Winter Born Page 5

  He let out a long, tired breath before he answered. “She was the bonded mate to one of my older brothers, Donatello. He was the pack leader before me and he loved his mate more than his life.”

  Pandora felt for the panther. “Let me guess. She betrayed him.”

  “No,” he said to her surprise. “They were bonded together, and one night while she was home from her journeys, she lashed out at him while they were having sex and ripped into his jugular. They both died before he could get help.”

  Pandora covered her mouth as she envisioned the horror. Once Were-Panthers bonded their life forces together, neither of them could live without the other. If one died, they both died.

  How terrible that Bonita had killed them in one act of thoughtless passion.

  “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

  “Thanks,” he said quietly. “It was a damn waste of two decent panthers.” His gaze penetrated her. “It’s why I never wanted a pantheress for a mate or even a lover. I don’t want my cubs orphaned because I let my guard drop and left myself open to a female’s attack.”

  “I would never rip at you.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Well,” she said as they started moving through the lobby, “right now I don’t even know how to turn into a panther. So that alone makes you safe. I tried to do it a couple of days ago and all I got was a tail that was very hard to hide until I went to sleep and it left me.”

  Dante laughed, and though she ought to be offended that he was laughing at her misfortune, she wasn’t. There was something about him that was truly charming.

  “I’ve never heard of that happening before,” he said.

  “Stick around. All kinds of weird things have been happening to me lately.”

  He brushed the hair back from her face. “I think I might like to do that. If you don’t mind.”

  For some reason, the thought warmed her. Dante was a lot of fun to be with.

  When they weren’t fighting.

  “What do you expect of your mate, Dante?”

  He shrugged, then put his arm around her as they cruised by the banquet tables that were lined with fliers and giveaway items. “Nothing more than any other panther, I guess. I expect you to come home when you’re in season and leave when you’re not.”

  It was too good to be true.

  “You would let me leave if I wanted to?”

  He frowned. “It’s the nature of our species, Pandora. Why would I stop you?”

  “But the other pack—”

  “Ain’t right in the head,” he said, interrupting her. “There’s something profoundly wrong with anyone who would try to get a panther to act against his or her nature. That’s something I’d expect an Arcadian to do, not a Katagari.”

  She smiled up at him as she felt another hormonal surge go through her.

  By the sudden feral look on Dante’s face she could tell he sensed it too.

  His arm tightened around her.

  “Can we wait?” she asked quickly. “I don’t want to rush mating with you again until we get a few things straight between us.”

  Even though sex with him would clear her head, her human heart wanted more between them than just a physical relationship. She wanted to know the human part of her mate.

  “Such as?” Dante asked.

  “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “I know in my heart that committing myself to you is the best thing for both of us. It’s probably the only thing since I no longer have a pack to shelter me. But the human in me wants to know you better before I take such a permanent step.”

  To her relief, he didn’t try to balk or force her.

  “What do you need from me?”

  “Just be with me as a human for a little while and let me get to know you, okay?”

  Dante nodded even though what he really wanted to do was take her back upstairs and give her what both their bodies craved.

  But she was young and scared. This was a momentous step for both of them. Bonding was eternal and it wasn’t something to be taken lightly.

  True kindness to someone else was all but alien to him. He understood loyalty. Obligation.

  But love and tenderness . . .

  Panthers didn’t dream of such things. They only understood immediate needs. The ones for food, shelter, sex.

  Offspring.

  And yet he wanted something more from her. Something deeper.

  He wanted her acceptance.

  Her touch.

  It was stupid. What did he need with such things? He had money. Power. Magic.

  He could force her to do anything he wanted her to. But it still wouldn’t give him what he wanted.

  Her heart.

  Damn him for his human half.

  Sighing, he led her toward the Marquis Steakhouse where they could get something to eat.

  The night went by quickly as Pandora followed Dante around to various booths and concerts where alternative bands were displaying their wares and talents. Dante seemed to have a knack for finding really good performers who were excited about being offered money to play in his club in Minnesota.

  “How long have you had your club?” she asked as he bought three CDs from a band called Emerald Rose who had been playing earlier outside the conference rooms at the Hyatt.

  “Almost thirty years now.”

  Wow, that was a long time. Dante looked good for a man who was more than two hundred years old.

  Really good.

  “And the humans don’t realize that you’re always there and that you never age?”

  He shook his head. “When they leave the Inferno, we tamper with their minds a bit. Even if they come in every night, they never remember those of us who don’t age or change.”

  “That must be nice. In my . . .” She hesitated to say “pack” since they had thrown her out. “In my world, we stay away from the humans as much as possible.”

  “So what’s the future like where you live, anyway?”

  “Not that much different from this. Haven’t you ever been?”

  “Not since I was a cub. When I first got control of my time-travel powers, I hopped around quite a bit. But after a while, it got boring. Things and places changed, but the people didn’t. So I decided to stay with my pack in Minnesota and not worry about the past or the future.”

