Leopard 04 - Wild Fire

things he shouldn’t have, but he was human. People don’t just change and grow claws.”
    He heard the honest confusion and guilt in her voice and reached out to curl his fingers around the nape of her neck. “There are a lot of unexplained things in the world, Isabeau. You have dreams, don’t you?”
    His voice thickened, turned husky. “Of you. Me. The two of us in another time, another place.”
    She looked more horrified than ever. Isabeau shook her head frantically, as if the stronger her denial the more she could make it real. “Never. No way. I would never dream about you. You’re a monster, someone who takes pleasure in preying on women.”
    The lash of contempt hit him like a whip and his cat raged and snarled. One eyebrow raised coolly and his eyes bore into hers, held her so she couldn’t escape his focused stare. His head moved slightly and a purring growl rumbled in his chest as he moved his head close to hers. Her eyes went wide as his lips whispered over hers.
    “You’re lying, Isabeau. I can smell your need of me. I can feel your heat. You want me more than you ever wanted me. And you dream of me, just as I dream of you.”
    She shoved hard at his chest in an attempt to knock him away from her. He didn’t so much as rock and she put the roped muscles of her cat behind it unknowingly. He felt the punch of her palms, the bite of her claws, and his cat leapt to meet hers, snarling for supremacy. He caught her wrists in a steel grip and held her against him. The moment he did, he knew it was a mistake. His control was already far too thin.
    They stared at one another, lips inches apart, his golden gaze locked on hers. Desire was raw and unrelenting. He expected violence when the emotion was there, fierce and passionate, arcing between them, but when his lips touched hers, there was only a whisper, as if from the brush of a moth’s wing, and God help them both, he didn’t know if she moved or if he had. The jolt was electric, shocking in its intensity, igniting an instant fire that raced through his veins like a storm.
    “I hate you,” she hissed, tears in her eyes.
    He felt the shudder go through her and there was no way for her to hide her body’s reaction to him. “I know.” He brushed back strands of her thick, tawny hair from her face. Tears caught on her lashes.
    “You killed my father.”
    He shook his head. “I’m not letting you lay that at my door. I have enough sins without you blaming me for something I didn’t do. You know better. You don’t want to face it, but he killed himself the moment he threw in with that bunch for the money. They kidnapped and tortured people for money. How is that different from what’s going on here?” His palm cupped her face, his thumb sliding over soft skin before she could pull away. “If you need a reason to hate me, you have legitimate ones. Stick to one of those.”
    Isabeau pulled away from him and crossed to the window, staring out into the forest. “Those children need to be rescued, Conner. It really doesn’t matter what I feel right now. This isn’t about what happened between us. It really isn’t. I didn’t bring you here for revenge. I wouldn’t have sent for you, but Adan refused to allow me to try by myself to get inside her compound. Those children are in danger.
    She’ll really do what she’s threatened—send them home in pieces if the tribe doesn’t cooperate.” She turned to face him again, her eyes meeting his. “How do we get inside to find out where they’re being held?”
    He was silent a moment, watching her. She seemed more fragile than he remembered, more beautiful, her skin nearly glowing, her hair shiny and rippling with a silken invitation. She was telling the truth. “Then we’ll have to get them out, won’t we,” he said softly.
    Some of the tension eased from her body. “I thought you weren’t going to help me.”
    “You really don’t know about the leopard world, do you?” he asked.
    She frowned and looked at her hand. “I didn’t think that was real.”

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    He held out his hand. “Look at me, but stay very calm. I mean it, Isabeau, don’t make any moves or scream. My cat is hungry for you and I’m going to let him out just enough for you to know I’m speaking the truth. Don’t incite him any more than your scent already has.”
    She looked more confused than ever, so he willed the change. His leopard