Текст книги "Black Magic"

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The trees were dead.

They weren’t supposed to be dead in the middle of the summer, but they were. Stripped of their leaves, skeletal branches touched the gray sky. Nothing moved. No sign of life anywhere, as though every living thing had perished along with their precious shelter.

Fish floated in the poisoned streams, eyes staring blankly at heavens, accusing. Who had let this happen? Why?

Studying the ground and the tree trunks, she saw that most everything was blackened, as though it had been . . . burned?

“Come with me and we’ll rule together.”

Glancing around, she wondered who’d spoken. A flash of black caught her eye, darting behind one of the barren trunks. A suit jacket?

“Who are you?” she called. “And rule what? This?” She spread out her arms to indicate the wasteland.

“What you see is merely a preview of what will happen if I’m refused. I enjoy getting my way.”

The amusement in his tone grated. “Would you really do this to the land, the wildlife?”

“Not me.”

“Then who?”

“You don’t know?” he asked, as though she was a small, confused child.

“Of course not,” she snapped. Inching forward, she crept up on the tree she’d seen him, or something, hide behind. And jumped around it to find nothing there.

His laugh echoed through the branches. “Your Sorcerer, who else?”

“You’re a liar.” What an asshole. “Kalen would never do anything like this.”

“Know him well, do you?”

He had here there. “No,” she admitted reluctantly. “But in my heart, I know he wouldn’t.”

“Ah, your heart,” he said softly, as though in great sympathy. “What do you know of matters of the heart, lovely one? What do you know of the Sorcerer’s? He who has a soul nearly as dark as my own, and requires only the correct guidance to realize his potential.”

Those words froze her to the bone. “What are you planning to do with Kalen?”

“Whatever I wish.” He chuckled. “That doesn’t answer your question, does it? Come with me and all will be revealed.”

“And if I don’t?”

From nowhere a bolt of light streaked from the sky, slammed her in the chest. Heat seared her heart, agony blasting through every cell in her body.

Writhing on the ground, she screamed. And screamed—

“Mackenzie!”

Screamed . . .

“God, Mackenzie! Wake up!”

A pair of hands were shaking her roughly. Mac jolted awake, heart pounding in terror. Someone was lying half on top of her, holding her down. A man.

“Don’t hurt me anymore! Please!”

“Honey, it’s me, Kalen!”

That penetrated her fright, and she paused in confusion. “Kalen?”

“Yes,” he breathed, pulling her against his chest. “It’s me. I’m here, and you’re safe. It was just a bad dream.”

“A dream? No! He was there and he was such a bastard, killing all the trees and animals, and blaming it on you! And he wanted me to join him and when I wouldn’t—”

“Sweetheart, slow down,” he soothed, stroking her hair. “You’re not making any sense. Take a few deep breaths, there’s my girl.”

She did, and gradually her panic calmed. “It seemed so real.”

“Nightmares usually do, but they’re mostly harmless.”

“But not always.” She didn’t like that qualifier. One bit.

“I won’t lie. I’ve seen a ton of weird and dangerous shit. And yeah, there are beings that can actually invade your dreams, attempt to do any number of things.”

She liked his strong arms around her. She burrowed into his chest, and the sense of his protection gave her the courage to continue. “I’m pretty sure this guy was real. He wanted me and you to join him. He wants to control you.”

“We don’t know that for sure,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “It could’ve been a really vivid night terror brought on by what we went through earlier.”

“Don’t you dare patronize me,” she warned.

“I’d never do that. I’m trying to look on the bright side, that’s all. Tell me about the dream from start to finish, if you’re feeling up to it.”

Relaxing some, she nodded. Taking a deep breath, she recounted the brief, scary encounter with the man she never saw. When she finished, Kalen was holding her tightly, his heart pounding fast in her ear. Despite his outward calm, his rapid pulse, the increased pace of his breathing, evidenced his fear. Her question was quiet.

“You think this is something to be worried about, don’t you?”

“I think it’s possible.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Right now? Wait here until we can reach the Pack on the phone, or they find us. Then we tell Nick every detail about tonight, including your nightmare.”

“Okay.”

They fell silent for a time, Kalen still holding her. Stroking her hair. Placing kisses on top of her head. “This is nice,” he murmured.

“Yes, it is.”

He paused, and she sensed he had more to say.

“This is good, isn’t it? Me, holding you?”

He sounded so uncertain, and yet hopeful, her heart swelled. “It definitely is,” she said, hugging him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“This is new to me. Holding someone, being held.” His voice held a note of wonder.

“Then you’ve missed out on a lot.”

“I’m beginning to see that,” he said softly.

