Feral, Chapter Two, Part One

Chapter 2
    While Riley wrestled with his demons in the living room, Samantha tried desperately to make sense of what had happened tonight. She sank into the steaming hot water in the tub. Grateful again that she'd taken this flat. Her rattled nerves needed the calm that only a good soak could give her. Even if the heat did nothing to calm other parts of her. Damn him. She slapped the water and sat up. She couldn't even make it through five minutes without thinking about him. She really needed to get a grip on her emotions before she went back out there.
    There was no denying that there was still something very real between them. But no way was she ready to throw in the towel and forgive him. Not by a long shot. And there was no way she was going to give in to the crazy things his body did to hers whenever they came within 2 feet of each other.
    So, where did that leave her? Sitting in a hot tub thinking even hotter thoughts about a man she hadn't thought she'd ever see again. Sill confused about who the other guy had been. Why, according to ol' brown eyes out there, he'd been sent by someone to see to her untimely death. And where they were supposed to go from here.
    She knew where her traitorous body wished they'd go. And her heart seconded that. But her head just couldn't follow suit. Damn logic anyway!
    She slapped the water again and gave up.  She was standing, dripping water on the deep pile peach colored rug when she realized that her robe was laying on her bed where she'd left it this morning while getting dressed for work. No way was she walking out there like this. His vows to the contrary notwithstanding, she wasn't going to put that much temptation in front of him right now.
     There was a soft tap on the door while she stood there trying to decide what to do. "Hey, thought you might need this." She heard the chuckle in his voice and could just imagine the look on his face.
     She opened the door a crack and tried her best to stand behind it.  She held her hand out for the robe. He smirked and hung it over her hand.
    "You know you're being ridiculous right? It's not like I haven't already seen every sweet inch of you." The wolf's grin was back, as was that strange light in his eyes. A mix of playfulness and raw animal hunger. It got her every time. She shivered and tried in vain to blame it on the water that was slowly drying on it's own from her naked skin.
     She snatched her arm back and shut the door. I am such a coward. She thought as she wrapped the fluffy pink robe around herself. Probably not the sexiest thing she owned. But certainly the most comfortable. She shook her hair out and slid her now dry feet into the zebra print slippers she kept tucked under the sink.
     She remembered all too well what he'd seen, and touched before. That was the problem. If he was a complete stranger that had come to her rescue, she wouldn't be standing here like an idiot again. Trying to keep the door between them for as long as she could. She sighed and reached for the doorknob.
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~Tabz

Feral, Chapter One, Part Three

     Looking back at the wrecked flat, she tried to take stock of what was salvageable. She walked to the coat closet and pulled out the broom. She began sweeping the shattered glass out onto the balcony. Anything to keep from having to look at the man who lay on her couch. His head leaned back against the arm giving her a full view of his neck and naked chest.
    Damn it! Did he have to be so blasted good looking. It ought to be illegal for any man to look that delicious. Even with the injured arm and everything else, she could feel her defenses slipping. One by one the bricks were falling.
    "Sam." Riley lifted his head and looked her in the eye. "We still need to talk. And I have to leave soon." he shifted his weight on the couch and held up his hand.
     Sam just stood there. She wasn't sure what he was going to say, but she was pretty sure she wasn't going to like it. She also wished there was anywhere to sit but the couch. Being so close to him rattled her already over sensitized nerves. He grinned at her hesitation. “I’m not going to rape you Sam. Although, at another time, the idea has potential."
    That heart melting smile came out again. Along with a silent challenge in his eyes. Her knees suddenly felt like jello. Somehow she didn't think it would ever come close to rape. You can't rape the willing. And if she didn't find a way to keep some distance between them, he would find out that that idea worked both ways.
    She gave herself a mental shake to knock the steamy images out of her head that shouldn't have been there in the first place and decided that retreat was NOT the better part of valor. She leaned the broom against the counter and walked back over to the couch intending to take her seat in the corner again. Riley had other ideas as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down on his lap. This time she sat up, like he was nothing more than a very comfortable couch cushion.
    Except that there was no doubting that Riley was all man. He was all solid muscle that shifted under her in ways that made it hard to breathe. And just then Sam was trying very hard not to breathe, or wiggle in any way. It wasn't easy.
    Riley took it upon himself at that minute to shift his weight on the couch again. Garnering a scathing look and a gasp from Sam as body parts connected that she had been working very hard at keeping as far apart as possible. His silent chuckle did nothing to help either as his body shook with the effort of trying not to outright laugh at her.
