Speed Mating

Speed Mating Midnight Liaisons - 2.3 Jessica Sims

Estrella sat in the waiting room of her alpha's auto repair garage and tried not to throw up her lunch.

It was just nerves causing her stomach to churn, but that didn’t help matters. She perched on the edge of the plastic chair, sipping water from a Styrofoam cup and trying to distract herself from the sense of helplessness she felt.

A shadow fell over her. A pair of jeans and workman's boots moved into her line of vision, and Estrella almost choked on her water. She looked up and saw Vic towering over her seat. Massive, hulking Vic, who never failed to intimidate despite the fact that they were both the same height - six foot two. She always felt small around Vic, though. Maybe it was the immense breadth of his muscles or his thick arms sleeved with tattoos. Or maybe it was the fact that his usual expression seemed to be a displeased frown when she was around.

That frown was on his face at the moment as he wiped his fingers with a greasy rag.

"Morning, Estrella," he said casually, his attention more on his hands than her face. "You wanted to see me?"

She got to her feet, ignoring the eyes that glanced in her direction when she unfolded her legs and stood to her full height. She was a tall woman, healthy and muscular thanks to her liger background, but she wasn't dainty like human women. She never would be. Most men were intimidated by her size, which made it difficult to get a date. Add in the liger thing and she seemed doomed to live a life of solitude.

Well, until now, she thought, her gut clenching again.

Of course, why she was obsessing over her appearance at a time like this made no sense. It just went to show how incredibly distracted she was by...her situation. Oh, god, she had a situation.

She felt like throwing up all over again.

"Yes. I did. I...need to talk." When he continued to look at her with that patient-only-because-I-have-to-be gaze, she added, “In private. Please."

He gestured to the back office and she headed there.

Estrella didn't come in to visit Vic often. The were-tigers were a more loosely-formed clan of shifters than most, but they still got together several times a month for meetings and just general bonding. Being the only liger in the vicinity - hell, in the entire state - she didn't exactly 'blend' with the rest of her temperamental, fierce clan. She was only half tiger, but she fit in more with them than with the lions, who didn't welcome her at all. But even at the gatherings, Estrella hung back, quiet and watchful. The tiger clan didn't mind her around as long as she didn't cause trouble.

And she went out of her way to not cause trouble.

Vic's office was a small, glass-walled room at the back of the shop. It boasted a desk covered in scattered, smudged paperwork, a fan, and the world's oldest computer monitor. He moved to the far side of the desk and sat. "Let's make this fast. I've got someone dropping off an engine rehaul, and I'm going to need the time."

"This won't take long," Estrella said nervously, sitting down in the chair across from him.

He picked up a pencil, grabbed a stack of paperwork, distracted. Vic waved a hand in her direction, indicating that she should begin.

She swallowed hard. The words stuck to the roof of Estrella's mouth, and she stared at him mutely as he checked over a purchase order. His dark hair was sweaty at the temples but attractive. He was tanned, and his jaw (and neck) were wide. He looked like a big, mean bruiser. He wasn't, but that didn’t make her feel any better.

When she didn't speak, he glanced up and gave her an impatient look. "Well?"

Now or never. She forced the words out of her throat. "I'm going into heat."

The pencil snapped.

Estrella didn't wince. She didn't even flinch. She just sighed, heavily. "I know."

He rubbed his jaw for a few minutes, saying nothing and clearly trying to compose himself. "Well. This wasn't the conversation I was expecting to have this morning."

Now she was genuinely confused. "What were you expecting this to be about?"

"I was expecting," Vic began, then cleared his throat and continued, "to hear that you'd taken an interest in someone in the clan."

She snorted.

He scowled. "I'm serious."

"So am I. They haven't shown the slightest interest in me, and you know it."

"They're tigers. You're tiger."

"No, I'm liger. Big, overgrown crossbreed of lion and tiger, remember?" She'd never forgotten that she didn't feel as if she belonged with the tigers. They'd been welcoming enough, but wary, and she suspected that the only reason they'd been open to her joining them was because she was female and they only had one other in their clan. But then again, she was sterile. All ligers were more or less ‘mules’ because of the crossbreeding, and they couldn’t have children. At least, that was what she had always been told.

So why bring a sterile woman into a clan? It didn’t make sense, and she’d never been able to figure it out, hence her unease around the other tigers. If she wasn’t mate material because she was barren, what was she? Just a pair of bouncy tits to have around to look at?

Not an endearing thought.

Not that it mattered. Most of the tiger clan? Just not her type. They were too cocky, a little too confident, and with the exception of Vic, she was pretty much the only one over six feet tall.

She never knew how to interpret Vic, either. He always seemed to be scowling and bad tempered about something, but he was still courteous to her. It was a mystery.

"Big, overgrown, sterile crossbreed, I could have sworn," Vic drawled. "You sure about this heat thing?"

"I know how to interpret my own body, thank you," she said, trying to keep the growl out of her throat. "I've been feeling...things. Different things. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what it's leading up to." Things like waking up with her nipples erect, her hands between her thighs, and a pulsing in her blood. Things like her libido revving at the sight of a man’s tight ass. Things like a constant, all-over sensitivity to her skin.

And she was moody as hell. She bared her teeth at him in annoyance.

He regarded her with a stern expression. "Feeling things?"

"I'm flippin' horny all the time," she exploded at him. "Is that what you want me to admit? I could rub one off against just about anything or anyone that walked past, and nothing helps. It gets worse every day." When he continued to regard her, she added, "And I'm a bit moody."

"A bit?"

"A bit."

He rubbed his jaw again, looking for a moment as if he wanted to smile, then thought better of it. "I don't smell anything yet. How long do you think you'll have? We need to make plans."

Her face turned bright red. This was the conversation she'd come here to have, but at the words "I don't smell anything yet" her mind had frozen. Was he going to smell her when she went into heat? Ugh. What did it smell like? God, she didn't want to know. "I’m not sure. This is my first time in heat."

Vic set down the broken pencil and linked his hands behind his head, all enormous biceps and tattoos. Her mouth went dry at the sight. Vic had such big, strong arms that he clearly worked out. A lot. Most of the tiger clan tended towards bulk, but Vic carried it like an Olympian. She...liked all that muscle. Quite a bit.

Down, girl, she told her libido. He's the alpha. No, no.

Lord knew that if any man flexed in front of her, she'd drop her panties to the ground in a flash, unable to control herself until her heat passed. It sucked.

"Are you going to have it?"

"Huh?"

A momentary flash of annoyance crossed his face. "You're going to be in heat," he said, words crisp and succinct as he sat forward, hands moving to the desk (and no longer flexing so attractively). "Heat means one thing - you're fertile. Are you going to have the child?"

"I...don't know." She raised a hand to stop him. "Before you can give me the spiel about how having a child has the potential to impact the entire clan, I want to remind you that it's my uterus, and I'll do what I want with it - or not. If I decide to have a child, it's going to be my idea, not anyone else's."

He scowled. "I don't care what you do. I just need to know so we can plan accordingly."

"Oh." That had gone a little smoother than she'd thought. For some reason, she'd anticipated...a protest. Shifter children were rare enough that an unattached female going into heat was a big deal. A heat only happened a few times in a shifter's life, and each time was impossible to predict. A woman would have no way of knowing how many times she'd go into heat in her life. And if she used birth control and rode out the heat? It was impossible to predict if she'd ever go into heat again.

It was a gamble. Worst of all, Estrella was single. She didn't even have a romantic interest. All she had were some rather short tiger clan cousins and...Vic.

Her stomach went queasy with nerves again.

"If you decide to have this child, do you have a father in mind? Tiger, I hope?"

"It doesn't have to be tiger," she protested. "I just want someone that will love the child and care for it."

"Tiger is preferable--"

"My uterus," she warned.

He gave her a piercing look. "Anyone in the clan would be thrilled to become a father and to take you as a mate."

She rolled her eyes. "If I decide to get pregnant, I'm going to pick the man I like the most, since we'll be tied through the child. I don't want to leave things to chance and just assume that the right guy will be around when the heat hits me. If I do this, it's going to be planned in advance. Right guy, right place, right time. I want my baby to be bred off of the best possible father. Just because I'm going into heat doesn't mean I can't have control of this."

This time, his mouth quirked, as if he were amused by her declaration. "It sounds like you've already decided."

"Maybe," she said defensively. "But if I can't find the right guy, I'm not going to go through with it."

"You'll need someone," he pointed out. "Pregnancy or not, the heat's still going to happen."

Her face flushed. "Yes, I know. Someone'll do regardless." And if it wasn't someone she could desire and respect, well, a lot of alcohol in advance would probably do the trick. There was no way around the situation--it had to be dealt with.

"I’m here to help you, Estrella. Know that." The look in Vic's dark eyes was intense. "You're part of my clan and we take care of our own."

"Thank you. I appreciate that, Vic."

"How much time do you think we have? Honest answer. Think you can hold out until the next week?"

Like she was directing her ovaries. But she didn't feel desperately horny yet. Not yet. Way hornier than normal, yes...but it wasn't dire. "I think I have at least until then. Maybe a bit longer."

"Good. I'm going to put the others on alert and instruct them to be ready to leave the territory at a moment’s notice. The last thing you want is five horny tigers showing up on your doorstep when the time comes."

Well. In actuality, that didn’t sound so bad. But she knew that was just the heat talking. "Thank you, Vic. I appreciate it."

"Quit thanking me. We're clan. That's what we do." He picked up his phone, and then paused. “You don’t have anyone in mind? You sure? You can tell me.”

She spread her hands in a helpless gesture. “I’m clueless.”

