"Yes." A smile. "She"s nearer to my age than my mother"s."
Instinct whispered that there was more at play here than a simple familial relationship, but he kept his silence. It would be far easier to get Indy to talk once he"d met her aunt, gained an idea of what it was that had caused Indigo"s wolf to . . . almost shy away at the mention of her name.
As it was, he found himself surprised by the reality of Adria. The physical resemblance between the three women was startling; standing side by side, Tarah, Indigo, and Adria were almost mirror images of each other at different stages of life. But where Tarah was submissive, Adria was dominant. Where Tarah kissed him on the cheek in maternal affection, Adria gave him a narrow-eyed, a.s.sessing glare. And where he knew Tarah relied with open contentment on her mate, there was a real push-pull vibe going on between Adria and her lover, Martin.
Indigo, he realized at once, was far more like her aunt than her mother.
"So," Adria said after they shook hands, "you"re the one."
He liked her-but then, he had a thing for cool-eyed, stubborn women. "I am."
Lines formed on her forehead, her eyebrows drawing together. "You"re not what I expected."
He knew that wasn"t a compliment. "I have a way of surprising people."
"Hmm." The wolf prowled behind eyes a shade lighter than Indigo"s. "I"ve seen you in our sector, but we haven"t spoken. Tell me about yourself."
As he obeyed the brusque order, his wolf more amused by her bristling protectiveness than anything else, he noticed something. Martin, while standing beside Adria, didn"t join in the conversation. That, on its own, meant nothing-Riley had a way of standing silent as a sphinx beside Mercy. There was, however, never any doubt in people"s minds that Riley was a hundred percent tuned in, not only to the conversation but to every tiny aspect of his mate"s presence.
Something was disturbingly different here.
The stiffness of Adria"s spine when her lover"s shoulder brushed her own, the white lines around Martin"s mouth, the way neither of them made eye contact with the other-the two were p.i.s.sed at one another. Andrew took that in his stride. Being with a strong woman occasionally meant some fire-works. He couldn"t imagine Indigo without her sa.s.s.
His wolf growling in agreement, he continued to talk with Adria until Tarah came over to catch up with her sister. Moving to where Indigo was standing against the wall finishing off an apple, he tugged on her ponytail. "What"s with abandoning me to your aunt the inquisitor?"
She b.u.mped her hip to his. "Don"t say your smile didn"t work?"
"Smart-a.s.s." Reaching behind her, he patted that a.s.s.
"Watch it."
"I intend to-later tonight."
Indigo threw him a quelling glance, but he caught the laughter behind it. "What did you think of my aunt?"
"She"s like an older version of you," he said with complete honesty. "She"s got her "death stare" honed to perfection."
Holding her apple core in one hand, Indigo put her other one on his shoulder. "Give me a few years."
Deeply content at the thought of watching her grow further into her skin, he stood beside her as the others spoke. It took him a little while to realize that in spite of his skill at reading the undercurrents in any given situation, he"d missed something here. Martin and Adria weren"t p.i.s.sed at each other-only one of them was angry.
Adria put her hand on Martin"s arm . . . only to have it shaken off. Adria"s face betrayed a stark heart pain in the terrible moment before she brought up her shields, cool and controlled once more.
Fighting the urge to punch Martin for putting that expression on the face of such a strong woman, Andrew thought back to the other little things he"d noticed, the way Martin had almost pointedly walked into the room first, saying, "Strongest should bring up the rear, right?"
At the time, Andrew had taken it as a joke between lovers, but now . . . "Who"s more dominant?" he asked, feeling a chill whisper through his veins. "It"s Adria, isn"t it?"
CHAPTER 30.
Indigo"s body went motionless beside him. "You know it is."
Andrew realized at once that he"d have to fight one h.e.l.l of a battle to wipe the impression this toxic relationship had to have left on Indigo, but there was no time to follow up on the topic, because Abel walked in then, having been delayed at work-as training and resource coordinator for SnowDancer soldiers across the entire state.
First Abel kissed his mate. Then he tapped his cheek so his daughter could brace herself with one hand on his shoulder and kiss him. After that, he hugged Adria and shook Martin"s hand. Then he walked over . . . and Andrew found himself being taken outside for a "little chat."
"I"ll be blunt," Abel said as they stood in the crisp night air, drinks in hand, "Indigo"s a grown woman who knows what she wants. She"ll choose who she"ll choose."