A subtle shift was happening between them. Then, gradually . . . comfort became something more. They didn’t have to be alone and afraid. They’d begun to bond tonight over a shared terror, and now that connection solidified as he held her against his heart. Tilted her face up to his.

And placed the sweetest of kisses on her lips. He started slowly, one nibble at a time. Paused in between, giving her the chance to put out the flame that had been kindled between them. But she wanted him every bit as much, wasn’t about to say no.

Sitting up, he pulled her into his lap. They were both still dressed in their jeans, but situated like this, she had no trouble discerning the erection pressing against her bottom. She wiggled against the hardness, wanting more.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

“Far from it.” Sitting up, she pulled his shirt over her head, baring herself to his gaze. From the sliver of light filtering through the part in the curtains, she could see his green eyes glittering with desire. With need. But also with uncertainty.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“Had sex?” She found that difficult to believe.

“Made love,” he whispered. “With someone I care about.”

Sweet man. “It’s fantastic. Like nothing else you’ll ever feel.”

“Tell me what you want.” Reaching out, he caressed her cheek. “I have to hear it.”

“Make love to me. Give me everything.”

Capturing her lips again, he lowered her to the bed. Kissed her thoroughly for several long moments. He had the best mouth and he knew how to use it—as he proved by nibbling his way down her throat, teeth scraping. Longones.

“Are you using your panther teeth?”

“Mmm.”

She gasped as one canine grazed a tender nipple. I’ll take that as a yes.

His mouth latched onto the nub, suckling, and she moaned, burying her fingers in his long hair as she’d itched to do for weeks. The black mass was as silky as it looked, thick and just right to get a good grip. She enjoyed the feel of it as much as she loved him lavishing attention on her nipples.

He moved south, kissing her belly. When he moved lower, she had to relinquish her hold on his mane, and whimpered in protest.

“You don’t want this?” he teased, setting between her thighs. “You said to give you everything.”

“And I meant it. I just love my hands in your hair.”

He looked pleased. “Well, you can have it back in a few minutes. Promise.”

Unzipping her jeans, he worked them down and off, along with her panties. Pushing her knees apart, he lowered his head. Flicked out his tongue and lapped at her clit. With a sigh of pleasure, she spread for him as wide as possible. It had been much too long, and she wanted Kalen to have her. Like this, or any way he desired.

His mouth was every bit as talented in this area, too. He licked her folds, delved his tongue in between to fuck her channel slowly. Driving her mad. Then he’d withdraw and suckle the little clit, taking her to the edge. And withdraw again. Lick and suckle. Over and over until she was mindless, writhing.

“Oh, God!”

“What do you want, honey?”

“Fuck me,” she begged. “I need you.”

He didn’t require further encouragement, and shed his jeans quickly. Crawling over her, he settled between her legs, placed the head of his cock to her opening. Pushed inside.

There, in the darkness, they came together.

Rocking his hips, he began to move inside her. Deep, to the hilt, and out again. Slow and easy, stoking the fire once again, searing her to the depths of her soul. She buried her fingers in his hair again, watched his face as he made love to her. The pupils of his eyes had gone elliptical and smoldered with passion. The muscles of his shoulders bunched and his fangs protruded as he panted with each thrust, the disc of his pendant hanging from his neck, resting between her breasts.

“Harder,” she urged. “Faster.”

Increasing the tempo, he did as she asked, moaning. Driving them higher. She knew he was close when he gathered her to his chest, hips pumping furiously. She clung to his back, her own release building until—

She shattered with a cry, pulsing around his length. Her release triggered his and he came with a hoarse shout, sinking himself as deeply as possible. He stayed there, convulsing, holding her close, until at last they were spent. Then a bit longer as they came down from the high, kissing the curve of her neck.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“No, thank you.” She hugged him. “You were wonderful.”

Carefully he pulled out. Rolling to his back he gathered her to him and she laid her head on his shoulder, content. Suddenly something occurred to her.

“We never cleaned your cut,” she said, feeling guilty.

“I did, after you went to sleep. It’s nothing, just a scratch.”

She thought it was more, especially in light of her nightmare, but didn’t want to spoil the moment by bringing it up again. “If you insist.”

“I do.”

“Fine. You’re just as bad as those macho wolves I’ve worked with for the past few years.”

“Are you saying I’m stubborn?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Speaking of wolves . . .” She hesitated. “Would you do something for me?”

“I’ll try.”

“Would you show me your panther?”

“That’s right, you’ve never seen him,” he said, as though just realizing it. “You really want to?”

The amazement in his tone puzzled her. Why wouldn’t she be interested?

“Of course I do. He’s a part of you.”