He grunted. “Fine. You'll tell me who you choose?"

She nodded.

"Keep me posted, then."

So she was going to do this after all.

Estrella exhaled as she left Vic's office, her hand straying to her stomach. She'd gone in there to argue with him about how it was her body and her right, and she'd ended up going on and on about the father of her child as if things were a given. Maybe they were.

In a week or so, her entire life was going to change. Damn. She'd best get started.

"Man, you're so freaking lucky."

Estrella picked up a fry and gave her friend an inquisitive look. "What makes you say that?"

"Look at you. You're all boobs and legs and you're eating a burger and fries." Jayde Sommers stabbed at her salad with a vicious move. "If I smell one of those fries, I'm going to gain a pound. But not you. And now on top of this, you're going into heat." She shook her head. "Some people have all the luck."

"I don't feel very lucky right about now," Estrella confessed, grabbing a salt-shaker and dousing her food with it. "I don't have a guy, remember?"

Jayde waved her fork dismissively. "You're gorgeous. Someone'll turn up."

"I'm six foot two. Do you know how hard it is to find someone that's going to date a woman that's taller – and occasionally broader - than he is? Do you know how long it's been since I've had a date? Four years."

"Maybe that's why you're going into heat," Jayde said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively at her friend. "It's a desperate cry for attention from your girl parts. They figure if they don't speak up soon, they'll be forever covered in cobwebs."

"Oh please," Estrella said with disgust. "Lots of people go a long time between dates."

"Four years?"

She bit down on a fry and ignored Jayde. Okay, so her track record wasn't great and four years was a long time. A really long time. But what was she supposed to do? Fling herself at any man over six foot three that passed her way? Jayde probably thought that was a good idea.

But then again, her friend had never had trouble getting dates. Her problem was keeping them once they got an earful of her acid tongue.

Estrella sighed. "I just don't have any likely prospects to be a father."

Jayde's hand crept over the table and stole a french fry from the corner of Estrella's plate. "What about that sexyhot alpha of yours?"

"Vic?"

"Tattoos, right? Dangerous looking? Mmmm." Jayde's approval was practically a purr. "I wouldn't mind going into heat with him around. He could put a mate mark on me any time."

For some reason, Estrella squirmed in her seat. Hearing Jayde consider Vic in a sexual way made her feel...weird. Possessive. Which was stupid. And the mate mark thing? She hadn’t even considered that. Shifters marked their mates on the neck with a love bite that only other shifters could see. It would brand her as someone’s property, someone’s cherished mate, and chase off all others.

Holy shit, she wasn’t in this for just a baby. She had to consider a mate, too. Estrella swallowed hard, then shook her head. “Not Vic. He's not interested in me like that. I don't think he finds the liger thing appealing."

"Who does?" At Estrella's glare, Jayde chuckled and stole another fry. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. In all seriousness, would it be so bad to ask your alpha to sire a kid? You know he's responsible, right? He's got a business. You'd never have to hunt the guy down for child support or worry if your kid has a place in the clan."

It all sounded nice, but Vic hadn't shown a bit of interest in her. If anything, he'd looked alarmed when she'd given him her pronouncement. And while Vic was attractive in a scowly, aggressive sort of way, she didn't plan on dragging someone into this 'heat' thing with her. She felt trapped enough as it was.

"Not Vic," she said one more time, and firmly. "I'll have to find someone else. I don't suppose you know of anyone?"

Jayde shook her head, reaching into her purse. "Nope, but I know someone you can call." She pulled out her wallet and produced a small business card, holding it out to Estrella.

She took it from Jayde, examining the small half-moon logo. "Midnight Liaisons. A dating agency? Seriously?"

"A dating agency for, you know." She sniffed meaningfully as if pointing out her unique shifter scent, and gave Estrella a firm look. "You should call them."

"I don't know. Like they're going to have more luck finding me a guy who wants to be a dad as of next week?

"Just do it," Jayde told her. "I've gone out on lots of dates through them. There's a lot out there if you don't mind a little....variety in the gene pool."

"Mind? Remember that you're talking to a liger?"

Jayde pretended to crane her neck to stare up at Estrella. "Oh, I didn't forget."

"All right, ladies! Gather around and we'll begin." The too-chipper blonde at the back of the room waved a hand tipped with hot-pink nails, indicating that they should all move closer to her.

Estrella took a deep sigh to settle her nerves. She got up from the empty table she was occupying and moved to the center of the room, in front of the blonde. She counted five other women clustered nearby, and sized up the competition. Badger, rat, lynx, fox, and harpy, if her nose told her anything. Okay, well, she was the largest predator of the group. She supposed that was good.

She was a foot taller than anyone except the harpy, whom she only towered over by six inches. Damn. She was going to stick out like a sore thumb.

"Hi everyone! My name is Ryder, and I'll be the coordinator for our event tonight." The event hostess flashed them all a dimpled, candy-pink smile, her big blue eyes bright with excitement. "For those of you that have never participated in the 'Speed Mating' event, I'll go over the rules of our game very quickly. Does everyone have their name badge?"

Estrella touched the "Hello, My Name Is #6" badge stuck to her sweater, trying not to feel like an idiot. An optimistic idiot, which made things worse, because this was a set-up that seemed bound for failure, and yet the dating coordinators had assured her that they had great success with these kinds of events.

So she was hopeful. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted this possible baby, which meant finding someone who could be the father she needed for her child...within the space of about a week. Someone whom she could see sharing such a big part of her life with. Someone who wouldn't gross her out when she thought about sharing her heat with them. God.

"Each one of you has been assigned a number," Ryder said in a chirpy voice that was almost shrill as she strove to speak over the group. "You're going to sit at your numbered tables and one man will join each of you. You will have the chance to talk for five minutes, and then I'm going to ring the bell. When I ring the bell, each man is going to get up and move to the next table, and we'll cycle through all of our bachelors in that manner." She held up a small scorecard. "You'll have a card at each of your tables. If you like the man, make a mark under his number. You'll be turning in your card to me. If you and your date both mark your card as interested in the other, we have a match and I'll be contacting you both to coordinate a date. If there's no match, you can always come back next week. Any questions, ladies?"

The group was silent. Estrella wondered if they were half as impatient as she was. She just wanted to get things moving.

"All right, then! Please take a seat at your table and once everyone is ready, we'll bring in the men."

Estrella found table number six in the corner. A bottle of wine had been left, uncorked, on the table. That was nice - get them all boozed up before the men came in so the odds of making a match were better. She poured herself a glass and tipped it back, drinking quickly. Thanks to her liger metabolism, she'd need a couple more glasses downed at the same speed to even give her a bit of a buzz. It seemed to help her frame of mind, though.

She poured another glass and sipped as she picked up the card, examining it. There were no names - not surprising, since she was wearing a sticker that said her name was 'Six,' but it seemed a bit silly and juvenile to her. What was the harm in sharing names? She'd be able to tell what kind of shifter each man was as soon as he sat down, thanks to her enhanced senses. It'd be a parade of men - and a variety of shifters if the female pool was any indication.

For some reason, that thought made her uneasy, and she reached for the wine again, pouring herself another glass. Maybe she needed to get good and sauced before this started. It'd probably be her last opportunity to get drunk before the baby thing, or at least it would be if she got a decent date out of this.

The bell rang. "Date number one is about to arrive, ladies," Ryder announced. "As soon as everyone is seated, the timer will begin. Remember, you'll have five minutes for each date."

Estrella finished draining her wine and began to pour another glass as men filed into the back room of the restaurant. Each table was sequestered away from the others, and no one wandered too close. She could have craned her neck and peered at everyone, but that would have seemed overly obvious – and eager – so she forced herself not to. She flared her nostrils instead, trying to pick out individual scents. She smelled cougar, and the harpy, and...garlic bread. Lots and lots of garlic bread. Damn it. Now she was hungry.

A familiar scent enveloped her nostrils a split second before a massive, hulking form pulled the chair out and sat down across from her. Estrella looked up in surprise to see Vic, his hair still wet from a shower, black t-shirt stretched tight over his chest.

She sputtered at the sight of him, nearly spraying wine across the white linen tablecloth. When she was able to choke down a gasp of breath, she wheezed, "What are you doing here?"

He scowled blackly. "I came to supervise and that horrible little blonde insisted that I sit down on these stupid dates because she had someone cancel."

"Supervise? Excuse me?"

"Supervise," he agreed. "You're in a special situation, so the agency reached out to your alpha just to be on the safe side."

"Oh, I didn't know that."

"You should have. It was in the paperwork."

That would assume that she had actually paid attention to the paperwork. She'd been a little too fidgety to sit and read the ten-page disclosure. Estrella fiddled with her wine glass. "Well, it's nice of you to take an interest, I suppose."

"I have to take an interest. Your child is going to be part of my clan. I'll be his - or her - alpha." His dark gaze settled on her face. "Even if you can't find a decent father for your child, your alpha will be at your side."

Tears welled up in her eyes. That was so sweet. Hell, now she was getting emotional. Her own father hadn't stuck around to take care of her mother, and her mother had never forgotten it. Estrella couldn't forget it either. "What if I find a different kind of shifter? A fox or a wolf or something? Then my child will only be one eighth tiger--"

"Still a tiger," he told her firmly. "Or I wouldn't be here."

For some reason, that made her feel warm with acceptance. She'd never seen this side of Vic. He'd never told her that he didn't care how much tiger blood someone had running through their veins. She'd always felt like such an outsider. But, looking at his determined face, she wondered how much of it was truly real and how much of her insecurities she had projected on the others.

She couldn’t know. "Thank you," she said softly again.