    "I promise Sweetheart. I'm not going to bite you. At least not right now. So will you please relax. I can't help the fact that I still want you and I refuse to try and deny it. Neither one of us are kids anymore." He reached up and tugged her hair again. It seemed to be his favorite thing to do. "So sit still. All that wiggling is breaking my concentration."
    Ugh! He really did think he was irresistible to her didn't he? Problem was he was probably right. She sighed and tried very hard to sit perfectly still.
    "Now that I have your attention. Where was I?" He still had one lock of her hair twisted around his fingers. He continued to play with it as he talked. "Like I said before, leaving you wasn't my idea. It certainly wasn't my choice. I was waiting around for you to grow up so I could marry you."
     That half grin flashed into being again and Sam swallowed hard. This was ridiculous! You'd think she was still that 17 year old kid who melted every time he looked at her. She was damn near 27 for Goddess sake.
    Get a grip girl! Before he wraps you around his little finger and then disappears again. Remembering the pain that caused last time was enough to bring her back to reality. And she held onto it like a life line with both hands.
    "Then what happened?" She hoped her voice sounded a bit more steady to him than it did to her own ears. "One minute we were having a ball. The time of our lives, then, poof! You were gone and that tyrant of a cousin of yours was giving me the "Dear Jane" routine."
    Even now she could remember the arrogant look on her face as she'd delivered the "bad news" that Riley was gone. "Family concerns" that had nothing to do with her and could she please not try and call. It would be better off for everybody if Sam just forgot she’d ever met Riley. Thank you and have a nice day as the door closed quietly in her face.
    "I'm sorry kitten. It wasn't my fault. I was 19. I went where they told me too. That's the way my Family works." The way he put such emphasis on the word family seemed like it should be capitalized.
    Riley stopped playing with her hair long enough to stroke her cheek. "I didn't even find out what they'd done until it was too late. I was on a plane to half a world away when my aunt told me that I wouldn't be allowed to see you when I came home."
    So he hadn't left because he wanted to? Fine. But that didn't absolve him of not doing something about it afterwards. "But it's been 10 years Riley. And as you pointed out, we aren't kids anymore. So why didn't you try to find me? And how did you know where I was now? None of this makes any sense."
    "I know. And I promise, I'll explain everything. But not tonight. All I can say is that my family is very strict. And there are certain, traditions, that have to be followed. One of which is returning to our family home. I didn't know that I had to go until it was too late."
    The absolutely dejected look on his face was more than any woman could take. She reached out and tucked a stray strand of jet black hair behind his ear, and smiled. That same stray lock had been her favorite toy back when. Well, that and kissing him. But she didn't think that would be wise right now.
    Instead she settled for returning to his lap. If she was gonna let him get under her skin like this again, she might as well enjoy it. He didn't resist. He simply wrapped his good arm around her and sighed.
    He rested his chin on her head for a minute before breaking the silence. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I really have to go. It will be morning soon."
    What did that have to do with anything? She sat up and looked him in the eye. "So let me guess. You're about to disappear again aren't you?" The tears started to well up again as she saw the guilt in his eyes. She growled and pushed away from him. It wasn't fair dammit!
    He tried to reach for her with his wounded arm but only succeeded in groaning as pain shot through it. Samantha used her own momentum to leave the couch and put as much space between them as she could. How could he!
    She rounded on him, murder in her eyes. "You should have let him kill me. At least that way I wouldn't have to watch you go again." She wanted to scream at him, she wanted to cut his heart out. She wanted to drop to her knees and beg him not to go. But she couldn't do any of those things. So she just stood there, her fists clenched so hard she could feel her nails drawing blood on her palms.
    Riley hauled himself up off the couch with his good arm and took the three steps across the room to stand in front of her, his boots crunching the broken glass back into sand. He tried to reach for her, but was left hanging as she spun and headed into the kitchen. Putting the solid depth of the breakfast counter between them.
    "Sam, I'm not going to disappear again. I couldn't now even if I wanted to. Which I don't." He saw the look in her eyes. He knew that look. He'd seen it many times since leaving her. It was the look of a cornered animal. Half fear, half fight. Either one could win. He hated to be the reason for it. But he couldn't stay here with her. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. His heart broke at thinking that he might very well have to leave her again. For her own safety. But telling her that right now would probably push her over the edge. And he couldn't do it.
    Samantha leaned against the refrigerator behind her and tried very hard not to cry. She wished she could start this night over. She'd have taken that extra shift when Steven had offered it if it meant she didn't have to do this. Stand here and pretend she wasn't going to completely fall apart when he walked out that door.
    Instead she sighed and looked him in the eye. "So what happens now?"
