A Stroke of Enticement Page 8

  Part of her wanted to grab that promise and never let go. But another part of her, the part that had been trapped first by injury, then a mother's fear, was hesitant. Was she ready to take this chance on the faith of a man's promise? Was she ready to give up the freedom she'd fought a lifetime to attain? "I'm so afraid, Zach."

  "Ah, Annie. Don't you know? My cat is devoted to you. If you asked me to crawl, I'd crawl."

  It shattered her, the way he'd just ripped open his heart and laid it at her feet. Trembling, she placed two fingers against his lips. "I would never ask that."

  "Neither would I." His lips moved against her touch. "Trust me."

  There it was, the crux of it. She adored him, loved him beyond reason, but trust . . . trust was a harder thing. Then she looked into that proud face, into the wild heart of the leopard within, and knew there could be only one answer. She refused to let fear cheat her out of the promise of glory.

  "I do," she said, cutting the last safety rope that had held her suspended above the fathomless depths of the abyss. "I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone." Something tightened in her chest at that second and then snapped, leaving her breathless. She clung instinctively to Zach, and he held her tight, burying his face in the curve of her neck. When she could breathe again, she tangled her fingers gently in his hair. "Zach?"

  He shuddered. "God, I was so scared you were going to say no."

  She felt it then—his terror, his love, his devotion. It was as if she had a direct line to his soul. The beauty of it staggered. "Oh my God." There was no way this bond would ever let either of them ignore each other. "Zach, I adore you." She could finally admit that, needed to admit it, needed to tell him that he wasn't alone.

  "I know." He squeezed her even as a wave of love flavored with the primal fury of the cat came down the bond between them. "I can feel you inside me."

  So could she, she thought in mute wonder, so could she.

  A week later, Annie sat down in Zach's lap, blocking his view the football game. He reached up to kiss her. "Want to play, Teach?"

  She always wanted to play with him. But they had things to discuss. "No, this is business."

  He turned off the game. "So?"

  "So we have to have a wedding."

  "We're mated." A growl poured out of his mouth. "Why the hell do we need to have a wedding? Those things drive everyone crazy—last year, I saw a grown man cry during the buildup."

  Once, she would've wondered how on earth changeling women dared stand up to their mates when the men got all growly. Now she knew—just like her, those women knew that heaven might fall and the earth might crumble, but their mates would never hurt them. "Didn't you say we were going to have a mating ceremony?"

  "It's not really a ceremony." He scowled. "More a celebration of our being together."

  She couldn't help it. She reached out to stroke her fingers through his hair. "It's getting stronger," she said.

  "It'll keep doing that." His scowl turned into a smile that hit her right in the heart. "Even when we're a hundred and twenty, I'll still want to crawl all over you."

  "Zach, you're a menace." And she loved him for it. Was starting to truly see what she'd gotten when she accepted the mating. It was a powerful, almost vicious need, but it was also a bond of the deepest, most unflinching love. Even when he wasn't with her, she felt him loving her deep inside. "We need to have a wedding," she said, coaxing him with a slow kiss, "because my parents need to see me married, and Caro's already picked out a matron of honor dress." Then she dealt what she knew would be the deathblow to any further objections. "Their happiness is important to me."

  He blew out a breath. "Fine. When?"

  "I was thinking spring for both ceremonies."

  "That's a while away." He slid his hands under her sweater, touching skin. "We could do it at Christmas. A present for both of us."

  "No," she said, stroking his nape with her fingertips. "It has to be spring. I want everything alive and growing," As she felt she was growing, opening, becoming. "And I already have my present."

  Eyes the color of the deepest ocean gleamed with feline curiosity. "Yeah?"

  "A long time ago, during the Christmas I lay in hospital," she told him, retrieving a memory that had once been painful, but was now full of wonder, "I wished for someone who would be mine, someone I could play with and share all my secrets." Never could she have imagined the astonishing final outcome of that long-ago wish.

  He moved his hands down to close over her thighs. "Are you calling me your gift?"

  "Yes." She smiled. "How do you feel about that?"

  "Like it's my turn to be unwrapped." He nibbled at her mouth. "Do it slow."

  Her laughter mingled with his and the sound felt like starlight on her skin, like the promise of forever . . . like a lick of "majick."