"Don't thank me. Just keep me away from that matchmaker woman before she signs me up for another event."

Estrella smothered the laugh bubbling in her throat, because she knew Vic wouldn't appreciate it. "So Ryder talked you into speed dating?"

"Speed mating," he corrected. "And that woman doesn't seem to understand the meaning of the word 'no'."

"I'm sure it comes in handy for her job." Estrella could just imagine the small, perky blonde trying to deal with the assortment of customers the agency probably saw over a regular basis. "Cheer up, Vic. Maybe you'll find yourself a nice mate."

He gave her a look of disgust and put his hand on the empty spare wine glass at the table. "I'm not here for me."

"But you're not mated."

His face grew hard. "Like I said, I'm not here for me."

“You’re sure taking this baby thing seriously.”

The look he gave her was tense. “I take the welfare of everyone in the clan very seriously.”

“Yeah, but do you supervise all of them? Hey, you want to come and supervise the actual consummation? You can pinch hit if the guy I pick can’t perform. I—“

The words died in her throat as Vic’s hand clenched on the wine glass and it shattered in a spray of glass. He released it and shook his hand off, then glared at her so fiercely that it made her pause, mid joke.

All right. That was a 'back the hell off' look if she'd ever seen one. Estrella raised her hands, admitting defeat. Silence fell between them, seconds ticking past as a waiter rushed over with an apology and gathered up their glass covered tablecloth.

“Sorry,” she told him. “Bad joke.”

“Very bad.”

Silence again.

He gave the restaurant a derisive look, as if the white linen tablecloths seemed out of place instead of the other way around. After another uncomfortable moment, he flared his nostrils. "There is apparently a harpy here."

She smiled. Safe territory - back to mocking the speed mating. "Well then, that should make me look pretty good in comparison. I'm glad she's here."

He gave her an odd glance. "Estrella, you always look good. If these idiots can't see it, I--"

The bell clanged loudly.

"Time's up," Ryder called out in her high pitched voice. "Everyone please move to the next station!"

Estrella stared at Vic with wide, wondering eyes as he got up from the table and left. "Have fun," he muttered. "Pick someone good."

She gazed at his retreating back, still stunned into silence. What had he been about to say? Did he really think she looked good or was he just humoring the broody female about to go into heat? And why did that make her entire body tingle with awareness? She stood up, intending to follow him to his next station, find out exactly what he had been about to tell her.

A man moved to her table, and the scent of were-badger filled her nostrils. He was short, rotund, and had a thick shock of black curls that stood up from his head. He looked like more of a hedgehog than a badger. She towered over him by at least a foot.

He wore a name badge that read, "Hello, My Name is ***5" and he was blinking up at her, slightly aghast.

"Hi," she said flatly, dropping back into her seat. "I'm number six."

"T-tall," he mumbled, putting his hand out to shake.

She bared her teeth and gave a feline snarl and was somewhat pleased to see him jerk backward. Good. She stopped snarling and forced a polite smile on her face. "Nice to meet you, too."

He stared at her in uncomfortable silence. Estrella scowled back, not wanting to put the effort into talking with the guy. After all, they both knew at a glance that this match-up would never happen. As she regarded him, he reached into his jacket pocket and patted the card, as if double-checking it, and she knew he couldn't wait to write down a 'hell no' next to her name.

She was too scary. Too predatory. And too tall. That was fine. Her baby deserved better than a were-badger for a daddy anyhow. She needed someone stronger and more her type. More protective and open-minded toward whatever her child would be. Like Vic.

Her eyes widened. Oh god. Why had she just thought about Vic again? It was simply nesting instinct, right? He'd told her that her child would be safe with him, so her brain was automatically filling in the blanks. That was all.

The waiter returned with a new tablecloth and more wine, which she was glad to see. Estrella wasted no time in refilling her wine glass and chugging the contents.

She emptied her glass and refilled it again. And then again. All the while the badger sat there and stared at her.

The bell rang again a short time later, and Estrella wasn't sad to see Number Five move on. She'd had just enough wine that she was feeling pleasantly tingly and just a little bit bold.

The next guy sat down. He was almost six foot - almost - and seemed decent looking, with sandy blond hair and tanned skin. Not bad. Not bad. She sniffed the air. Feline breed, though he was wearing enough cologne that it was hard for her to determine which one. This one had potential.

"Hi," he said with enthusiasm. "I'm #4 tonight. You must be #6. It's nice to meet you."

She took another sip of her wine and decided to skip all pretense. "I'm going into heat in less than a week," she told him baldly.

His face lit up like he'd just seen Christmas.

"And I've decided to have the baby," she added. "Want to be a daddy?"

His face fell. "Um..."

She snorted and poured herself another glass of wine. Why were these speed dates a whole five minutes long? She didn't need more than thirty seconds to take care of business.

By the time the bell rang the final time, Estrella had polished off the entire bottle of wine (plus the refill bottle they’d brought her) and was feeling pretty good. Every single man who had sat at her table was a big fat dud, but at least there was the wine.

As Ryder came by, Estrella hiccuped and waved the card in front of Ryder's face. "Don't even bother with mine," she said, and was amused to find her words slurring just a bit. "It's blank."

"You didn't find anyone you wanted to mark down as a possible match?" Ryder asked, a bit dismayed as she snatched the card from Estrella's weaving hand. "The only way you can get a call-back on a date is if both you and the man select each other as potential matches."

"No match," Estrella said mournfully, tipping over the empty wine bottle in the hopes that there might be a hidden reserve. "They were all wrong for me." Except Vic, but god, everyone would think she was a weirdo if she put down her alpha as her only possible match. And if that ever got back to him, she'd never be able to look him in the eye again. "No match," she repeated. "Too bad."

Ryder tucked the card into the stack and shook her head. "Don't give up just yet. If you come in to the agency tomorrow, I'm sure we can find someone in the database that will be more appealing to you. We're just getting started on your dating journey," she finished with a perky, determined nod.

Estrella glared at her, sitting upright. "You don't understand." She got to her feet and raised her voice just a little when Ryder began to protest. "No, listen to me. I'm going into heat in less than a week. I have to find a baby daddy--"

"You're yelling," a husky voice murmured in her ear. Vic, behind her. "Use your inside voice, Estrella."

"I'm not," she began, then realized how quiet it was in the restaurant. Gone was the clink of forks and the low murmur of conversation. Okay, so maybe she'd been talking about being in heat a leeeetle bit too loud. Just a hair. She shook her head, her shoulder-length hair slapping the face of her alpha. "Vic, you're so cruel."

"And you're drunk. Hitting the sauce while you still can?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I was just blown away by the amazing selection of dates tonight." When Ryder frowned, Estrella bared her teeth at her and was pleased to see the blonde stumble backward a step.

"And now you're just being mean," Vic said with amusement. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

Warm hands grabbed her around the waist. He felt so delicious against her that she sighed and closed her eyes, draping her arms around his neck. "Carry me?"

A low rumble of a chuckle, and then an arm went behind her knees and Estrella was lifted into the air, and Vic carried her out of the restaurant. He didn't even have to strain to carry her gargantuan form.

"See, that's what I need," she sighed.

"What's that?" he asked as they headed out the front door of the restaurant and into the parking lot. As soon as they left the building, cold, crisp air slammed into them. It carried the scent of winter underneath the usual city smells.

Winter would be good, since the heat made her feel so flushed all the time.

"What do you need, Estrella?" Vic repeated when she seemed lost in her own thoughts.

"Someone strong. A real guy. Not any of those losers in the speed dating." She inhaled and was surprised at how good Vic smelled. It had to be the heat that was causing her to want to bury her face against him and lick at the cords of his thick, brawny neck, right? Or the heat that made her want to rip off his shirt with her claws and trace the lines of those tattoos with her fingers? Run her hands over his flat stomach...

A hot pulse of need flashed through her, and the scent of her own desire rolled through her nostrils a moment before Vic stiffened.

"Estrella," he warned.

"It's the heat," she told him. "Just ignore it. I'm going to." She put her face against his shoulder. "See, this is me, ignoring the heat."

He grunted, though it sounded less amused this time.

One of the strands of his hair fascinated her. It kept touching his ear when he walked, and she wondered how soft it would be. Then she touched it, and of course it was gorgeously soft. She decided her baby should have soft hair, too. "You find anyone at the speed mating, Vic?"

"You were the only one there worth noticing," he commented in that same gruff voice.

Estrella sighed miserably. "There were two guys who were interested until they heard the baby part. Everyone wants the heat but nobody wants the ramifications."

"It's good that you're finding out now, 'Strella. Better now than after the baby is conceived."

Her eyes began to water with sudden, weepy, ridiculous, drunken tears. "I need someone who’s going to be at my side the entire time. Someone responsible who wants me just as much as they want a baby."

"I know, sugar. I know."

She reached out and smacked him on the arm just as he put her down. "I'm not your sugar, Vic Barlow."

He chuckled and pulled out his car keys, ignoring her turn of mood. "You're also not crying anymore, which is all I wanted. Now get in. I’m driving."

Evil, evil man.

The cold front that had rolled through North Texas hadn't brought more than gusty winds and a light, gloomy drizzle, but Estrella appreciated it all the same. With the temperatures firmly in the upper thirties, she wouldn't be breaking into a heat-induced sweat every time she went outside. She thought she'd get hot flashes when she went through menopause; apparently she got them when her hormones were ramping up to eleven, too.

Since it was a nice day out -- well, for her -- Estrella walked to Vic's garage. It was only a few blocks away from the gym she worked at, and in Texas, that was practically neighbors. She took her jacket so her boss wouldn't ask questions, and then ditched it into her car as soon as she hit the parking lot.

