Moira Rogers - Wilder’s Mate

The other hound dropped to his knees, putting his body lower than Wilder’s. “Hard to tell. Time, probably, though it’s bound to help if we get him away from here. From the fight.” Which meant moving Nathaniel. During the day. “I saw horses. Did Lowe have any carriages?

Anything to keep Nathaniel safe from the sun?”

“Most likely.” Archer didn’t take his eyes off of Wilder. “We’ll handle that part. You’d best be thinking about how to get your man there into one of them without a tussle.”

“We left our horses and packs tied up at the edge of town. Fetch those and get a carriage ready. I’ll take care of Wilder.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He ducked out of the shattered door.

Satira turned to Wilder and managed a shaky smile. “I know you’re in there somewhere, Wilder Harding. You need to come back to me. I think I earned one hell of a kiss, and I mean to collect.” The growling subsided, but he didn’t move. He stared at her instead, yellow eyes tracking every move.

A swift victory and a triumphant ride back to Iron Creek would have been too easy. Sighing, Satira settled in for a long afternoon.

The jarring woke Wilder. He opened his eyes to the opulent interior of a large carriage, one he’d never seen before, and the warmth and scent of Satira’s body draped across his.

He stirred, and she murmured his name, voice sleepy. One small hand curled around his bare shoulder, and her chin dug into his chest.

He was naked under a rough blanket. Wilder sat straight, cradling her in his arms, and cursed. Vague memories of a showdown with Lowe teased at him, and he shook Satira awake, “Sweetheart? What happened?”

“You ripped your clothes.” She wiggled a little, getting her knees on either side of his hips, then sat back against his thighs. “Convincing you that you wanted to ride in a carriage wasn’t easy.”

“Did I get knocked on the head?”

“No.” Her lips tugged down into a disapproving little frown. “Hunter was ready to try, but it wasn’t necessary. Once they backed off, you followed me inside.”

It didn’t explain why he couldn’t remember anything. “Why did I have to follow you anywhere?”

“Because you changed.” She touched his cheek. “When you thought Nathaniel had hurt me. You changed into your other form.”

“I—” The memory rushed back. Fur and fangs, rending anyone and everything in his path. Wilder sucked in a sharp breath and asked the question he wanted to bite back. “Did I hurt him?”

“No. No, we’re all in one piece, more or less.” She gestured to a narrow doorway behind her. “This is one of Lowe’s carriages. Nathaniel’s in the other room. It’s sealed against sunlight.”

“Lowe.” He clenched his hands to still their shaking. “He’s dead?” That made her smile, though her expression held more than a little vindictive pleasure. “He was ash, last time I saw him.”

There was only one reason for her to look so pleased instead of merely relieved. “You did it, didn’t you? I remember…light.”

“Sunlight,” she confirmed. Her fingers brushed his cheek again, stroking as if reassuring herself he was all right. “Nathaniel did it, really. He’d already built the weapon. And even when Lowe ordered him to bring me upstairs, Nathaniel fought him long enough for me to prepare it.” Questions remained, a hundred questions that would take time to answer. Right now, only one thing was important. “I changed, and you were able to calm me.”

“Yes.” She stroked his jaw as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. “You needed to protect me.”

He needed to kiss her, so he did, tilting his head to better fit his lips to hers. Her taste filled him until the world was nothing but her, every sense focused on the way she felt in his arms.

“I want to be with you,” he whispered finally. “I have to. Do you understand?”

“You need me.” Her lips tickled his lips with every word, and he felt her smile. “It’s a good thing, since I don’t think you’re devious enough to be rid of me. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth, if that was what it took.”

“It won’t.” One thing, all he needed to hear. “I love you.” Her mouth crashed against his. She kissed him so hard her teeth dug into his lower lip. “Love you.” She kissed his cheek. His jaw. When she found his ear, her breathless whisper shivered pleasure down his spine. “I love you, Wilder Harding. Full moon, new moon and everything in-between.”

“Good, because this means you’re saddled with me, whether you want to be or not.”

“I want to be.” She leaned back, curled her fingers into a dainty little fist and drove it into his shoulder. “And next time someone drags me into a room, you’d best do me the courtesy of at least considering that I’m right where I intend to be. Because if you think you’re locking me up somewhere safe, maybe you did hit your head.”