The naked joy in his expression as he smiled was almost her undoing. Had nobody ever said such a thing to this wonderful man?

“Okay,” he said, sitting up. “Here goes.”

“Wait—you aren’t going to eat me, are you?”

“Honey, only my human half would do that,” he teased, heated gaze raking her body. “And we already know how much you love it.”

Before she could form a retort, his form wavered. Began to reshape. Pale skin became sleek, black fur. His face reformed into a squared muzzle full of sharp teeth, his ears pointed. Black fingernails became claws. A long tail twitched where none had been before, and emerald eyes studied her intently.

Kalen was now a big, gorgeous black panther.

“You’re beautiful,” she said in awe, stroking his head.

He butted under her hand, his demand clear, and she laughed. She scratched his ears and he started purring loudly, flopping onto his side. Eventually he rolled to his back, presenting her with his belly, which got a good scratching as well.

“Don’t think I’m going to spoil you like this all the time,” she said with mock sternness. “You’ll get lazy.”

Without warning, he morphed into a human man once more and lay there studying her, lips forming a smile. But the sadness had returned to his eyes, making his expression appear wistful.

“No one has ever done that before,” he said quietly.

“Done what?”

“Asked me to change into my panther. Embraced him. Acceptedme.” He looked away. “Nobody has ever cared. My parents thought I was a freak when I was a kid and they learned I could do magic, but when they found out I’d learned to use my power to shift into a panther? They threw me out on my ass. I was fourteen.”

Her heart clenched, aching for the lonely, hurt boy who’d grown into a lonely man. “I care. And you’re not a freak.”

“You’re a special woman, Mackenzie. Most people aren’t accepting, don’t have a good soul like you.”

The nightmare intruded again, the horrible stranger’s accusation, and she found herself asking, “What about yoursoul? I believe it’s good and kind.”

He fell silent for so long, she thought he didn’t want to talk anymore. Then his voice drifted in the darkness.

“I’ll tell you a secret.” He paused. “I don’t like to be touched. Or I didn’t before tonight.”

She stilled. “Before me?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you?” Please, dear Lord, don’t let it be what I’m thinking.

“I don’t have a good soul, honey. I sold myself to survive, to anyone who wanted me,” he whispered. “I had no job skills, wasn’t legal to work even if I had any, and I had to eat. So I did the only thing I knew how, and I did it well.”

So it waswhat she’d been thinking. No, worse. The self-loathing in his voice scared her more than anything. Because a powerful enemy, like the man in her nightmare, could take that hatred and twist Kalen into his own image. Into a man who would do evil things.

She gripped his hand. “You were just a kid. You were tossed from your home as a minor, a crime in any state. You got caught in the same trap as any number of homeless teens, and didn’t know where to turn. Who to trust. Your parents should’ve been thrown in jail. Give yourself a break.”

“Really? Well, this Boy Scout fucked you without a condom,” he said harshly. “Still think I’m good?”

Shit. The baldly stated fact hit her hard, scared her a little, but she squared her shoulders. “I’m a doctor and I let you. That doesn’t exactly make me a Girl Scout.”

“What if I’m not clean?”

“You are. I refuse to believe the man who made such sweet love to me would knowingly endanger my health. Besides, from our studies at the Institute, we’ve learned that shifters can’t pass or catch human diseases, and the males can’t impregnate those who aren’t their Bondmates.”

“You’re gorgeous when you’re fierce.” Reaching out, he toyed with a curly lock of her hair.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” He sighed, dropping his hand. “Mackenzie, you might know about the physiology of the wolves, but you know nothing about me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Honey, I’m not like the others in the Pack,” he explained patiently. “I wasn’t turned like they were. I’m a Sorcerer first, and I learned to use that power to shift into my panther. I’m totally different from them.”

She stared at him in comprehension. “You’re right,” she breathed. “I should’ve realized that.”

“For what it’s worth, though, I amclean. I get tested every six months.”

“And I’m on the pill.”

That one seemed to startle him for a moment, but he recovered and nodded. “That’s good.”

“Now what?”

He stared at her, regret etched on his face. Oh, no. Here it comes.

He did his best to let her down easy. “Mackenzie, I’ve been alone forever, it seems. I don’t know what a relationship is, at least not a healthy one. I’m bankrupt here,” he said, placing a fist over his heart. “I’ve got nothing to offer anyone. Not right now. Maybe not ever.”

It hurt. More than it should, considering the short time she’d known him. In fact, the very real agony of his rejection took her totally by surprise. This was why coworkers should neversleep together. How in the hell was she supposed to face him after this, on a daily basis?

“I think you’re wrong.”

“Maybe. But I don’t know where this can go, this attraction between us.”