As she walked, Estrella inhaled the scents of the city. She loved the sharp, crisp bite of the winter breeze. The only trees she could smell were junipers; everything else was bare and brown. The sky overhead was gray, which suited her mood quite well.

The hunt for the father of her child was not going so well.

Estrella shouldn't have been surprised. Hell, it was close to impossible to find a date under normal circumstances. Finding the perfect guy who also wanted to be a parent in the space of under a week? Impossible. Still, she wouldn't stop hoping. Something was going to have to come out of this heat, after all. Waiting wasn't an option. Already her ovaries felt like they'd climb out of her body at the sight of the next sexy guy who walked past.

Maybe a human? Vic would kill her. Totally and completely kill her. If she'd ever felt like an outcast because of her liger ancestry, it'd be nothing to how she'd be treated if she were a liger knocked up by a human. She sighed, feeling defeated, and kicked a nearby can instead of picking it up and tossing it in the garbage. As much as she’d felt like an outcast growing up because of her dual halves? There was no way she’d subject any child of hers to anything remotely close to that.

Like it or not, she had no ideas. That was why she was going to confront Vic and ask -- no, beg -- for his help. Her face flushed uncomfortably hot at the thought. Vic, could you help me with my heat?

Why did that make her flutter low in her stomach? Stupid heat made everything attractive, apparently, even her formidable, scowling, often-scary alpha.

Vic's Garage was busy, all the bay doors open and cars on the lifts as men moved under them. The scents of motor oil and rubber tires filled her nostrils, along with the scent of other tiger-shifters. Vic hired family first, and several of the Barlow clan worked here. The scents of so many tiger males made a low, rumbling purr start in her belly, and she had to pinch her arm to make her purring stop.

As she walked up to the garage, men stopped and stared at her. It was disconcerting, especially since the looks they were giving her weren't the typical looks that she expected a female in heat would get. She knew she was at her sexiest, so why were they all staring at her with a mixture of wariness and unease?

It was because she was a liger. It was stamped into every ounce of her being -- different. Tiger women were normally tall and strong, but Estrella was taller and stronger than everyone else. Hell, she was taller than most of the tiger men. What, did they think she'd hold them down and take advantage of them? Sully their innocence? An amused smile curved her mouth. Judging from the wariness on their faces, maybe they thought that after all. Ignoring the men, she headed into the waiting area of Vic's Garage, closing her eyes for the blast of heat that would keep the room a comfortable temperature for the human and not-going-into-heat customers.

She'd prepared for the heat wave of seventy-two degrees Fahrenheit inside, but she hadn't been prepared for the barrage of tiger scents as she opened the door. She was familiar with most of the clan; these smelled different.

Different tigers? In the Barlow territory? Her uterus gave an excited little quiver of anticipation. Estrella's fingers curled and she crossed her arms over her breasts, lest her nipples betray exactly how she was feeling. Three men sat at the far end of the waiting room, talking quietly amongst each other. Their backs were to her, but as the door closed behind her, they turned...and stood.

Three men. Black hair. Two were about her height; the third was taller than her by an inch or two. They were all her age.

Her mouth went dry.

The door to Vic's office opened. "'Strella. Good. You're here. You saved me a phone call. Come in so we can talk."

Her body protested leaving the men behind, but she forced herself to turn around and face Vic. Of course, as soon as he came into her sights, she was drawn to him like a magnet. God, he was strong and fierce. The liger side of her liked the thought of having a fierce mate. She needed a man who would stand up to her, take charge when she needed him to, defend their territory…

She clenched her fists, willing the thought to go away. Vic was not going to be her mate. Not. He'd be horrified if he knew she was fantasizing about him. Hadn't he said at the speed mating event that he wasn't looking for a mate? The last thing he needed was her coming on to him because she thought he'd make some good looking babies.

When she walked into the office, he shut the door behind her. She delicately flared her nostrils, taking in his scent. Oh hell, he smelled amazing. Like hand soap and a hint of sweat and axle grease under that. It shouldn't have been such a turn on, but her claws were threatening to come out. The heat was getting worse, and she was out of prospects at the moment. Surely that was why she was going wild for her alpha.

"Vic, I'm desperate," she blurted, and it came out breathier and far more erotic than she'd imagined.

He froze in place.

"Not like that," she amended quickly. At least, not yet. "I need your help. For the heat." Oh god, she was blushing. "Not like that, either," she said when he raised an eyebrow at her. "I mean, I need help finding someone--"

"I know. Sit."

His voice was commanding; she immediately moved to the nearest chair and plopped into it, curving her long legs underneath, waiting for him to speak.

"Last night after the speed mating, I made a few phone calls to the other tiger clans. Told them what we -- what you -- were looking for in a candidate. And while I can't guarantee that any of them are into a long-term relationship, I want you to at least have a few options for your child that don't involve hooking up with the nearest were-badger. Or worse, a human." He leveled a hard gaze at her.

She felt herself grow flushed, sweat breaking out on her forehead. "Am I that obvious?"

"Yes," he said bluntly. "But I'm glad you came to me."

So were her ovaries. Especially when he said the word 'came'. Estrella clenched a hand over her stomach.

"It's obvious you're going to go into heat very soon. I've sent the rest of the clan out of town for the week, just until we're sure that you've covered all your bases. I also talked to the lion alpha -- since you're half of each -- and he's sending his boys out hunting in East Texas just to be safe. Unless you had your eye on one of them?"

She shook her head. She knew the local lions and they hadn't exactly been friendly. Or accepting. They were not even a choice for her. Her child would be fully accepted by his or her clan.

"Okay then. I've flown three males from other tiger clans into town. I want you to take a few days and talk to each one of them. Let me know what your thoughts are. Find out which one is best for you and the baby."

Suddenly she was weepy. "You did this for me?"

"Of course. I'm your alpha. If you have a problem, you come to me, and we fix it. I'm here for you."

Tears flooded her eyes. God, she was emotional lately. But just hearing that from Vic, well...it was something she'd needed to hear. She'd never felt more alone than this last week, being treated like a leper amongst men. Knowing that Vic was going out of his way to make this as smooth for her as possible? It made her giddy with happiness.

It also made her incredibly emotional.

Vic noticed her blubbering, and came around his desk with a sigh. "Don't cry, 'Strella. I can't stand to see you upset."

"It's just...I'm always just..." so alone, she wanted to say, but the words lodged themselves in her throat. A tiger wouldn't know what it was like to be alone simply because you were born a half breed. As one of the Barlows, Vic wouldn't know what it was like to be abandoned by your father, lose your mother. She was always so lonely.

Until now.

He knelt in front of her chair and put his arms around her, awkwardly patting her back. She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled her head against his shoulder, tucking her nose against his neck. It was fast becoming her favorite position with him, because it allowed her to take the most furtive sort of sniff of his scent. Not just his scent, but his skin--

"Did you just sniff me?"

Estrella bolted backward, flushing. "It's the heat."

"Uh huh." He looked more amused than annoyed, though. “If you don’t want to go through with this, just say so.”

“I kind of don’t have a choice. My vagina’s already prepping for the Shifter Superbowl.” And she sniffed, loudly.

He stiffened against her.

“Sorry.”

“Just glad I wasn’t holding any wine this time,” he grumbled.

She gave a teary giggle at that.

“’Strella…You know I’m always here for you.”

Yeah, but my brain keeps going to weird, dirty places when you’re trying to be supportive. So she said nothing.

He gave her another little pat on the shoulder. "Why don't you go out and say hello to my cousins before you start crying again?"

She nodded, then impulsively reached out and hugged him again. Why had she ever thought Vic scary? Under that fearsome exterior was the heart of a big pussycat.

Literally.

It might have been her imagination, but the hug went on for longer than she'd expected. She pulled away and glanced up at his face. Same old Vic. Must have been her imagination.

"Thank you," she told him one more time.

He waved her toward the door, the look on his face grim.

As she stepped through the door, she could have sworn she heard something crash in the room. She turned around to look, but then tiger scents were in her nostrils, and she was surrounded by three young, virile tiger males, and Estrella forgot everything else.

In what could only be described as the world's most awkward quadruple date, Estrella took the three men out to lunch at the local barbecue pit. Her stomach was growling for food, and barbecue was a favorite with shifters - you could put away a ton of meat and no one said a thing about it. Estrella drove, and when she offered to pay for lunch, no one put up a word of protest. For some reason, that stuck in her craw. This was feeling a bit like she was auditioning for stud service.

Well, hell. That was exactly what she was doing.

Estrella's heart sank. Vic had made it clear that the guys probably didn't want a relationship, but if she wanted a baby that would be fully tiger clan, fully accepted, these three were her best chance. So she smiled and listened politely as they talked.

Two of the men were brothers. Nelson Maher was an electrician, twenty-nine, and single. His brother Montgomery Maher was twenty six, an X-ray technician, and single.

She immediately crossed Montgomery off the list. Too many X-rays, she told herself. What if her baby came out with radiation poisoning? Worse, what if he'd fried his junk by standing too close to the camera? For some reason, the thought of having sex with a sterile man repulsed her. Hell, if she was going to have sex for fun's sake, she wanted someone more like Vic…

She shut down that train of thought immediately and turned to Nelson. "So, what do you like to do in your spare time?”

Estrella could have sworn he flexed, just a bit. "I do some rock climbing and work out at the gym," Nelson said between bites of barbecue. "I like to stay fit.”

She brightened at that. "You do? That's terrific. Did Vic tell you? I teach yoga and fill in as the Zumba instructor at my gym."