Since Abel paused for a response, Andrew said, "Yes, sir." Where his wolf had handled Adria fine, it was wary of Abel.
It wasn"t a question of dominance, as Andrew outranked him, but of family.
Abel took a sip of his whiskey. "I"ve been asking about you."
Andrew waited.
"Women like you." A gleam in those deep gray eyes he"d bequeathed his younger daughter.
"You don"t need to worry about my loyalty," Andrew said, wanting no mistakes or misunderstandings on that point. "Indigo"s the only woman I want."
"I know that," Abel said to his surprise. "When we first met, I looked at Tarah the way you look at Indigo." A chuckle. "Still do, as a matter of fact."
Andrew relaxed.
Too soon.
"Just so you know," Abel said in that same warm tone, "you hurt her and I"ll break every bone in your body. Twice."
Having survived both Abel and dinner, Andrew walked into the kitchen and went to stand at Tarah"s shoulder while she cut the dessert cake into slices. "Tarah?"
Instead of answering, Tarah picked up a sliver of cake and turned to feed it to him. "So?"
He chewed, savored the burst of brandy and chocolate, swallowed. "Will you marry me?"
That got him a twinkling smile. "What is it you want to know, sweetheart?"
Utterly melted by her, he didn"t bother to pretend he hadn"t followed her in here with an ulterior motive. "Your sister is much younger than you."
"Our parents were very happily surprised when I was almost twenty."
Drew took a moment to think about that. Changelings were less fertile than humans or Psy, so while this kind of thing did happen, it was rare. "It must have been some celebration."
Having placed the cake on the tray, Tarah motioned for him to lift down the cups and saucers from an upper cupboard. "Oh, it was," she said as he obeyed. "Everyone thought I"d be jealous, but I thought she was the cutest, most adorable thing I"d ever seen." A laugh husky with memory. "I used to steal her from my mother all the time and show her off like she was my own."
He chuckled, thinking back to how Riley had treated him and Brenna when they"d been younger. "Adria can"t be much older than Indigo."
"I found my mate early"-a dazzling echo of memory-"and we had our beautiful Indigo soon afterward. Adria was only four at the time, so they grew up more as sisters than anything else."
Encouraged by her openness, he asked a question on a subject many would have said was none of his business. "How long has Adria been with Martin?"
"Ten years, on and off." Having arranged everything on the tray, Tarah went to pick it up.
He slid his hands past hers. "I"ll get that."
Looking up, she stopped him with a hand on his upper arm. "You were a wonderful boy, Andrew. I"m so glad to know the man you"ve become."
Feeling the love in that touch, in those words, he asked the final, most important question. "How long has it been like that between them?"
"Since the start." Pain pinched her expression. "They love each other, but Martin"s never quite been able to handle Adria"s strength . . . and it breaks her heart each time he makes that clear."
As Andrew lay naked in bed and watched Indigo get ready to join him, he thought over the implications of what he"d learned tonight. He didn"t have to be a shrink to see that Indigo"s views on relationships had to have been shaped by the two closest to her.
Her parents" mating, while unsuitable to her own situation, fit the accepted parameters and was very, very successful. Adria, by contrast, had broken the mold, thrown in her lot with a less dominant man-and the results weren"t exactly inspiring.
"Deep thoughts?" Indigo asked, brushing her hair in front of the vanity across from the bed.
He ran his eyes over the silky little boxers in a color that echoed her eyes that she"d paired with a thin black camisole, her hair a waterfall of shining ebony over her shoulders. "You"re so beautiful, you make my heart stop."
Her hand froze in its smooth strokes and she stared at him across the length of the room. "Drew . . . you can"t go around saying things like that."
"Why not?"
Putting the brush on the vanity, Indigo walked over to crawl onto the bed, straddling his body. "Because then it makes me adore you even more-and I"m not sure I can handle it." A teasing statement, but he heard the whisper of truth beneath. His lieutenant was afraid of the growing depth of the bonds between them.
He couldn"t blame her. It had knocked him for six, too, when he"d first realized that she was it for him. Forever. "In that case-your eyes are funny and your teeth are crooked."
Her entire face sparkled. "Much better."
Letting the emotion in his heart translate into a slow smile, he stroked his hands up her thighs and under the edge of her camisole. "I have this fantasy."