“You didn’t have problem figuring that out a few minutes ago,” she snapped. His expression shut down and she immediately regretted her words. She’d carelessly struck at the part of himself that he loathed the most, and she couldn’t take it back.

He nodded. “I deserved that. Let’s just leave it be for a while.”

Like for the next century or so, she heard in his voice.

“All right.”

No one has ever done that before. Asked me to change into my panther. Embraced him. Accepted me.

And she’d ruined everything by pushing him too hard, too fast. This lonely man who didn’t have a clue how to love, or accept love in return.

Miserable, she curled on her side, facing away from him. This time, he didn’t hold her in his arms, comfort her like before. And her pride wouldn’t allow her to beg.

When the cold light of dawn broke through the curtains, Mackenzie hadn’t slept at all.

A banging noise had Kalen bolting upright in bed, scanning for the source. He didn’t have long to wonder who was on the other side.

“Kalen? Mac?” Nick called. “Open up!”

“Jesus,” he muttered. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he yelled back. “Just a minute!”

Mackenzie was already up, and came out of the bathroom dressed in her jeans and his T-shirt. They carefully avoided eye contact as Kalen pulled on his jeans, boots, and his duster. Christ, how had things fallen apart so fast? They’d made beautiful love, the likes of which Kalen had never hoped to experience in his lifetime. Normally, he hated physical contact—especially sex—but with Mackenzie, holding her close, being inside her . . .

God, it had been heaven. So different from having sex just to survive. And yeah, he’d been scared afterward, but what guy wouldn’t be who’d walked in his shoes?

He was a complete novice when it came to relationships and he was only trying to be honest, not give her the total brush-off. But obviously she hadn’t taken his words at face value—that he needed time.

And she’d given up without a fight, or even a single word of protest.

So maybe it was better this way. He didn’t deserve someone as fine as Mackenzie anyhow.

Stalking to the door, he yanked it open to find Nick, Jax, Zan, and Ryon on the other side. The first two were scowling and the other two just looked tired.

“Tell me what the fuck happened,” Nick growled. “We’ve been looking for you two all goddamned night long.”

Jax leaned against the doorjamb. “We about had heart failure when we tracked the SUV to the Grizzly, only to find the tire slashed and the back panel clawed to hell, drops of blood on the ground, and Mac’s car nowhere to be found.”

“We were attacked,” Kalen said, exhaustion hitting him hard. “Coming out of the Grizzly, by one of those things like you had in Block T before it died. I killed it, and disposed of the body. We tried to call on our way back, but the cell phone service was out.”

“It was out on our end too, but that doesn’t explain why you didn’t just come home,” Nick said, still pissy. Now he glanced between Kalen and Mackenzie, as the obvious suspicion dawned on his face.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” Kalen defended. “We were heading back when I sensed that there was another one, or something equally as bad, between us and the compound. Like it was waiting for us. So we turned around and headed for the motel, and I placed wards around the room so it couldn’t locate us.”

Nick studied him and Mackenzie for a long moment. Then he turned to his three men. “I need for you guys to wait in the SUV while I talk to these two alone.”

The boss knew there was more to say. Stuff Kalen didn’t want the rest of the team to know, yet. Nick waited until he’d moved inside and closed the door before speaking.

“Now tell me the rest.”

“Someone is communicating with Mackenzie telepathically,” Kalen said. “We don’t know who or what he is—hell, he might not even be human. But he spoke to Mackenzie for the first time in the car, after she was scratched by that creature. He said I wouldn’t be able to hide from him for long. Then she had a nightmare about him last night in which he urged her to join him.”

“Doing what?”

“We don’t know. But he said I would join him too, or else. That’s the gist of it, that he wants her and me. In the dream, when she resisted, he attacked her.”

“I have a feeling it’s youhe wants,” Nick said. He swiped a hand down his face. “He’s striking at you through her. Fuck.”

Mackenzie sucked in a sharp breath. “No.”

“That’s what it seems like.”

Nick sighed. “Let’s head back. There isn’t anything we can do here, and I’ll feel better when we’re all back at the compound. It’s much safer there.”

“Okay. Can I have a minute with her?”

That look returned. The one that communicated he knew what the minute was probably about. But he nodded. “I’ll be in the SUV with the others.”

“Thanks.” Once Nick was gone, Kalen steeled himself, facing Mackenzie squarely. “I have something extremely important to give to you, and I need for you to wear it.”

She frowned. “What is it?”

“This.” Reaching for the clasp of the silver chain holding his Sorcerer’s pentagram pendant, Kalen did the one thing he’d been warned never, ever to do.