    "Now, you are going to get in that monster tub I saw in there while I clean up this mess, since you seem so adamant about it." He smiled halfheartedly at her. "And then I'm going to put you in bed." A light flared in his eyes as he said it but Sam was trying hard to pretend she wasn't seeing it or the images that skirted her own vision.
    He held up his hand as she started to protest. "Sweetheart, don't fight me. You are exhausted. Just do this for me." Now she could hear how weary his own voice sounded.
    She decided to take his advice. She did need to wash the dirt and broken glass off. And try to process everything that had happened. “Fine. But don't think this lets you off the hook. At some point we will finish this conversation." She yawned and took the three steps to the bathroom door. "And don't get any ideas, Mr. Kacey. I'm locking the door."
He smiled and watched her go. She had no idea that he could splinter that door to dust if he wanted to. But if it made her feel better to put something solid between them, so be it.
    Maybe it was for the best anyway. It would be dawn soon. And if he wasn't back at the compound by the time his brother awoke, there would be hell to pay. As it was he was going to have a time convincing his brother that Ellington was just sleeping one off somewhere. Until they found his decapitated body. But hopefully by then he would have Sam as far away from here as he could get her. Then he would come back and take whatever punishment his brother and the council wanted to deal him.
    He set about righting furniture and sweeping the glass out what was left of the door and off the balcony. Somehow this wasn't exactly what he'd expected her life to be like. He expected someone as giving and beautiful as her to have been married with a couple of kids by now.
    But he'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't glad she wasn't. The thought of anybody else touching her did things to his vision that weren't healthy right now. He took a deep breath and tried to calm the red storm that he could feel in the pit of his stomach.
    How in the nine gates of hell was he going to tell her the truth? “Hi sweetheart, I'm sorry I walked out all those years ago, but I had to go back to my families’ compound in Mexico and learn how to control the animal inside me. Oh yeah, and by the way, I'm half jaguar." Somehow he didn't think that would go over well.
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Feral, Chapter One, Part Two

 
"Alright Mr. Kacey. Spill it. Who was that guy, why was he here and what did he want?  We'll get to my questions about you in a minute." She ran a hand through her hair and hoped she sounded a little more stable than she felt. She sat down on the other arm of the couch, propping her feet on the springs so she could face him.
    "His name was Ellington and he was here to kill you. But it's my fault." He looked up and there was such sadness in his big brown eyes that it was all Sam could do not to hop across the couch and throw an arm around him.
    "Why would anybody want to kill me?"
    "Because they thought it was the best way to punish me." He took a deep breath and rubbed his hands on his black jeans.
    That was when Sam noticed the thin trail of blood that ran down his right arm. His silk shirt had been ripped from shoulder to wrist and a long thin gash was welling up. Her heart skipped a beat. "Riley Joseph Kacey, why didn't you tell me you were hurt." She growled at him and jumped up from the couch. She turned to take the ten steps over to her bedside table and get her small first aid kit out of the drawer.
    He stopped her by catching her good wrist with his left hand. "I'll be fine. It's just a scratch."
    "No, just a scratch is what Sheba gave me. That is a real wound that needs cleaning at the very least." She wrenched her arm loose and walked over to the bedside table. She pulled the kit out and turned back to him. "Can you take off your shirt?"
    "I thought I'd never hear you say something like that again." He grinned and began unbuttoning the torn shirt with his left hand.
    Sam pulled the end table up from where it lay against the far wall and set it up right in front of the couch. She laid the kit down on the table and reach out to help him with what was left of the shirt.
    Ignoring his words for fear of saying something scathing, she pushed the shirt off of his shoulders. Careful not to move his right arm too much.
    He groaned as she pulled the sleeve away from his wrist. "I'm sorry." She muttered through clenched teeth. She was trying very hard to maintain some shred of control over her sanity. Being so close to him hurt or not, was definitely not helping.
     She remembered all too well the feel of those strongly muscled arms under her fingers. It didn't matter how many years had passed. Some things you just don't forget.
    She tried changing the subject for her own sake. "Why would it punish you to hurt me? And who are 'They'?" She pulled the antibiotic spray from the kit and sprayed his arm generously with it. He winced but didn't make a sound.
    "Did he have a knife?" The wound wasn't very deep but it was a very clean cut. She patted it dry with another gauze pad. Then began opening a roll of sterile gauze. "It looks like it's not deep enough for stitches, but I'm going to wrap it anyway. At least until the bleeding stops." She knew she was rambling because she was so nervous. But she couldn't help it.
    "No, I think he picked up a piece of the door. It all happened so fast." He looked like he wanted to say more. Instead he reached out and wrapped a lock of her hair around his left hand. "I'm so glad you never cut your hair."  He gave it a little tug and let it go.