Nelson gave his brother a sideways glance that seemed a bit too competitive, and turned his smile on her. "Well now, I like to do real exercising. You know, get a sweat going." That time, he definitely flexed. "Bench presses and the like."

She bristled at his tone. "I see." Well, she could cross Nelson off the list. Arrogant prick. Like the father of her child was going to be condescending about what she did for a living. She was probably in better shape than Nelson was, if his muscle - or lack thereof - was any indication. "You must have just started lifting recently," she said sweetly. "When will you start to see results?"

Nelson frowned.

Montgomery smothered a laugh behind a mouthful of barbecue, which made her appreciate him a bit more. Shame about the possible sterility.

She turned to the third man. Tall. A bit on the lean side but still fit. Quiet, but good looking enough. He had pleasant features and serious eyes. "You're not speaking," she told him, forcing the smile to stay on her face.

He gave her an almost shy nod. "Cory."

"That's a nice name," she said conversationally.

"Cory Janitor," Montgomery broke in with a smirk. "You want your kid to be named Janitor?"

"I...what? Really?" She gave Cory a startled look. His bright red flush told her everything.

Oh. Oh no. If she were picking men for selfish, silly reasons...a horrible last name was definitely up there on things to avoid, in case her child wanted to hyphenate their last names at a later date. "I'm sure there's nothing wrong with that," she said politely. "So what do you do for a living, Cory?"

He shrugged. "I'm a manager at Super Burger."

"When he's not smoking weed in his parents' basement," Montgomery said with a snort. Cory elbowed him and gave a nervous laugh.

These were her prospects? A misogynistic narcissist, a possibly sterile asshole, and a pothead with the last name of Janitor?

Three men and she didn't want any of them. Estrella didn't think the day could get any more depressing.

To be fair - and because she didn't have any other options - she gave them the weekend. Against her better judgment, she went out on dates with all three and tried to make the best of things. After all, she didn't have to marry the guy, right? He just had to get her pregnant.

Even after her date, she couldn't stand Nelson. He was polite enough, and he held doors open for her and acted like a gentleman. He was also controlling and a bit too old fashioned for her taste. They'd gone to a restaurant - his pick, since her pick wasn't 'any good' according to him. Once there, he'd promptly ordered for her before she'd had a chance to look at the menu, and when she'd tried to order a cocktail, he'd told her that he didn't find it appropriate for ladies to drink in public.

Of course, when she'd snarled at him, he'd changed his tune.

Montgomery was not much better. They'd gone out to a restaurant; the exact same one that Nelson had taken her to. Once there, Montgomery had grilled her about his brother. Had she liked Nelson? Had he purchased her dinner or had they gone dutch? Did she think his brother was the better-looking one? Everything seemed to be a competition between the two of them, and that was a major turnoff for her. She just imagined trying to sleep with the man. He'd probably quiz her on his technique and ask her who her best had been. Nor did she want to subject her future child to a lifetime of his father's competitiveness.

Cory had taken her to a bowling alley, and they'd played a few games while chatting. To her surprise, she genuinely liked Cory. He was nice, low-key, and easygoing. He was also a pothead who lived in his parents' basement, but she supposed she couldn't have everything.

Too bad his last name was Janitor.

Cory was nice enough, but just because he was the lesser of three evils didn't mean that she wanted to have his baby. After the bowling date, she headed back to her apartment -- alone -- and stared at her phone, debating. After a moment, she sighed.

In desperation, she called the dating agency one more time.

In what seemed to be par for the course, she got Ryder's voicemail. "Hi there! You've reached the desk of Ryder St. James," a perky voice chirped. "I'm unavailable to take your call at the moment, but leave me a message and your account number and I'll call you back as soon as possible. Have a super day!"

"Hey, um, Ryder? I don't remember my account number, but this is Estrella Townsend. The liger that's about to go into heat. I'm guessing you don't have many of those at the agency so I'm hoping you'll remember who I am. Anyhow, I wanted to say that I didn't mark down anyone on my card at the speed mating the other night, but..." She sighed, hating herself for even bringing it up. "But I was wondering if anyone marked me down. If so, can you let me know? I'm willing to reconsider dating anyone who put me down. Anyhow, call me back." Estrella rattled her number off and then hung up, hating that she'd had to stoop to this.

Pickings were definitely slim and getting slimmer all the time. Maybe she needed to make a list of attributes she was looking for in a man, and then she could narrow down her (rather sparse) selection. After all, she could always go turkey baster and raid a sperm bank or something, she supposed, but that wouldn't help with her heat much. She needed to have sex, period.

Her apartment was too warm. Fanning herself with a notebook, Estrella opened all the windows, letting the icy winter air breeze in. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Maybe she could make her list while having a nice, relaxing, chilly soak in the tub to bring her internal temperature down a bit.

Estrella undressed and filled the tub, adding some bubble bath. She gave a soft sigh of pleasure when she soaked her limbs in the cool water. It immediately felt better. Picking up her paper again, she tapped her lip with the pen and considered.

If she was man-shopping for herself, she liked tall men. Dark hair. Muscles. A little bit dangerous. Someone with a take-charge kind of personality who wouldn't be overbearing or condescending. She liked a man who knew what he wanted, but trusted her enough to make her own decisions and wouldn't try to override her. She wrote down a few notes, then considered. Tattoos? For some reason she'd found tattoos sexy lately...

She froze in the icy water, and stared at her list. Dark hair. Muscles. Tall. Tattoos. Take charge.

Vic. It was all Vic.

Damn it. She tossed the notebook and pen to the far end of the bathroom and sank into the tub, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She supposed she could lie to others but not to herself. Did she really want Vic that badly? When had her appreciation for him turned to full-blown desire?

It was bad to want your alpha. Bad bad bad. It mucked up a relationship that she couldn't afford to muck up. Things were awkward enough for her as one of the few females in the tiger clan. Mix in her liger heritage and things were already weird. Crushing on her alpha? Just made things even worse.

Her hand slid to her belly under the water, and she stared down at her naked body through the bubbles. She'd always thought she was pretty sexy, if it weren't for the height thing. Would a guy like Vic find someone like her attractive? Estrella raised one long leg into the air, studying it. Her muscles were tight, her skin tanned. She had a good body. Average face, maybe, but a good body.

Now Vic, he had an amazing body. She pictured his big, muscular arms, rippling with tattoos, and a shiver of desire flashed through her. Her hand slid lower, to her sex.

It was just the heat that was making her so turned on, she told herself. Passing phase. Even so, she pictured Vic's strong, muscular arms and her fingers slid between the lips of her sex, finding her clit. She was already aching with need; the heat gave her a hair-trigger reaction to anything sexual. A quick stroke of her fingers and she sucked in a breath. This...was not helping her ridiculous crush on Vic.

And yet. She couldn't resist sliding her fingers over her clit again and then circling the sensitive bud with sudden, sure moves. The heat that was making her crazy unleashed like a hurricane, and within seconds, she was gasping through the waves of a powerful orgasm, her other hand clenching on the side of the tub, splashing water over the side with the force of her movements.

The force of it rocked her to her core. She'd had sex before. She'd definitely had orgasms. But never quite like that. All that for a few quick brushes of her fingers? Jeez. When she finally found the man to father her child, she was going to tear him apart.

That left out humans and smaller shifters for sure. Estrella sank deeper into the frigid waters. Her choices seemed to be narrowing by the minute.

By the time she finally got out of the tub, her apartment was a comfortable 42 degrees, her orgasm was a distant memory, and her skin was beginning to itch with desire again. Instead of sating the urge inside her, the furtive masturbation in the tub had only made things worse. As she toweled off her skin, she groaned every time the terry-cloth of the fabric brushed against her.

This was not going to work. She needed to burn off some energy. Best cure for that as a shifter was to either have lots of sweaty sex, or to shift and go for a run in animal form.

And since she couldn't do anything about the former, the latter would have to do.

Estrella dressed as gingerly as possible and then grabbed her keys and phone, heading out of her apartment and to her car. There was a definite icy bite to the weather, the skies, overcast. The sun was just about to go down, dropping the temperature further, which would be welcome given her state of mind. She would love a cold snap.

Jumping into her car, she dialed Vic's number as she drove.

"Everything okay?" he asked as soon as he picked up.

"Fine," she said, then exhaled sharply. Had her nipples just hardened at the sound of his voice? Jesus. She was a mess. "I'm coming over for a run. Be there in five."

"I'll run with you," he said, and hung up before she could protest.

Damn it. Bad enough that she had to call and let him know that she needed to run. As shifters that stood out like sore thumbs amongst the local wildlife, they didn't have the freedoms that the badgers, the foxes, or even the were-cougars did. A normal person would probably panic if they saw a badger or a were-cougar. They'd certainly call the cops if they saw a tiger -- and the media would go wild. One of the Barlows had the clever idea of a big cat rescue project as a cover for their clan. So, when they needed to run, they headed out to Little Paradise and Kenna Barlow's farm. Kenna was Vic's sister.

She parked in Kenna's yard and didn't bother to head in to introduce herself -- Kenna was used to the tiger clan prowling around at all hours and wouldn't bother to check on her. Instead, she glanced around for Vic's car. No sign of it yet. Damn. She lifted the floor mat and tossed her keys and phone underneath it, then headed to the gate on the side of the farmhouse.

The need to shift into liger form was bristling through her skin. Vic wouldn't like it if she took off on her run without him, especially after he'd told her that he was on his way. You didn't piss off your alpha with stupid, passive-aggressive moves like that. Not if you valued your place in the clan. If there was one thing Estrella didn't mess with, it was her tenuous spot in the clan.