He gave his protection to the woman who’d stolen his heart.

Moving behind her, he placed the pendant over hers, where it belonged, now and always. Then he fastened the chain and turned her to face him again.

“Your pendant? Kalen, I can’t—”

“You can, and you will,” he said softly. “This was a gift to me from my grandmother. A really special one. She—”

“Then I really can’t accept this!”

“Listen to me,” he said firmly. “I can’t always be nearby, and this pendant will protect you.”

She paused, still obviously not convinced she should take it. “How?”

“To make a long story short, it’s ancient, and blessed. It will protect you from any evil in existence, trust me.”

“But what about you?” she asked quietly.

“I’ll be fine. The important thing to remember is to never, nevertake this off. Not to shower, or to work out. Not to party with Amy and Shannon. Not for any reason, ever.”

“What—”

“Promise me. Please.” He took a deep breath. “Do this for me.”

She stared at him for a minute before nodding. “All right. If it’s that important to you, I won’t take it off. You have my word.”

Relief nearly buckled his knees. Mackenzie would be safe now. For the first time in his adult life, he cared about another person more than he cared about his own survival, and it felt good. Right. He couldn’t save the world, especially from himself.

But he could save her.

He could ask for nothing more.

Stepping close, he gave her one last kiss. Cupped her face, and gazed into her blue eyes for a long moment.

“Kalen? Can’t we—”

“Don’t, honey. I can’t be what you want, or need.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

The laugh that escaped his throat was bitter. “I’m not. The sooner you realize that, you’ll be much better off.”

“Maybe someday you’ll believe in yourself as much I believe in you.”

To make her point, she reached out, buried both hands in his hair as she loved to do. The wonderful sensation reminded him of how she’d done that as he made love to her while he held her tight. How damned good it had felt, how right.

How the earth had fucking movedas he came inside her.

Now she took control, brought their mouths together, and it was every bit as fantastic as before. Their lips meshing, tongues dueling, tasting. He pulled her against his body, needing to draw her under his skin. Keep her there forever.

But he couldn’t. Regretfully, he broke the kiss and pulled back. “I’m sorry,” he rasped. “I can’t do this.”

“That kiss says you can. Someday.”

Eventually he had to look away from the hope he saw flickering there.

From his own futile wish that he’d someday be a man worthy of her.

Opening the door, he led her out to the waiting Escalade, ushered her inside, and tossed her car keys to Ryon.

When the SUV pulled away, he didn’t look back at the place where he’d lost his heart and soul.

It just hurt too fucking much.

Tired to the bone, and disheartened, Kalen took a long, hot shower. It erased her scent from his skin, but not the memory of making love to the most beautiful woman in the world.

The woman he’d let go.

Would it always feel as though he’d ripped off a limb? Like he was bleeding out all over the floor to become nothing more than a shell? How could she have so completely burrowed under his skin, into his heart?

Stepping from the shower, he toweled off and stared at himself in the mirror. It was odd to see a bare spot where the pentagram had rested for as long as he could remember. His grandmother had given it to him shortly after he’d come into his power as a Sorcerer, and had coached him. She’d been his biggest advocate, his cheerleader.

And then she’d been gone much too soon, leaving him alone in a world where nobody understood him, or gave a damn about him. He’d done so many things he was ashamed of, things his new brothers would find abhorrent if they knew.

That’s why they could never know he’d been a filthy whore. And so much worse.

Before Alpha Pack.

Before Mackenzie.

He cared about them, couldn’t lose them. No matter what he had to do. As if cued by his churning thoughts, a male voice slipped into his head.

“I knew you’d give your precious pendant to the doctor, to protect her from me.”A low, amused laugh sounded in his head. “How far would you go, my pet, to make certain your lover remains safe?”

“As far as I need to,” he rasped, fists clenched. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, boy. You please me already.”

Insidious. Seductive. He’d heard those words before, on so many lips. He’d never responded then as he did now—with a rush of dark pleasure. Like a designer drug injected directly into his vein. One he knew would eventually kill him.

But not before he rode the ecstasy to the end of the line.

Shaking himself from the fog of desire, Kalen walked from the bathroom into his bedroom and got dressed. Put on his armor and prepared to face the day, and his demons, without his pendant to shield him from the evil already working its way into his soul.

Outside, thunder rolled. A storm on the way.

When hisstorm arrived, he prayed he’d be ready. And that he’d have the courage to do what he must.

“Mackenzie,” he said into the stillness of his room. “I’m so sorry.”

Walking out, he told himself he wouldn’t think of what might’ve been. If only he hadn’t taken off the pendant, that one other time before.

If only Kalen Black wasn’t already far past redemption.

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