"Really?" An arch comment. "Does it involve me naked?"
"How did you know?"
"You"re not that hard to read, mister." She rubbed her body over the pulsing ridge of his erection. "Or should I say . . . your hardness is easy to read?"
He sucked in a breath, inhaling the lush, earthy warmth of her arousal. "Funny."
"I thought so." She stroked her palms down his chest, her claws p.r.i.c.king just enough to incite his wolf to snarling life. "I see someone"s come out to play." Her own wolf in her eyes, she bent her head and ran her teeth over his nipple, her hair a thousand teasing fingers across his skin.
Fisting one hand in the silken ma.s.s, he clenched the other on the sheets. "Is that all you"ve got?"
A gleam of indigo blue between slitted lids, and then she rubbed her barely covered b.r.e.a.s.t.s oh-so-slowly against his chest, snaking her hand down to close over his erection in an openly possessive grip.
"Christ." It was gritted out between clenched teeth. When he went to grab her shoulders and pull her up, she tightened her hold, letting him feel her claws. Swearing, he dropped his hands. "Do your worst then, Lieutenant."
Stroking and squeezing the rigid length of his erection with warm, strong hands, she wiggled down over his thighs . . . lower. "Oh, I intend to." A hot, damp breath on the blunt tip of his c.o.c.k, his body arching toward the warm wetness of her mouth.
"Patience." It was a laughing admonition as she rose back up, releasing him to press her palms against his thighs.
It took everything he had to keep himself in position, to let her play as she would. But he was still a predatory changeling male with a woman he considered his. "Top. Off." It came out husky, rough.
She flicked a finger at the strap of her camisole. "You mean this?"
Narrowing his eyes, he swiped up with a single precise claw.
Indigo jerked back, but not fast enough. Her mouth fell open as her camisole parted in two neat halves in front. "Hey!"
He traced the bared curves of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with his eyes. "Oops."
Ripping off the camisole and throwing it to the side, Indigo prowled up his body, bracing herself with her palms on either side of his head. "You think you"re so clever."
It was the most blinding pleasure to stroke his hands over her b.u.t.tocks and lower back, to touch her as he would. "Yep." Nudging her down just enough, he gripped a nipple between his teeth. When she thrust her hand into his hair, he released it before sucking it back in and tugging hard.
She shivered against him. "More." It was an order and a demand in one.
Andrew smiled and bestowed the same caress on her neglected breast, bringing up a hand to fondle her with a proprietary pleasure he"d never bothered to hide.
"You," she murmured against his mouth as she pulled away, "have a way of taking over in bed, but I have intentions of my own today."
Dropping his head back on the pillows, he watched without breathing as she finger-walked her way down his chest and back to the raging hardness of his c.o.c.k. This time, her fingers circled him with purpose, and there was no warning; one minute she was straddling him, the next, she"d shimmied down to take him into the wet heat of her mouth.
"f.u.c.k!" It was torn out of him as pleasure short-circuited his senses. Reaching down, he thrust one hand into her hair.
When she pulled away, teasing him to madness, he nudged her forward. She let him feel her teeth. He growled. Laughter in the eyes that met his. And he knew he was sunk.
Groaning, he took everything she had to give, and he gloried in it. Mine, he thought as she laved pleasure upon pleasure, as she gave the wolf within her control, you"re mine.
Indigo brought Drew to the edge again and again, backing off a split second before he would"ve lost control. Her own need was at a keening pitch when she gave one final lick, got rid of her boxers, and straddled him once more.
His wolf was in his eyes, in the claws he"d dug into the bed, shredding the sheets. "I"d apologize," he growled, following her gaze, "but I don"t think you deserve it."
Even now, with hunger a voracious beast between them, he could make her smile. "In that case . . . maybe I"ll just do this for a while." Lifting herself, she brushed her core against the tip of his c.o.c.k.
It was meant to be a teasing punishment.
It drove her wild.
Drew"s hands clamped on her hips. "Down!" He pulled.
Sliding onto him in a hard rush, she cried out at the almost painful fullness. His hands flexed on her, and she realized he hadn"t sheathed his claws. That was alright. Hers were p.r.i.c.king into his chest as she braced herself.
"Indy?" A word so hoa.r.s.e, she knew it had been a struggle for him to get it out.