Of course, nothing said she couldn't go ahead and shift herself. It would probably be better, considering her nipples would stand at attention as soon as Vic came into view, and she'd probably start giving off the scent of a cat in heat. With those embarrassing thoughts flaring through her mind, she hastily stripped out of her clothing and tossed it into a pile near the barbed-wire fence. Then, she crouched low in the grass and waited for the transformation.

It came a few moments later, ripping through her with a force that was almost orgasmic. God, it felt good to switch to her liger form. Yawning, she lazily stretched her large paws out in front of her, arching her back. Her tail flicked back and forth. She smacked her chops a few times, the scents of the night more powerful now that she'd shifted, the lighting as clear as day despite the sun’s disappearance. The scents of the trees in the distance filled her nostrils, and she looked at them with longing, then sighed and flopped her large body to the ground, waiting.

Vic pulled up a few minutes later, just when her patience was reaching its breaking point. Good. Casually, she lifted a paw and began to wash it, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary as Vic entered the gate and then shut it behind him. He gave her an amused look. "Sorry I'm late."

She ignored him, licking the pads of one foot as if it were the most fascinating thing ever. Her tail twitched.

"There was a cop behind me, so I had to go the speed limit all the way here," he explained, then grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, exposing rock-hard abs and more tattoos.

Estrella froze, mid-paw-lick. Okay. Okay. She could do this. She knew Vic had all those yummy tattoos and washboard abs. She'd seen him naked dozens of times. She'd seen every shifter in her clan naked dozens of times. So why was Vic's delicious body driving her wild now? She dropped her paw, and her claws curled. She might have kneaded the grass with her claws a little while he stripped out of his jeans and tossed his clothing over hers.

Damn. She had to do something about this, she realized as he began to change.

Even when her heat was taken care of, this infatuation with Vic was going to continue to be a problem.

"It's embarrassing," Estrella told Jayde over coffee. "As soon as I see him, my kitty goes wild. And this time, I'm not referring to my liger."

Jayde snorted and stirred her iced latte vigorously with her straw. Her bracelets jangled with her movements. "So did you tackle him in the woods and show him your wild side?"

Estrella sighed. "No. I ran like a chicken. Did my liger thing and avoided him as much as humanly possible."

"Pathetic."

"I know."

"You should tell him you like him," Jayde said. The tip of the straw disappeared between her bright pink lips, and she slurped loudly. Jayde was a good friend, but she didn't know the meaning of low-key. Even now. They were having a quiet morning coffee between friends. Estrella was dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. Jayde wore a neon green mini-dress with a ruffled hem and enough bracelets to make a jewelry store pause. Her long black hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. "You want him, right? Just tell him. I bet he'll be flattered."

"Or horrified," Estrella said quietly, sipping her own iced coffee. She normally preferred her drink scalding, but, with the heat, the thought of putting anything warm in her system was repulsive. "I just don't want anything to jeopardize my spot in the clan, Jayde. Bad enough that I'm an outsider. I don't want to be that weird outsider who’s crushing on the alpha. I'll never be able to look him in the eye again if he turns me down."

"So who are you going to go with? The chauvinist asshole, the competitive asshole, or the pothead?"

Estrella buried her face in her hands. "I really hate that those are my only options."

"So don't have a baby. Get hot and bothered, get a date for the night, and then go on with your life." Jayde shrugged. "It's what I'd do. No time for a kid. I don't know that were-jaguars are the most maternal anyhow. Maybe tigers aren't either. Skip it this time."

Not have the baby? But she'd spent the last week hyper-focused on the possibility of an upcoming child. Estrella touched her abdomen. "It's weird, but I want this baby."

"It's not a baby yet."

"No, but it's a sure thing," Estrella told her. "And what if I don't go into heat again? I'll have missed my chance to be a parent. The timing isn't great, but the more I think about it, the more I want this."

"Suit yourself." Jayde sucked loudly on her straw, and then eyed her. "Which one of the three screams daddy material to you?"

"God. None of them."

"Time to climb that alpha like a scratching post, then. I bet he'd make some pretty babies."

Estrella grinned. "You are single minded, aren't you?"

"That's why we're friends. I have the cojones to say things that you won't admit to yourself." Jayde winked and shook her cup, dislodging the ice at the bottom. "And I'm telling you, bag that alpha."

Estrella bit her lip, pushing aside her iced coffee. It was leaving a sour taste in her mouth...either that, or it was nerves. "I wish it were that simple, Jayde. I--"

Her phone rang. Estrella frowned and glanced at the screen. Unlisted number. After a moment's hesitation, she answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, may I speak to Estrella?" The chirpy voice on the other end was instantly recognizable. "This is Ryder."

"Oh, hi Ryder. This is Estrella. Did you get my message?"

"I did," Ryder cooed. "And I'm so glad you called me back! We did have someone mark you down on your card as interested."

Jayde wiggled her eyebrows at Estrella encouragingly, her shifter senses able to pick up every word of the phone conversation. Estrella crossed her fingers. "Who was it?"

"Let me get out my notes." On the other end of the phone, Estrella heard paper shuffle. "Ah, here we go. It was number six."

"Which was..."

"Vic Barlow."

Estrella's mouth hung open. Across from her, Jayde did a fist pump in the air, making her bracelets crash like cymbals. "I...he did?"

"Yes. Should I contact him and let him know you're interested?"

"I...no, no thank you." Her voice came out a breathless squeak and she clicked the call off.

"What are you doing?" Jayde tried to grab the phone from Estrella. "This is perfect!"

"He only went to that dating -- mating -- thing because he was feeling protective of me. That's probably why he put my name down."

"Uh huh." Jayde didn't look convinced. "Couldn't be that he wants to tap that ass?"

"He knows I'm going into heat. Why wouldn't he say something?"

"An alpha skeeving on a chick in his clan? That probably wouldn't go over well if he didn’t know you were interested. Talk about an abuse of power. My guess is that he's being super careful." She gave Estrella a knowing look and sipped from her iced latte again. "Has he ever given you any hints that he might want you for himself?"

"No, I don't think so." Bewildered, she thought back to their recent conversations. You're the only one here worth having, 'Strella.

She'd thought he was just being a nice alpha. Supportive. Like finding her other tiger males to consider.

And yet...he'd snapped a pencil when she'd told him she was going into heat. He'd looked so rattled.

Maybe...maybe this would work out after all. Estrella reached across the table and grabbed Jayde's hand. "Should I do this?"

"Girl, I've been saying that all morning. Of course you should!"

"Then I need a plan."

God, this was a bad idea. Jayde was a good friend, but a good planner she was not.

Estrella paced in the woods, dressed only in a thong and a lacy, sheer bra. The heat was burning through her, making her thighs -- and other parts of her body -- ache with need. Even though nightfall was approaching and the wind was picking up, with hints of snow and ice in the weather, she didn't feel it. The heat was keeping her warm, elevating her body temperature to an almost feverish degree.

And heavens, she was horny.

Her fingers itched to touch herself, to relieve some of the pressure she was feeling, but she kept her hands clasped. Touching herself wouldn't do any good -- her biological urges would override any sense of relief and this torture would just keep going and going until she either passed through the heat in another day or so...

Or until she found a man to make her pregnant.

A visual of that whole 'getting pregnant' process flashed through her erotically-charged mind. Of Vic, looming over her, muscles straining and tight ass flexing as he pounded into her.

She whimpered, shaking her head to clear it.

Her cellphone rang. Jayde. Her purse and clothing were hanging on a low branch nearby, though they'd soon be snow-covered if something didn't happen. The droplets were frosting her hair and turning the woods into a powdery white.

The plan was a simple one. Tell Vic that she'd been out running in her liger form and she'd gotten caught in some barbed wire. He'd come running to protect her -- or possibly yell at her since she'd have theoretically gone out in cat form without his permission.

And then when he ran across her, he'd see her, oozing mating pheromones and dressed in sexy lingerie...and hopefully nature would take over. Problem solved.

She tapped her screen to answer the call. Before she even had a chance to say hello, Jayde's voice rang through the air. "He's coming and he's seriously pissed, girl."

Estrella winced, just imagining her large, often surly alpha angry at her. "Well, I suppose that's not a surprise."

"Maybe we should come up with a Plan B," Jayde said thoughtfully.

"This was your plan, Jayde!"

"I know, but I forgot the part where your alpha has a volatile temper. It's not going to do you any good if he gets there and he's too pissed to make babies."

Estrella groaned. "There's no time for a plan B! Are you kidding me? You said this would work."

"Well, it should still work," Jayde said brightly. "Call me when you're pregnant. Good luck!"

"Jayde--"

Click.

Estrella growled. Sometimes her friend could be really, really annoying. She tossed her phone back in her purse and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to make it look tousled and sexy. Fuckable. She'd even worn a hint of eyeliner, though that was all she dared as far as makeup went. Male shifters didn't like the scent of makeup. No perfume, either. Her own turned-on musk would scent the clearing. It was definitely a good thing that Vic had sent the others out of town, or she'd be dragging every half-interested tiger or lion male toward her no matter what she did.

So she paced. And she waited.

Vic's scent reached her first. Still distant, the masculine smell of tiger sent waves of pleasure rolling through her body. Her nipples tightened in response and she crossed her arms over her chest, shivering at the sensation. Her toes wiggled in the inch-deep snow, but she forced herself to remain where she was.

He needed to come and find her.

Of course, just waiting made her nervous. She chewed on her lip, thinking as she studied the naked trees nearby. Maybe a sexy pose? She could lean up against a tree trunk, cock a leg, maybe thrust out her breasts...

Vic crashed into the clearing in full tiger form.