  She would love to be able to time-jump like that. It was true freedom and that was one thing she’d never known.

  “Can you teach me how to use my powers like that?” she asked.

  “Of course.”

  She smiled. None of her sisters who had been sent into this time period had been taught anything. The Katagaria hadn’t allowed them to develop their powers for fear they would leave. Some of them had even been forced by the Katagaria to wear metriazo collars to ensure that none of them would ever be able to use their magic.

  It was harsh and cruel.

  “Is it hard to time-travel?” she asked.

  “Not now, it’s not for me. But I’ve had centuries to perfect my powers. When you first start it can be . . . surprising. Last time I left Leo and Mike at home, they time-jumped from Minnesota 2002 to the Aleutian Islands 1432 instead of New York 2065. It was a bitch trying to find them and get them home again.”

  “I’m surprised you went after them.”

  “Yeah, well, they annoy me, but I understand they’re just cubs who will eventually grow up . . . probably to annoy me even more.”

  She laughed at his offbeat humor as they drifted through the strangely garbed crowd. She had to admit that Dante was a lot of fun once he got used to you and stopped being so feral and snarling.

  “You do have a heart, don’t you?”

  “No, Pandora,” he said, his blue eyes scorching her with their intensity. “I don’t. I only have responsibility. And I have a shitload of it.”

  Maybe, but she wasn’t quite so sure. For one thing the arm he had draped around her shoulders didn’t say “burden,” it said “protective.”


  And she wanted to pretend it said something even more. Something like friendship.

  Maybe even love.

  Dante paused at a dealer’s display case. A tiny smile hovered at the edges of his lips as something caught his eye. He motioned for the dealer to come over.

  “Can I help you?” the older woman asked as she approached them.

  Dante pointed to something under the glass. “I’d like to see that.”

  Pandora didn’t know what it was until the woman handed it to Dante and he turned toward her. She couldn’t help laughing at the gold pendant in the form of a panther wrapped around a sapphire as he fastened it around her neck.

  Pandora held the pendant in her hand so that she could examine it. “How unusual.”

  “Yes, it is,” the woman said. “That’s a shaman designer I met out West. He takes vision quests and then makes a necklace based on what animal guides him. That one there he said was a panther that led him through a nightmare and saved him.”

  How oddly apropos.

  She looked up at Dante and smiled.

  “I’ll take it,” Dante said, pulling out his wallet.

  Pandora stared down at the exquisitely crafted piece while he paid. She was so warmed by the gesture, especially since Romeo had told her how selfish Dante was.

  “Thank you,” she said when he returned to her side.

  “My pleasure.”

  Smiling even more, she lifted herself up on tiptoe and placed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

  “You keep doing that,” he whispered in her ear, “and I’ll have you upstairs and naked in a heartbeat.”

  An overwhelming wave of desire tore through her body. It was the pantheress in her that needed to feel him inside her. They’d done enough talking and the wild part of her personality now wanted appeasement too.

  “I wouldn’t mind it one bit,” she whispered back.

  That was all it took. One second they were in the crowd and the next, he’d pulled them off into an alcove where no one could see them and poofed them into a suite.

  “Is this your room?” she asked as she glanced around the elegant accommodations.

  “It’s our room,” he said as he stalked her like the hungry predator he was.

  She stiffened at his tone. “Is that an order?”

  “No, Pandora. But so long as we are mates, what is mine is yours.”

  “You’re being strangely accommodating for a selfish panther Romeo said held no interest in a mate.”

  Dante paused at that. It was true. He’d never wanted to be bound by anything, especially not a mate. Yet for some reason, he didn’t mind Pandora in the least.

  “The Fates didn’t ask me who or what I wanted for my own.” He held her marked palm up for both of them to see. “But they have chosen you as mine and I take care of what belongs to me.”

  “And if I don’t want to belong to you?”

  “I can’t force you to mate with me, Pandora, you know that. You are free to leave my protection at any time and go wherever you want.”

  Pandora swallowed at the thought. Yes, she could. But where would she go? The journey to Atlanta had been scary and fraught with the fear of having a pack find her and abuse her or the humans learning that she was a Were-Panther and locking her up.

  Many ordinary things had baffled her.

  How to buy a bus ticket. How to order food. Those things were all different in her time period. Everything there was done with universal credits. There was no money in her world. No fuel-burning vehicles.

  The transports in her century were more akin to monorails and you paid your way with your palm print. Everything at home was automated and clinical.

  She didn’t know how to survive in the current human world. Didn’t know how to use her powers.

  It was terrifying here.

  Except for Dante. He offered her more than anyone ever had. Protection and education.

  He was her safety.

  And he was her designated mate. Mating with a male was a physical act. It was the bonding ceremony that was emotional. She could easily mate and then have his protection.

  Her heart would still belong solely to herself.

  But if she refused to mate with Dante, he would have no reason to protect or educate her. And why would he? Her refusal would leave him impotent. Something she was sure wouldn’t endear her to him.

