Aryck’s rumbled laugh made her blush deepen. He stroked her cheek, his teeth flashing white in amusement. “Embarrassed? How can you be after growing up among prostitutes?”
“This is not the same. This matters.”
“I’m glad,” he said, taking her mouth in a series of slow kisses that filled her with pleasure, making her labia swell and part in readiness for him.
Her hand slid down his side, then between their bodies. Seeking him out. Finding him. Her fingers curling around his hardening cock.
This time his laugh held rising desire and purring anticipation. He nibbled at her lips, whispered against them, “Coupling is not something cats feel any shame in doing, or in being seen doing. But I’ll admit, I don’t have the necessary control at the moment to allow any other male to watch us together and fantasize about having you.”
She brushed her thumb over the head of his penis. His buttocks flexed and his hips gave a quick thrust. Levity gave way to intensity of expression as he rolled, flattening her back against the soft fur.
Her thighs splayed voluntarily, hips canting to make it easier for him to fill her. But when she would have guided him to her opening, he stilled and gave a low, threatening growl.
It took an instant to hear what he heard. She guessed whoever approached was purposely making enough noise to alert a human.
The footfalls stopped just beyond the doorway. Levi said, “There’s a sick Lion, Rebekka. My grandmother would like you to accompany her to the boy’s home. After what happened to the Wolves, the pride is wary.”
With lithe grace Aryck got to his feet. Rebekka followed, blushing again when his semen escaped her slit and further marked the insides of her thighs with his scent.
He leaned in, teeth clamping down on her shoulder. Biting her then soothing the tiny pain with the caress of his tongue.
He collected his pants and stepped into them. She gathered her clothing and quickly dressed, toeing on her shoes at the doorway, then stepping out of the room.
Levi’s expression was neutral, but she knew him too well not to see his worry, feel it. Some of her happiness fell away with the realization that in two days he would have to return to Oakland. With or without her.
Aryck’s hand curled possessively around her arm. Her eyes met his and a pang went through her heart as she wondered what lay ahead for them.
Magena waited near the dwelling entranceway. “It’s best you remain inside,” she told Levi.
He handed the journal to Rebekka. She slid it into her pocket and followed the Lion healer outside.
In tiger form, Caius bounded over to Rebekka. He stood on hind legs, powerful front limbs wrapping around her waist and nearly knocking her over with the exuberance of his greeting. She gave him a quick hug and he dropped to all four paws, padding back to Canino.
“This way,” Magena said, turning to the left.
Rebekka had thought there were a lot of Lions present when she arrived; now it looked as though their numbers had tripled in the time she’d been there. A great number of them were agitated.
They paced, filling the late afternoon with the sounds of their roars. What cubs she saw were gathered and contained in circles of adult females who made it clear with teeth and claws they wouldn’t let even the most energetic of their charges leave.
All but Magena wore fur. Rebekka understood why Levi’s grandmother had directed him to remain in his family’s home.
From somewhere in the mistletoe-laden oak forest that started where the eucalyptus grove ended, a burst of giggling came, high-pitched and eerie. It was followed by grunted laughter and the telltale whooping of hyenas.
It made the hair stand on the back of Rebekka’s neck. Her heart raced in trepidation and dread built with each step.
Several Lions charged in the direction of the noise, more for show than with the intent of entering the forest. They stopped after going little more than a hundred feet, paced and roared in warning, gouged the trees with the rake of their claws before turning and padding back to the clustered dwellings.
“It’s a pack of pure animals,” Magena said. Her voice held concern over the proximity of the hyenas, and their unnatural behavior at venturing so close to territory claimed by a huge pride of Lions.
Twenty-five
A Lion in human form ushered them into the end dwelling. The front rooms were crowded with others. “Everyone having contact with Kerr has been quarantined here,” he told Magena.
“Good. How is your son now?”
“Weak, sweating. Only marginally worse than when I sought you out.”
“Has he convulsed?” Rebekka asked.
“No.”
“Is he conscious?”
“Yes. Come. I’ll take you to him.”
They passed through several vacant rooms before reaching an opening covered by a heavy elk pelt. The man pulled it aside to reveal a candlelit room, and a boy in his late teens curled into a fetal ball in the center of it.
The window was also covered, as if to minimize the possibility of disease being spread in an airborne manner. It muted the sound of the Lions and hyenas, but in such close proximity, the wild laughter and roars still seemed loud.
Both she and Magena knelt next to Kerr. Aryck crouched at her side.
The boy’s father took up a position opposite them. “He’s emptied the contents of his stomach and his bowels.”
Kerr began trembling. Shivering violently. His teeth chattering.
Magena touched a hand to his forehead. “Fever.”
She glanced at Rebekka. “He took down a young buck the hyenas injured but didn’t kill. The pack outside came upon him as he gorged himself. They chased him off the carcass and pursued him. He was already ill by the time he returned home.”
“Can he change forms?”
“Not again. He did once, to tell his father he felt sick and try to heal through shifting, but he couldn’t retake his lion form. There are cures, preparations I would normally make and dispense for these symptoms, but given what happened on Wolf lands . . .
“The pride has gold they can pay you with. Please use your gift so we can know if there are others who will soon fall ill.”
High-pitched, eerie giggles pierced the hide covering the window and stabbed into Rebekka. Sweat broke out on her skin.
A shudder passed through her, so noticeable Aryck placed his hand on her back. He stroked her spine in a calming gesture, murmured soothingly, “You’re safe. Whatever has stirred them up and brought them this close to the Lions won’t bring them any closer.”
Rebekka fought to keep from shaking. If Kerr carried disease then it was already among the Lions. If the hyenas were sick then she would call them to their deaths and possibly expose those outside to virus-borne plague. And if she refused to use her gift, she would have to reveal a secret that in all likelihood would lead to her being blamed for what happened on Wolf lands as well as what happened here.
They would kill her. Perhaps they would kill Levi and Aryck as well.
She was damned by any choice she made.
The hide covering the doorway pushed to the side. A white Lion with pale blue eyes entered.
Rebekka knew the shaman by the swirling brands on his face. He sat, allowing the hide to fall back into place and once again serve as a door.
Despite his sightless eyes, she felt as though he’d come to serve as witness to the proceedings. A last glance at the fur-covered window and she made her decision. The risk of doing nothing was too great.
She removed the amulet. As Aryck took it from her, it felt as though ice shattered and splintered in her chest, the blast of it so sharp and intense it doubled her over.
In self-defense and instinctive reaction she placed her hands on the Lion teen. Warmth flowed into her, but it was mild, tepid, and she knew immediately that unlike the Wolves and Jaguars she’d healed, the Lion was nowhere near death.