Estrella yelped in surprise, flying backward automatically, her claws coming out. She could feel her cat under her skin, an automatic defense mechanism, and forced herself to calm, shoving away her shifter form. The last thing she wanted was to transform right now.

Vic's gaze moved to her, studied her for a moment, and then he opened his mouth and roared so loud that her eardrums vibrated.

Boy, he was furious. Estrella backed up to the nearest tree, automatically feeling that awful mental heaviness that came with disobeying your alpha. She leaned against it, forcing herself not to cringe away from his anger, and thrust her breasts out in the skimpy bra. "I'm so glad you're here, Vic," she murmured huskily. "I'm in trouble."

The tiger paced around her, nostrils flaring and scenting the clearing. His tail lashed wildly.

She patiently waited for him to finish checking out their surroundings, knowing that he'd find no other scents but hers. Once that was done, he leveled her another pissed off gaze and then hunched in the snow-covered grass, shoulders flexing as he began to change back to human form.

A few rather long minutes later, and he was in human form. She eyed him appreciatively, noticing for the first time that his chest was sprinkled with dark hair and he had the tightest buttocks she'd ever seen. God, she wanted to wrap her legs around them right about now.

She forced herself to meet his gaze as he approached her, his dark, damp hair steaming in the bitter cold. "What is it?" Vic growled. "What trouble?"

Here we go, she told herself mentally. Now or never. "This kind of trouble," she said in a throaty voice, and reached behind her to unhook her bra.

He growled again, the low rumble managing to come through despite his human form. The wild, furious look returned to his eyes. "What the fuck is this, Estrella?"

She stopped, humiliated.

She wanted to clutch the now-slipping bra to her breasts and run into the woods. Shame made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. "A mistake, apparently."

Vic was still breathing hard, still furious. "This is a set-up, isn't it?" His shoulders heaved with each angry breath.

She remained silent.

"Fuck, Estrella!" Vic turned and stomped away, snarling. "Do you have any idea of how fucking worried I've been? Here I thought that you - one of our females and near a dangerous mating heat - was hurt and in trouble. I've been mentally figuring out what the fuck to do if you need medical help, and you're just trying to seduce me?"

Bitter disappointment mixed with the shame. She reached behind her back and tried to resnap her bra, blinking back humiliated tears. "I didn't think--"

"No, you didn't," he roared again. "What if you were in tiger form and you were injured? What am I supposed to do? The Alliance doc can only do so much. Do I fucking call an animal hospital and hope they don't try to put you down? A fucking ambulance? What?" He continued pacing furiously, his hands clenched into fists that were so tight she could see white at his knuckles. "Never, ever fucking do this to me again, do you understand?"

"I understand," she whispered. God, she felt like a bug. An ant.

A really, really horny ant.

She closed her eyes, determined not to stare lasciviously at his naked muscles any longer. It was clear that she and Jayde had been all wrong about this -- Vic was just thinking of her like an alpha thought of everyone in his clan. There was nothing more to it, and she'd embarrassed herself and jeopardized her place in the clan.

This was officially going down as the worst heat ever. Maybe she'd get lucky and never go into heat ever again.

"I'm your alpha," he snarled, pushing toward her. "Your safety and well-being are always at the front of my mind. You can't fucking jerk my chain and expect me to come running. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said meekly.

"Look at me, Estrella."

She squeezed a cautious eye open.

His jaw was clenched harder than she'd ever seen it, and his eyes were so dark with anger they were almost black. As if to take the edge off of that, snow was falling in big, fat flakes now and dotted his hair and eyebrows.

"Never do that to me again," he rasped.

Yeah. She got it. She'd alarmed him. She yanked on the back clasp of her bra, determined to re-snap it, but her fingers were trembling from a mixture of the heat, nerves, and shame, and she couldn't quite do it. She gave up, crossing her arms over her breasts instead. "I'm sorry, Vic. I wasn't trying to scare you. I just wanted..."

Her voice trailed off with embarrassment. Now was not the time to confess her crush on him.

"The heat's clearly affecting you," he said after a moment, dark eyes glittering as he studied her face. "I'll forgive this lapse of judgment. It's clear you're desperate right now."

"Desperate?" She echoed. Did he just call her...desperate? Ouch.

"Approaching me for your heat. I must be your only option left. I just don't understand why you didn't pick one of the men I brought for you."

Well, it was a good thing she had no pride left after this debacle. Estrella shook her head, tamping down her own irritation. "Which one? The asshole? Or the chauvinist?"

His lips twitched with amusement, some of his anger receding. His arms crossed over his chest, echoing her own protective stance. She tried not to notice that he was really, really naked…and that it was incredibly arousing.

And not just to her, if the wood he was sporting was any indication.

But he was still talking, still arguing. "So you didn't like Nelson or Montgomery? I admit they're not my favorites, but they're both good candidates for a female in heat. Young, relatively attractive, tiger clan." He shrugged. “What more do you need?”

"Yeah, well thanks for that stunning criteria list, but I am not having the baby of either of those douchebags, much less sleeping with one of them."

"What about Cory? He seemed like a nice guy."

"His last name is Janitor, Vic," she cried plaintively. "If I'm picking men for ridiculous reasons, I don't want my baby to have a toilet bowl last name."

His brows furrowed. "Ridiculous reasons? Your heat's not ridiculous."

"But me picking men based on their looks and the fact that they can grow the same kind of tail as you? That's not ridiculous?" She sighed heavily, staring off into the woods. "It doesn't matter. They're not the ones I want."

"So who do you want?" The question was low, husky.

The words froze in her mouth. Vic had made it quite obvious that she'd made a bad call in inviting him out here. Like hell she was going to blabber about how much she wanted him. Her mouth remained mutinously shut.

"It's me, isn't it?"

Estrella remained silent, but she could feel the blush rising on her face.

"Fucking hell, Estrella. You're kidding me."

"I'm sorry that grosses you out," she cried. "Freaking sue me for having a crush on my alpha!"

"Goddamn it, why didn't you ask?"

"Hello!” She shouted at him, gesturing at her unclasped bra, her lacy panties. She felt like an idiot. “What do you think I'm doing?"

He charged forward. Before she could back away, his mouth claimed hers in a hot, hard, wild kiss.

Stunned disbelief rocked her. Vic was kissing her? The surprise of it almost overwhelmed her out-of-control hormones...

Almost.

A bolt of lust shot through her body, so strong it nearly knocked her over. She clung to him, her mouth parting under his hard lips. The kiss he was giving her was not polite, or tender. It was savage and hungry and punishing.

And she freaking loved it.

Vic's hands curled around her waist, dragging her nearly naked body against him. He rumbled low in his throat as his tongue slid against hers, as if pleased by the taste of her. She felt the stab of his cock against the crux of her thighs.

Oh god, this was everything she'd wanted. If this is a dream, don't let me wake up.

Then, he pulled away from her, the kiss ending so abruptly that she staggered against him.

"What is it?" She asked, the heat pounding through her veins.

Vic's eyes glittered with lust as he stared down at her. "Just tell me one thing. Am I the last resort?"

Estrella stared up at him, at the eyes as feverish as her own. The strong, stubborn set of his jaw. The dark hair that waved over his forehead. The big shoulders and strong arms covered in tattoos. A low moan of pleasure escaped her, just from looking at him. "God. Not in the slightest." She leaned forward, pushing her breasts against his hard chest, desperate to scrape her aching nipples against him. "I've always liked you, but I thought you didn't like me."

"Not like you?" He looked incredulous for a moment. "I practically browbeat you to join the tiger clan instead of the lions because I wanted to be around you. As it is, I've had to force myself to leave you alone since you never showed any interest before."

It was her turn to be surprised. "You wanted me? Even though I'm a liger?"

"Estrella," he whispered huskily, and his hand moved to ensnare her hair in his fist, an action that made a new rush of wetness dampen her panties. He slowly pulled her forward, until her lips were barely brushing against his. Her breasts flattened against his chest. "You're smart and utterly gorgeous."

"I'm six foot two. Most men don't want a giant in their bed."

"Their loss," he growled, then brushed his lips lightly over hers. "Do you want me for me, then? I want you to say it."

"I want you, Vic. So, so badly." Her hands slid up his arms, caressing his biceps. A purr nearly erupted from her when she felt how firm they were. "Are you sure you want me?"

"I've wanted you for years," he murmured, the look in his eyes making her knees weak.

But she had to clear something up, first. "Do you want me even though us coming together is going to make a baby? This is more than just a one night stand."

"Who said I wanted a one night stand?" he told her. "If you want me, I want to be your mate. Right here, right now. No more fighting it."

Her breath caught in her throat. "And the baby?"

"I'd be proud to be the father." And he lightly kissed her again.

Estrella sighed in pleasure, melting against him. "Do me a favor and pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming."

His free hand slid to her buttock and he lightly pinched it. "Better?"

"Yes and no." Yes, because she knew she wasn't dreaming. The delicious man holding her against him and declaring that he wanted to be her mate was the real thing. No, because even the slight motion of that pinch made the heat inside her pulse with need. Her skin felt like it was on fire -- too sensitive and overly tender. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her veins, pounding a staccato beat that seemed to center right at her core.

"Should I pinch you again? Or do you want to get out of this cold?"

She growled low in her throat at the thought, and her fingers curled into his biceps, digging in like claws. "Still so hot, Vic. I'm burning up inside. We stay out here."

"Even in the snow?"

Her mouth quirked in a grin. "It'll cushion the blow when I knock you to the ground and ravage you."

His eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Will it now?"

She shoved at him, flinging him backward into the snow. As a liger, she was strong, just as strong as him. It intimidated most men, but she saw the excitement and challenge in Vic's eyes, and her own excitement grew.

