“No, touch Hayashi. Right there,” he said, pointing at Hayashi's arm, “at the break.”
Morgan opened his mouth to retort when Kisho nodded. “Do it. I'm curious.
What am I supposed to feel, Jules?”
“You tell me.”
Sheridan didn't want to, but she couldn't help sensing Kisho's newly healing fracture. The need to fix the break gave her a much-needed diversion, and before she knew it, she'd moved closer. She touched Kisho's arm, then grasped it firmly in her hands, concentrating on mending the bone until it healed completely.
“Oh, wow. That is so good,” Kisho said on a groan. “Her hands are so hot.”
“But what do you feel?” Jules asked, his voice strangely tight.
“Warm, peaceful. Like I'm floating on the water, just floating.” Sheridan wanted to step away, but her work wasn't done. Screw Jules and his suspicions. “Let me see your ribs.”
Morgan lifted Kisho's shirt. “I distracted him, and the Viking asshole took advantage,” Morgan muttered, scowling at Tersch.
“Hey, not my fault you two can't keep your dicks down while we're playing.”
“Training, Tersch. Not playing,” Jules reminded him tautly. “But I find it interesting Sheridan knew about Kisho's ribs and that she heals by touch. Because it wasn't so long ago that I met a woman who could do that.” Kisho flinched. “Sorry, Sheridan, but that hurt. Ahhh. Now it's better. Damn, that's nice.” He sighed and covered her hand with his own. “Thank you.”
“You don't feel any attraction to her? Not horny as hell?” Jules persisted.
“Jules.” Sheridan frowned.
“Hell, no.” Kisho shook his head. “Sorry, Sheridan. No offense, but Morgan's enough for me.”
“Damn straight.” Morgan winked at her.
“Well, isn't that interesting.” Jules sounded way too pleased for her peace of mind.
Sheridan took her hands away and blinked up at Kisho, a little woozy from all the energy she'd pushed into him. Kisho's sincere appreciation made her smile. And then she realized what Jules had said. He recognized the connection they shared.
He remembered her and the sexual connection she was helpless to deny. Great. As if he needed one more advantage over her.
“Crap.”
Jules rumbled low in his throat. “I've missed you, baby. Now why don't we make up for lost time?” He showed her a lot of fang…and little patience.
Jules's hunger grew as a wash of new memories flashed through his mind.
Small pieces, but put together, they showed him a woman who'd healed at him at great expense to herself. Her hands over his body, healing his wounded groin. Then the bliss she'd given him before she had to leave and hide from the guards. The marks he'd seen on her body, the abuse she'd suffered at the hands of Montaña, that bastard.
Sheridan had taken his pain the same way she'd taken Hayashi's. She'd made him better, and she'd taken him to bliss, only to disappear after he'd saved her life.
Why had she left him? What had happened after they'd separated? He had to know.
He scowled. “We met a mutant in the jungle. He tried to kill us.” The others around them stilled, staring from Jules to Sheridan. To my mate, his beast purred.
He stopped her when she tried to turn away. “Don't, Sheridan. They have a right to know who you are and what you did to help me.”
“I'm going to be a father!” Fallon shouted and laughed as he exited the lab room with Olivia. The pair stopped and stared at the tense scene.
“I know.” Jules grinned through his teeth. “The way you two go at it, it's no surprise. And speaking of surprises, guess where I first met Sheridan Keyes?” Olivia grinned. “I've been waiting for this. What a day!” Sheridan tried to scoot away, but Jules latched on to her wrist and held firm.
He wouldn't release her. Not now. Hell, maybe not ever.
“Oh boy,” Fallon muttered.
“In the damned jungle, that's where.” Jules turned to growl at Sheridan. “For a while after I got back, I thought I was losing my fucking mind. But then I remembered you. You were there. Montaña hurt me. And you healed me, several times, I think. It's still fuzzy. I do remember us running from rogues. But I don't know what the hell happened after I tangled with that mutant.” Tersch blurted, “Holy fuck,” and seemed to blanch before Sheridan's eyes. “You telling me you really fought with a mutant? I thought that was the drugs talking. I mean, I believed you about the rogues, but even I have trouble with mutants.” He grinned. “You really are a badass, aren't you, boss?” Then his eyes narrowed.
“Sheridan was with you in Brazil? In the same compound as Montaña?”
“Or wherever we were.” Jules pulled her closer, his beast needing to be let loose. “She disappeared. And yet, here she is. Same blue eyes, same red hair. Same sweet scent.” He wanted her, ached to have her.
“Jules,” Olivia said on a breath. “Um, you're not just emoting. You're pushing another mating heat.”
“I'm more than up for it.” Fallon grinned. “Come on, Olivia. Let's go upstairs and celebrate the baby.” He turned to Jules. “You need to talk to your girlfriend, because I'm catching snippets of a helluva lot she has to say. Guys, let Jules handle this.”
Sheridan groaned. “Stop reading my mind.”
“Then stop projecting so loudly,” Fallon answered with a gentle smile. “And thanks for whatever you did for Olivia. She feels much better. But next time, I want to watch all of it. I wouldn't mind a little more skin on skin.”
“For God's sake, Jesse.” Olivia blushed a bright pink.
“Hey, me too. Don't forget I'm family,” Tersch whined.
Morgan added under his breath, “More like the black sheep or a mongrel dog.” He shoved Hayashi between them when Tersch lunged for him. “Come on, Tersch.
You can take it out on me upstairs. I'm feeling generous.”
“Asshole.”
“If you're lucky,” Morgan murmured, and Hayashi grinned.
“You guys are a riot.” Jules tugged Sheridan with him and had a sense of déjà vu, since he'd grabbed her the same way just last night. “I need some time to talk to my girlfriend. Unless you're on fire, don't bother me.”
“Sure thing, hoss,” Morgan said with a salute just before Tersch grabbed him around the neck and put him into a headlock.
Sheridan sputtered the whole way to his room. He didn't care. Jules didn't want to hear anything but yes and more on her sultry lips. To finally have her here in his arms, to finally, fully believe he hadn't imagined it, that his beast had fixated on a real woman for a reason, made him feel worlds better. But it didn't alleviate the need in his blood or the ache in his cock for her.
Once in his room, he closed and locked the door behind them. He turned to face her and stripped out of his clothes. With each article that fell to the ground, her eyes grew wider.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Wh-what, but I—”
“Do it,” he growled, unable to tolerate a moment more of anything between him and her body.
She slowly stripped, exposing more and more of her soft flesh to his gaze.
“Look at yourself,” he told her and guided her toward the large mirror in his bathroom.
So hard he hurt, he crowded her against the bathroom counter. “Don't move.” The sight of her full breasts and tight nipples brought the beast quickly to the surface. He wanted to bite, to suck, to taste. Jules lifted a hand and watched as his claws slowly emerged. He ran a sharp nail over her shoulder, ultracareful not to break her skin or in any way harm her.
She froze under his hands, but the scent of her lust increased. Curious to see how far he could go, he turned her so that she was belly down on the counter. He didn't make any sudden moves, waiting to see if she'd protest.