     Sam made a mental note to cut it all off as soon as she could. She tied the gauze tight against the wound and stood back to admire her "field dressing" skills. Instead she locked eyes with Riley. And her heart did that skippy thing it always had when he looked at her like that. Like she was either the most precious thing in the world, or a fresh kill in front of a hungry leopard.
    "Will you please stop looking at me like that? Sheesh!" She made a poor attempt at feigned anger to hide her melting insides.
    "Like what Sweetheart?" He was grinning again. The cad had figured out he was getting under her skin. And he was enjoying it. Yup. Definitely a fresh kill in front of a hungry leopard.
    "Don't you 'sweetheart' me. You gave up the right to call me that 10 years ago." This time the anger in her voice was real. So were the tears she was trying desperately to fight back. She turned away and made a big deal of putting everything back in the kit.
    "For what it's worth. I am sorry Samantha. I never meant to hurt you." The pain in his voice sounded so sincere. She wished she could believe it. She wanted so bad to believe him. And at the same time, it was easier to believe that he was a black hearted ass who never cared about anybody but himself. At least that was what she had told herself over and over for the last 10 years. Each brick in the wall around her heart was engraved with it.
    "Save it Riley. It was a long time ago. I'm a big girl now. Not some 17 year old kid who will fall for that Han Solo smile and those big brown eyes again." Now, if she could only convince herself of that, she'd be OK. Because right now, she wasn't so sure.
    "Fine. So be it." He didn't seem convinced, more like "humoring the madwoman." But she let it go. For now. "I'll answer your questions." he reached down with his good arm and dragged a couch cushion over to throw up on the springs. He slid down the arm and leaned against the corner of the couch. Sam did the same, so they sat facing each other like general's on the battle field. Neither side willing to yield.
    "It goes all the way back to when I left you. I can't tell you about what happened tonight without telling you why I left back then."  A shadow passed across his face and was gone. Sam was too busy wrestling her own memories to see it.
    "I want to make something very clear to you Sam." He leaned forward. "Look at me." His voice dropped to that silky tone, somewhere between warm chocolate in July and hot cocoa with extra marshmallows in December. "I didn't leave because I wanted to. I left because I was forced to. If I had had my choice, my life, your life, would have been very different."
    That shadow was back in his eyes again. This time Sam saw it. And it made her heart flip. Her chest tightened and she lifted her hand without thinking. She caught herself just short of crossing the couch and pushed herself firmly against the cushions. Her arms folded tightly across her chest.
    She couldn't believe she was sitting here having this conversation. Her flat looked like a tornado had hit it. The cat was softly mewling to be let out of her cage. And the only man she had ever loved was telling her that the last 10 years of pain, anger, and finally feeling nothing because she'd walled herself in so high nobody got through, was all for nothing. She didn't know whether to cry, or go back in the kitchen and get that knife out of the sink.
    "What was so important that you had to leave without a word? Not one word in explanation. I would have settled for a note. Something. Not to have some relative tell me that you weren't coming back and could I please not call or try to contact you." This time the tears rose to the surface faster than she could push them down again.  They spilled over and ran down her cheeks. She brushed them away with the back of her hand.
    Riley ignored her squeak of protest and his own injured arm to pull her across the couch and onto his lap. He wrapped his good arm around her as she buried her head against his chest.
    Sam gave in to the tears. Between the events of tonight and the pain of 10 years of trying to pretend that she had ever stopped loving him, she couldn't fight them anymore.
    She wasn't sure how long she laid there. Even after the tears dried. Completely unwilling to move for fear that she would wake up in her bed across the room and find that it was all a dream / nightmare. It really didn't matter which one it was. For just a moment she could lay here and pretend.
She rubbed her cheek against his chest remembering / loving the feel of his warm skin against hers. Even his scent hadn't changed. Like rainy summer nights, he always smelled warm and clean.
    Riley wrapped her hair around his arm and pulled her head back. She looked up and was surprised to see tears shining in his eyes. “I missed you too Sweetheart." He smiled and let go of her hair.
    Sam rocked back onto her knees as he dropped his right foot to the floor to make room for her on the couch. Sam's eyes widened as she saw the evidence of how much he'd missed her straining against his tight black jeans. She narrowed her eyes at him and he had the good sense to give her a guilty grin. Though it looked more "wolfish" than repentant. She accepted it anyway and left the couch to check on Sheba.
     Said feline had given up her queenly protests at such treatment and was sound asleep, with her back to the cage door, snoring softly. Sam decided just to leave her in there for now. Since she was unsure what else might happen tonight.
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