  “You will give me total freedom without any limitations on it?” she asked.

  “I know no other way.”

  In that moment, she realized that she could learn to love this panther standing in front of her. He didn’t have to give her anything. He could theoretically take anything from her that he wanted. The other panthers did.

  If a woman wasn’t mated to one of the Katagaria pack, they kept her anyway and used her as a whore for all of them.

  But Dante offered her the world and asked for nothing in return. Nothing except a few words that would unite their physical bodies.

  “And our children?” she asked him.

  “We have a large nursery for them in Minnesota.”

  She cocked her head. “You realize they’ll most likely be human and not cubs.”

  He looked perplexed by that. “Then I’ll read Mr. Spock.”

  Pandora laughed. “He’s the character from Star Trek, not the child expert. No wonder you’re here.”

  He brushed the hair back from her face and gave her a sincere, heated look that melted her. “I will do whatever I have to to take care of them. I promise you. Human or cub, they will be protected as my offspring and they will have whatever they need to grow strong and healthy.”

  She pressed her marked palm against his. “Then I will mate with you, Dante Pontis.”

  Dante couldn’t breathe as he stared down at her and those blessed words rang in his ears. He should be running for the door. But if he did that, he’d never have sex again.

  Sex with only one woman. He was really paying the piper for all the years he’d been tormenting Romeo about being mated.

  And yet he couldn’t quite muster up true fear. Some hidden part of him liked the idea of Pandora being his.

  Lacing his fingers with hers, he walked backward toward the bed, pulling her with him.

  He used his powers to turn down the bed and strip their clothes from them before he lay on his back and pulled her over him.

  The mating ritual was older than time. It was instinctive to their species and it would bind them for the rest of their lives. The only way to break it would be for one of them to die. Whoever survived the union would then be free to try and find another mate . . . if there was another one out there.

  It was extremely rare for any Were-Hunter, Katagaria or Arcadian, to find a second mate.

  Pandora bit her lip in nervous trepidation. All her life, her thoughts and energy had been spent on worrying about the actual act of sex. Since she was promised to a Katagaria pack, she’d never really thought much about ritual mating.

  Now she was almost scared as she tried to take Dante into her body. This was a lot more difficult than she would have guessed. Every time she tried to straddle him, his cock went astray.

  Dante smiled gently. “Can I help?”

  She nodded.

  He shifted his hips, then guided her onto him. They both moaned in pleasure as her body took him in all the way to his hilt.

  This was it. A man who ought to terrify and repulse her was about to become her mate.

  She would have children with him and somehow they would bridge the differences between their cultures and personalities and become the sole physical comfort for each other.

  If she had to have a Katagaria lover, she couldn’t imagine a better panther to have as her own than Dante.

  Pandora could barely think as she felt heat coming from their joined hands that held the mating mark. She moved against him slowly, then spoke the words that would unite them. “I accept you as you are, and I will always hold you close in my heart. I will walk beside you forever
.”

  Dante watched her intently as he felt every inch of her body with his. He’d never thought to have a mate at all and had relegated himself to a future bereft of children. Now the thought of having his own cubs warmed him.

  She was his.

  A hot, demanding possessiveness unlike anything he’d ever known before tore through him as he watched her ride him slow and easy. Not feral like a pantheress.

  Human and yet not. Who would have thought that Dante Pontis could be tamed by such a small creature? And yet her tender touch seared him with a humanity he wouldn’t have thought possible.

  The beast inside him was calm. No longer searching, it lay at peace as if she fit some part of him he’d never known was missing.

  Smiling up at her, he cupped her face with his free hand and repeated the vow back to her.

  Pandora moaned at the deepness of his voice until an unexpected pain sliced through her as her canine teeth started to grow.

  Pandora hissed. This was the thirio, a need inside both their races that wanted them to bite each other and combine their life forces so that if one died, they both did.

  Like the mating ritual itself, the choice of bonding was hers alone to make. Dante could never force it on her.

  Nor did he ask it of her now.

  True to his words, he left it entirely up to her and only watched her as she rode him.

  Pandora kissed the hand that held his mark, then led it to her breast as her orgasm pierced her.

  Dante couldn’t breathe as his own climax blazed. He roared in satisfaction as his teeth finally began to recede.

  It was done now. There was no going back.

  They were joined, but not bonded.

  Still, she was his.

  He reached up to touch the necklace he’d bought for her. She looked beautiful naked in his arms. Her spent body was still wrapped around his.

  “Pandora Pontis,” he breathed. “Welcome to my pack.” With that thought in mind, he pulled the small signet ring off his little finger, wished a spell onto it, then handed it to her.

  Pandora studied the antique piece. It was beautiful, with gold filigree surrounding a large sapphire stone where an ornate “DP” was engraved. “What is this?”

  “A homing beacon so that wherever you find yourself, you can always come back to me simply by thinking of me.”