He smiled. “Don’t think I can help it. I’m never going to be rational when you’re threatened.” Her eyes rolled toward the ceiling as she heaved an entirely melodramatic sigh. “Fine. We can spend the next twenty or so years bickering over it. It’ll add spice to our life between bouts of mortal danger.”

“Reminding me about the mortal danger isn’t going to help your cause, you know.”

“Yes, all the things I could do to help my cause seem somehow less appealing with my guardian in the next room. Especially now that he probably has preternatural hearing.” Wilder swallowed hard. “Are you straight with that? We’ll probably have to help him hide from the Guild. Lord knows what they’d want to do.”

Her humor faded. “He’s Nathaniel. I don’t—” An uncertain pause. “Levi gave me…prejudices.

They’re not comfortable, now. But he’s still Nathaniel, and that’s all I care about.” Most people had similar beliefs and prejudices, if only because they’d never actually seen a vampire.

Never spoken to one. “I think, if it were as simple as that, he might not be the Nathaniel you knew. But he’s part hound too.”

“Then we’ll hide him.” She curled her arms around her body. “What about you? Us? I thought the Guild didn’t encourage hounds to take mates. And they’re not likely to consider me a qualified weapons inventor. If they tell you that you have to leave me—”

“They won’t,” he assured her. “And if they try, they can go to hell. They need me more than I need them.”

“And I need you most of all.” One arm uncurled and looped around his neck, and she leaned into him, pressing her forehead to his cheek. “I need you.”

He might have to fight for her, leave his life behind and forge a new one. Instead of terrifying him, the thought made him feel light. Free. “I need you too.”

“The Guild representative has kept Wilder in Levi’s old study all day today.” Satira rubbed the heels of her hands against her eyes and sighed. “Nathaniel’s been hiding in his lab for three days. Wilder thinks he should pose as his own nephew. He looks so much younger that it might work.” Ophelia lifted her tea cup and took a sip before answering. “It might avert questions later, especially from those who have known Nathaniel for some time. Secrecy about one’s family is commonplace, but an unrelated man who could double for a dead Guild inventor? Not as likely.” Which was what Wilder had said, in fewer, blunter words. After the past weeks, Ophelia’s gentle refinement was almost soothing. Satira dropped her hands to her lap and gave her friend a helpless look.

“So much has changed.”

The blonde woman’s cup rattled against her saucer, belying her outward calm, but she met Satira’s look evenly. “What happens is beyond your control, remember that. All that is within your grasp is how you handle those changes.”

A truth anyone who wanted to live along the border must keep close in their hearts. “Are you all right, Ophelia? Did something happen while we were away?”

Her serious look broke with a smile. “You worry too much about others. You were the one who went marching into a vampire lord’s lair.”

It wasn’t quite an answer, which only served to increase her unease. Ophelia had achieved independence and success enough to command a steep price for her favors, but it didn’t make life as a whore any less dangerous. If Wilder got his way, maybe they could offer Ophelia a different choice. At least her friend knew something of managing households… The estate had fallen into an embarrassing state of disrepair under Satira’s guidance.

Until the Bloodhound Guild handed down their verdict, Satira couldn’t give her friend promises.

Instead she offered a smile and reached out to catch Ophelia’s hand. “I missed you.”

“Oh, I missed you too.” Ophelia’s smile softened. “Things simply aren’t the same around here when you’re off having adventures.”

“I liked the adventure.” It felt like a confession. “Not at first. At first I hardly knew what to do with myself. I felt helpless. And then…” The new moon had changed everything. He’d needed her, and she’d been enough. Such a tiny thing to give her confidence, but it had been the first time in her life she hadn’t been the one in need.

“I’m so glad it worked out for you.” Her friend squeezed her hand. “He’s a character, to be sure, but you glow when you look at him, Satira.”

“I know.” And she proved it a few moments later when Wilder walked in, his hat in his hand.

He halted near the door, an apology on his lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t know you had company.” Satira came to her feet in a rustle of skirts that still felt awkward after so many days of trousers.

“Wilder, you remember Ophelia?”