He wouldn't mind that she was strong, fierce, and independent. For a man as rough as him, it was a turn-on to have a fierce mate. And that aroused her even more.

As he landed on his ass in the snow, her claws popped and she shredded the remnants of the bra loosely hanging from her shoulders. Her panties ripped away in the space of a breath, and then she was straddling his hips, bearing him back down to the thin blanket of snow in the grass.

He lay on his back and watched her with ravenous eyes. His hands reached for her hips, dragging her downward.

As if she needed any encouragement. Estrella took him into her hand and guided his hard cock into her body, seating herself fully onto him.

The breath escaped from her lungs. A small sound came from her throat, and she closed her eyes in pure ecstasy. He was big, and thick, and she was so very wet that he'd slid home perfectly. The sensation of it was amazing, and she soaked in the feeling of his cock deep inside her. Through the haze of her own desire, she barely heard his pleased groan.

All too soon, the delicious feeling faded, returned by the intense craving of the heat. She had him inside her, but she needed more, and she needed it fast. It made her crazed -- this wild desire. Bracing her hands on his chest, she began to rock her hips, lifting up and down on his cock. Her movements were jerky and harsh, and she ground her hips into his with every movement. "Need more," she breathed. The heat was an inferno inside her, raging out of control.

"I've got you," Vic murmured, and she felt his big hands dig into her hips. All of a sudden, she was out of control. When she lifted again, he slammed her back down onto him.

She cried out – oh yes, that was exactly what she needed.

He stilled under her. "Estrella?"

Her fingers dug into his chest, claws gripping at his skin. "No," she panted. "Keep going. So good."

He growled low in his throat, and then he was slamming her down on him again, their movements so forceful that she was positive she'd have bruises in the morning, but she didn't care. She needed this -- needed him -- so badly. The heat was being fed, once and for all. It built inside of her, and she began to growl low in her throat, feral and rough. Her hips lifted with his thrusts, making each slam of their bodies together faster and harder than the one before. If he'd been human, she would have destroyed him. But this was Vic, her Vic, and he was as strong and fierce as she was, and when her eyes met his, she saw the intense excitement there. It didn't matter that she was rough -- he liked it.

A shiver ripped through her, and then she was coming, the sensation so intense that stars swam in front of her eyes. A low, guttural groan ripped from her throat and she couldn't stop her claws from digging deeper into him as her entire body shuddered, flexing and tightening against him. Through the haze of the intense orgasm, she heard him bite out her name, and then she felt him come too, bathing her insides with warmth.

Estrella gave a wordless sigh and collapsed on his chest, breathing hard.

They lay there for long moments, the woods quiet about them, the only sound the symphony of their harsh, ragged breaths. Vic's hands slid to her thighs, and she felt his fingers lightly trace her skin, over and over, a soothing motion. She didn't move, though. She just laid on his chest, eyes closed, and tried to catch her breath.

Eventually, she cracked an eye open and surveyed her surroundings. Snow was falling in a thick blanket now, the snowflakes large and fluffy as they descended to the ground. Around them, the blanket of snow was patchy, the brown grass underneath exposed. And on the snow itself were dots of blood.

She flared her nostrils, alarmed. The scent of the woods touched her, along with the smell of her body and Vic, sex, and...blood. Warily, she lifted a hand and winced at the sight of the blood lining the beds of her fingernails.

Vic chuckled. "You play rough, 'Strella."

She sat up, pushing back on his chest, alarmed. Sure enough, the chest she'd been resting on was covered in scratches and gouges from her claws. Traces of blood dotted his skin and the snow around him. And Vic was smiling like he was pleased. "Oh my god," she murmured. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm not." His hand continued to stroke her thigh as she straddled him. "How are you feeling? Better?"

She shifted slightly, testing her body. Vic was still seated inside her, and that felt good. Her muscles weren't sore, but the heat didn't seem to be gone quite yet. Sated for the moment, but still lurking in the background. She grimaced. "I think we're going to have to do this again."

He chuckled. "Don't sound quite so pleased."

"It's not that," she began hastily. "It's that I want to have sex with you and just enjoy you. I don't want to feel like I'm going to flay you alive with my claws simply because the heat's driving me wild. It doesn't feel normal."

"Normal's overrated," Vic told her. "Are you better right now, at least?"

She stretched, working out her muscles. "I am. I feel pretty good, actually." Amazing, really, but she'd feel weird telling him that. "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" His voice sounded funny.

A flush crept up her cheeks. "For, you know. Volunteering in my time of need."

His eyes narrowed. Suddenly, he moved, and she went from sitting atop him to being flipped onto her back in the space of a moment.

Her eyes widened at the sudden movement -- and the surge of desire it sent through her. Vic loomed over her, pinning her to the snow. "Estrella. Let's clear one thing up right now," he told her in a hard voice. "I'm not doing this out of the goodness of my heart or because I'm your alpha. I'm doing this because I've wanted you for years. Me. Vic. It has nothing to do with free sex and everything to do with you."

Tears blurred her vision. "Good. I just didn't want you to feel...obligated."

He snarled. "Fuck obligation. I'm doing this because you're mine. And now that I know you want me too, there's nothing that's going to stop me from putting my mate mark on your throat. Understand?"

A surge of liquid desire rolled through her at the thought of Vic's mouth on her neck, teeth biting into her skin, and her hips flexed in response. "So what's stopping you right now?"

"Absolutely nothing," he growled, and leaned in. His tongue lightly moved along her throat, and she moaned at the sensation. "Ah, 'Strella, I can smell your desire. Smells fucking amazing."

She felt his cock, already hard, against her inner thighs and rocked up against him again. The heat was returning, but this time, she welcomed it. Relief was only inches away. "Need you, Vic."

"My 'Strella," he said softly, and she felt his tongue trace along her collarbone, making her shiver with need, her nipples hard.

Then, he bit down on her skin, at the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She felt his teeth sink in, ever so slightly. Another orgasm ripped through her, and she cried out, clenching his body close against hers. "Oh, yes. Vic. Vic. Vic."

He growled low against her throat, not pulling away, his mouth anchored there. She felt him shove her thighs forward, until they pressed backward on her chest and she was bent in half, knees almost to her shoulders. And then he sank deep again, and she cried out. Her claws popped again and she sank them into his back, clutching him to her.

"My 'Strella," he repeated in a hoarse voice, pounding into her.

"Vic," she cried out, and oh God, his rough strokes were driving her wild. She couldn't hold his body close enough to her. He sank so deep inside her that every thrust made her quiver with the orgasm that seemingly wouldn't stop. It kept building and building, her body quaking and muscles tight with the sensation, but it kept going and going, the fires stoked hotter with every thrust of his cock deep into her.

Too soon, he bit out her name against her throat, biting down on her again. And that made the orgasm skyrocket, until she was nearly passed out from bliss. She felt him come again, and then he collapsed on top of her.

After a few moments of panting, he moved away from her neck and leaned in to kiss her. In contrast to their rough, wild lovemaking, his kiss was tender and sweet. "Love you," he said gruffly.

Tears pricked her eyes and she ran her fingers along his hard jaw. "Love you, too."

"Your heat?"

"Still there," she admitted. "We might have to do this a few more times."

He grunted. "I see you plan on wearing your mate out."

Estrella grinned. "Are you telling me that I mated with a man with no stamina? That's disappointing."

"No stamina?" He gave her a mock-offended look, and then rolled his hips against hers in a seductive manner. "You want me to show you 'no stamina'?"

She moaned. "Yes, please."

They rolled in the snow and made love for hours on end, oblivious to everything but their own desires. Afternoon faded into dark, the moon came up and went away again, and sometime toward morning, they fell into an exhausted sleep in each other's arms.

When Estrella woke, the skies were orange and purple with the coming dawn, a blanket of snow was thick around them, and she was shivering from the cold.

Finally. Her heat was quenched. She gave a loud sigh of relief. Marathon sex was fun, but she was ready for the heat to be gone. Thank goodness shifter women only went into heat a few times in their lives. The intense craving -- and hormonal craziness -- was not something she wanted to experience on a regular basis.

A hard arm tightened around her hips, and she felt Vic nuzzle her shoulder. "You feel cold."

She burrowed closer to his warm body. "I am cold," she admitted, and couldn't keep the happiness from her voice. "Heat's gone."

His hand slid lower, to her belly. "So that means..."

"Yes." When he was silent, she began to worry. "What are you thinking?"

He kissed her shoulder again. "I was thinking about names. What do you think about Vic Junior?"

A happy giggle escaped her throat. "Uh, I think that's the worst name ever."

He gave her a mock growl. "That's my name."

"I didn't say your name was a good name. It's simply tolerable because it's yours."

He pulled her closer to him. "I see my mate is full of sass in the mornings."

"And afternoons. And nights," she told him happily. "Get used to it. You mated a woman who’s not going to let you walk all over her."

"Good." Vic nipped at her shoulder again, and despite the exhaustion in her body, she felt a stirring of desire. Not because of the heat, but because of Vic.

She smiled. "Besides, what if it's a girl?"

He paused for a minute, thinking. Then, "How about...Vickie?"

She groaned. "You're clearly terrible at picking out names."

Vic's hand slid to her breasts, caressing them, and she sighed with pleasure when he began to stroke her nipple. His lips moved from her shoulder to her jaw, and he began to kiss her lightly. She turned her face so he could brush his lips against her mouth. "I suppose it's a good thing we have nine months to decide on a name, then. I'll bring you around to my way of thinking."

"I'm going to need a lot of persuading," she breathed, leaning into him.

"I know." His eyes gleamed. "I'm looking forward to it."