled. “You have no authority here. Stay out of our business.”

“I’m here, and I’m knee-deep in your business, dumbass. Pay real close attention because I’m only going to say this once. You touch her again—I’ll kill you.”

“And I said—”

Peter’s next  words were cut off because Conner growled, his  claws extending further until a line of red appeared at Peter’s  throat, precariously close to a vital artery.  “Are you listening now?”

Katya couldn’t resist the upward curve of her lips as Peter finally stopped struggling. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head, his cheeks red and puffed out as he struggled to speak. “Yes. I hear you!”

Noah tore through the  doorway, skidding to a halt. His gaze darted in all directions of the room, quickly assessing what move to  make first. “Got everything under control in here?”

Conner nodded, his face and body returning  to human state. “Yeah. Take this scum and lock him up somewhere until I’ve  had a chance to talk to Katya.”

Noah glanced over at Katya. Seeing the horror and anger on his face, she resisted the urge to  smooth her tangled  hair away from her face and wipe  the blood  from hercheek. She had to look a lot worse than she felt.

Then again, she felt pretty bad right now. “Is  Elena with you?” she asked Noah.

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“She was earlier, but then she left, saying she was going in to town to meet some  friends and she’d be out the rest of the night.”

Katya nodded. Elena knew many people in  the valley and often stopped off to visit  with them. She wouldn’t  be back until morning.

“You need me to go find her?” Noah asked.

Managing a smile despite the shooting pain  in her cheek, she shook her head. “No,  I’ll be fine. Just get
 
him
 
out of my room.”

“Gladly. Come on, prick. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to  figure out what  happened in  here tonight. You’re lucky Conner  found you first. He’s much nicer than I  am. Otherwise you’d  be dead by  now.”

Noah dragged Peter from the room. As soon as they were out of eyesight, her  shoulders slumped and she began to shake, hating to show weakness in front of Conner  but unable to prevent the physiological reaction to the attack. One of the drawbacks to  being partially human—dealing with human biological  functions.

And now a stranger tended to her. He  sat  next to her on the  bed, looking as uncomfortable as she felt. Twice he lifted his hand as if he’d wrap his arm around her,  then settled it down at his side again. Tension tightened the  muscles of his thigh as it brushed against hers.

“Let me go get someone from the hotel to help you.”

He stood but she reached for his arm. “Please don’t. I don’t want anyone to  know.” Calling attention to herself was never a good  idea. And being lupine meant the hotel  doctor couldn’t be called in. Since Conner  was well aware of that fact, she knew he

wouldn’t offer to fetch  the physician.

He studied her, then nodded. “Tell me what you need.”

Grateful he hadn’t tried to treat her like a  helpless woman, she said, “I’ll be fine

here alone.”

“No, you’re not going to be alone. I know enough about trauma to realize that’s the last thing you need. You’re injured. How  about we start by cleaning you up and  assessing the damage?”

She was almost afraid to look, but Conner was right. As it was, she could  barely stand up.

“Any bones broken?”

She shook her head.

“Where does it hurt?”

Turning her head to look at him, she said, “Everywhere.”

He grimaced. “Looks like it. Noah’s  right. I should have  killed him.”

“You made the right choice. My people  will deal with him in their own way.”

“Can you stand?”

She nodded. “Might need some help. My legs won’t stop shaking.”

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“That’s just  a fight-or-flight reaction. From  the looks of  you, I’d say you put up one hell of a fight.”

The pride in his voice made her smile. “I tried. Sonofabitch was bigger than me.”

“Which is why he should have never forced  himself on  you like that. Goddamn it! It pisses me off when men get their  rocks off by overpowering women.”

He slid his hands under her arms and lifted her to a standing position, then  let her  lean on him as they moved into the bathroom. He seated her on the ample corner of the

tub.

“Sit here. I’m going to run a bath for you  and see if we can’t eliminate some of the

bloodstains.”

We? What the hell did he mean by “we”?  She watched him turn on the faucets andtest the water temperature, then rummage through the  bath salts on the  edge of the tub.  “This isn’t quite muscle relaxing, but it’ll  do,” he said, pouring some lavender salts under the tap water.

The smell of lavender shortly filled the room, relaxing her enough that her legs stopped shaking. “I think  I can take it from here.”

But instead of leaving, he crossed his arms and shook his head. “I’m not leaving you alone, and since your cousin’s  not here, you’re stuck with me.”

“I’m not bathing with you in the room.”

“Yeah, you  are, because I’m not leaving you  alone.”

His voice was commanding, yet gentle. Not  at all like Peter’s show of power. The fact he didn’t coddle her or treat  her like  a victim was comforting. He was just…here. And that helped. Much as she’d rather have  crawled into bed and pulled the covers over her head until she healed, Conner was right. She needed to clean up and assess the damage, at least estimate how long before  the lupine part of her healed her body.

When the bath was full, Conner shut off  the water and turned to her. “Drop theblanket and get in. I’ll hold onto your hands  for support.”