She saw Liam turn to her, drawn from the fight. In that moment, Fergus, his hide nothing but bloody strips of skin, pounced on Liam’s back. His mouth was open wide, jaws ready to snap Liam’s spine in two.
Sean shouted. Kim couldn’t hear him over the thunder; she just saw his mouth open. Liam whirled in time, closing his teeth on Fergus’s throat. He ripped, and blood sprayed across the floor.
Fergus went down in a heap. Liam stepped back, his fur red with Fergus’s blood, and roared his victory. His eyes held fire, joy, and triumph.
Sean walked forward with his sword. Liam stopped him, rising into his human form as he moved, his body covered in scratches and angry bruises. He went to Fergus and nudged him with his foot. The wildcat’s body flopped against the floor, blood spilling from a pool beneath it.
Liam turned away, contempt for his fallen enemy in every movement. As soon as his back was turned, Fergus whipped to his feet, bellowing in dying rage as he launched himself at Liam. Kim shrieked.
But Sean was there. He stepped between Fergus and his brother, and caught Fergus’s leap on the Guardian’s sword.
Fergus’s wildcat eyes widened as the sword went through his chest. He’d been dying already, and the blade completed it. The body fell to the ground, silent and still. Chanting in a language Kim didn’t know, Sean slowly withdrew the blade. The big cat shimmered, then crumbled to dust.
“You weren’t supposed to do that,” Liam snarled at Sean. “His final breath should have been mine.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve done it.” Sean’s stance was defiant. He’d have done anything, the tiny rational part of Liam realized, to keep from having to send a second brother to the Summerland.
Again his love for Sean and the wildcat’s jealousy warred within him. “Go,” Liam said. “If you don’t, I might kill you, and I don’t want to lose you too.”
“Kim,” Sean said.
Liam’s white-hot rage rose. “Kim stays with me.”
Sean strode for the door, moving fast. “Kim,” he said again.
“It’s all right. I’ll stay.”
Her voice was quiet, a cool note amid the heat. Sean gave Kim one last look, then made himself sheathe the sword and duck out into the deluge.
Liam was across the floor, pulling Kim against him before Sean’s footsteps faded.
“Kim.” He loved saying her name.
“Are you hurt?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care.” Liam pressed Kim against the brick wall.
He wanted her with an intensity he’d never felt before. She was his mate, his, forever. A dim part of Liam’s mind kicked him. You love her. Don’t hurt her.
“You should get away from me,” he said.
“What?”
Liam focused on her eyes. They were beautiful, wide and blue. Like an Irish lake, he’d thought once. He hadn’t changed his mind.
“Don’t let me hurt you.”
Kim touched his face. He flinched, then made himself accept her touch. “I don’t want to go,” she said. “Besides, it’s frigging hailing out there.”
“I can’t go slow. I can’t be nice.”
She smiled and laced her arms around his neck. She was shaking, but her eyes were soft. “Sounds like fun.”
“Kim.”
“Liam.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “I don’t want to go slow. I need you.”
He kissed her. The bricks scraped his arms as he shielded her from the wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her skirt riding up her thighs. It was easy to shove aside the elastic of her thong, to find her opening with his cock. She sucked in a breath, eyes widening, as he slid firmly into her.
How could he have ever thought that sex in human form was boring? He was content never to do it as a wildcat again. Kim was hot and wet, so easy to enter. She arched against him, her ni**les rubbing him through her thin shirt. Liam shielded her from the wall with his arms, the bricks abrading his already bloody skin.
His adrenaline hadn’t cooled from the fight. He needed this mating. Liam’s heart rocketed, his blood hot.
Kim’s sheath clenched him, her body and his fitting together perfectly. His mind went blank. All he felt was Kim, all he smelled was her body and her sex, her breath, her hair. He licked her face. He tasted her neck. He thrust into her, his blood pumping. Outside, lightning crackled, blinding flashes followed by booms of thunder. The hail fell like bullets on the roof, balls of ice bouncing in through the wide door.
“Liam. Yes.”
Liam squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his forehead on the wall. He shoved himself into her as though he wanted to crawl inside her and be part of her. His shoulders bunched; his breath burned in his lungs.
Kim shuddered in climax, her feet around his bu**ocks. The heels of her sandals grated his skin, and he didn’t care.
Still holding her with one arm between her and the wall, Liam pounded his fist into the brick. Another lightning strike lit the world, and Liam came.
Sweat poured from him, his body on fire. Kim was screaming, and Liam heard his own voice ring through the warehouse. He was falling. Kim, he had to catch her.
He landed flat on his back, Kim’s soft body on top of his. The movement slid him out of her hot sheath, and he groaned with loss.
Kim smiled down at him. “Holy shit. That was…good.”
Liam wanted to answer her, tell her it was the best he’d ever had, that he loved her. He could only gasp for breath. The pain of his fight, the bewilderment of his flooding instincts, robbed him of his voice.
Kim closed her hand on him, and he groaned again.
“You’re still hard. I thought you came.”
Liam nodded. “I did.” Gritting his teeth, he turned her over to put her beneath him and entered her once more.
Sex had never been like this before. Not free-for-all, no-holding-back, wet and messy sex. Kim laughed with it.
Not to mention having it on a bare cement floor with a naked, half-crazed, hard-bodied Shifter on top of her while a hailstorm raged outside. Another lightning bolt could strike the building and bring it down on top of them, and Kim didn’t care.
“I love you, Liam,” she shouted.
He opened his eyes. Once beautiful blue, they were now Shifter gray-white.
Kim would be afraid later. Right now, she was as crazed as he was. Was this what he meant by mating frenzy?
Liam pumped into her for a few more minutes, then dragged in a breath and filled her with his hot seed. Liam collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, his body roasting. He lingered on her, kissing her face and hair, then rolled off onto his back, still breathing as though he’d just finished a ten-mile run.