Isi? The one whose blood had both damaged the Wildlands and had caused it to bring forth life?
And Aristide didn’t tell me?
What the hell? Xavier mused darkly. Someone needed to be watching out for Amalie.
The door to The Cougar’s Den burst open and one of Amalie’s dance partners nearly stumbled out. When the greasy male spotted her, he grinned like a fucking wolf with prey in sight.
“You coming back in, darlin’?” he drawled.
“No,” Xavier answered.
Amalie turned to give him a dirty look, then glanced back up at the human male. “In a minute, Beau.”
Xavier growled at her. “I’m taking you home, Amalie.”
Her gaze slid his way once again, and no longer was there even a hint of flirtation glittering there. “No, you’re not. I’m here to have some fun. Just because you don’t know the meaning of that word.”
“I’ll show you some fun,” Beau said, loping down the steps toward them.
“I suggest you go back inside, Male,” Xavier said darkly, though his gaze remained pinned to Mal. “We’re leaving, Amalie. Say goodbye to your little friend here. Perhaps you can schedule a playdate for another day.”
“Do you hear yourself?” she growled back at him.
“I do.”
She stuck a finger in his face. “I’m not the young cub you and Aristide get to tell what to do anymore. I’m a grown female.”
Xavier sighed, his nostrils flaring with irritation. Yes, unfortunately, she was. A female with curves designed to make a male anxious to breed. A face angels would be envious of. A husky voice that belonged near a hungry male’s ear.
All attributes that shouldn’t be allowed near this oily, drunken human.
“Say goodbye, Amalie,” he said evenly.
“She doesn’t want to say goodbye,” Beau said with a grunt. “Do you, Amalie?”
“My name’s Mal,” she corrected.
Beau chuckled, his eyes pinned to her chest. “Hey, I’ll call you whatever you want, Sexy.”
“Oh, I like that.” Amalie’s gaze flickered Xavier’s way, and she said something under her breath that sounded an awful lot like, “Why can’t you ever call me that?”
Xavier pretended not to hear her. Just as he pretended to not be affected by the way she chewed her lower lip. He shook his head slowly. “You know I can’t let this happen, Amalie.”
Her hands went to her hips. “The funny part is that you actually believe that. Or is the funny part that you’re still doing Aristide’s job? I’m not sure. Wait. Maybe they’re both funny.”
The human moved closer to her, his eyes now trained on her ass. “I know some funny stories, Mal. I’ll buy you a drink and share a few.”
Xavier felt his insides flood with aggression. This male was about two seconds away from unconsciousness. Which would be a bad idea, as they were on human land. The last thing Pantera wanted to do was draw attention to themselves. But this idiot was really begging for it.
“I’m going to say this once more, mon ami.” Xavier’s eyes narrowed on the human male. He wasn’t particularly tall, but what he lacked in height, he made up for with muscle. Not Pantera kind of muscle, but impressive for a human. Something to consider if things went bruised and bloody. “Go inside and find yourself another female. This one is not available.”
“I’ll decide if I’m available or not,” Amalie said tightly. “You got some nerve, Xavier. Go home.”
The human grinned, then slid his arm around Amalie’s waist, yanked her close and licked the curve of her ear. “You tell him, Sexy.”
The haze that had only a second ago glimmered in Amalie’s smoky green eyes receded, and a flare of golden heat took its place. It was the sign her cat hovered at the surface of her skin. Her control was lost, courtesy of too much tequila. In under five seconds, she removed the male’s arm from her waist, took his hand in hers and slammed it back into his face. Making a sound like air escaping a balloon, Beau slithered to the ground and remained.
Xavier’s eyes flipped up to meet hers. “Was that necessary?”
She stumbled backwards a step. “He licked me.”
“Grow up, Amalie.”
“You won’t let me.” Her eyes locked to him. “You and Aristide.”
Xavier’s gut clenched. She had no idea how he saw her, how his skin ached every time she touched him – how he stood taller, prouder, every time her eyes were on him. And hell, she never would, if he could manage it.
“Then perhaps we should concentrate on sobering up.” He reached for her hand. “We’re leaving. Now.”
She didn’t try to pull away. “Careful, Puma. Or I’ll drop you like I dropped Tongue-Boy there.”
Xavier refused to reply to such absurdity. As he moved past her, he scooped her up in his arms and continued down the path toward the parking lot.
“Neanderthal,” she spat out.
“Pantera,” he corrected, trying not to think about how good she felt in his arms. How right. How natural.
“You don’t have to carry me,” she grumbled. “I know how to use my legs.”
His jaw went tight at her words. So did everything below his waist. Fucking female. Fucking male brain for taking those innocent words and twisting them into a goddamn fantasy. “It’ll take us all night to walk home,” he said. “And something tells me you can’t run in those come-fuck-me-boots.”
She glanced up at him. “Is that what they’re called?”
He didn’t answer, didn’t look at her either. She’d been too goddamn beautiful in the harsh fluorescent lights of the club. Under the glow of twilight, he was pretty sure she’d send certain parts of his anatomy skyward.
He didn’t need that. Not tonight. Not ever.
Clearing the parking lot, he took off toward the dark protection of the woods. He was fast in his human state, but he ached to shift to his puma and really taste the wind.
“So, I guess you’re my way home tonight,” she said with a soft yawn.
His arms tightened around her. “Who brought you? How did you get to The Den?”
“I caught a ride.”
“If you tell me with a stranger—” he began through gritted teeth.
He felt her shrug. “He was only a stranger for the first five minutes.”
A low growl escaped his throat. Shit, he needed to break out the fur and the canines. “I’m going to take you home and tie you up until Aristide gets out of quarantine.”
She snorted, then yawned again. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Would you?”
He made the mistake of looking down at her. Trying to put the sweet weight of her body out of his mind as he moved was problem enough. Now he saw full lips, drowsy eyes, a strip of tanned stomach where her tank was riding up.
Fuck. Me.
“What about your date?” she said. “Isn’t she waiting back at The Den for you?”
“That was business.”
She snorted softly. “She didn’t look like business. She looked like she wanted to do some licking of her own.”
Xavier growled—not at the idea of the human PI, but with the recent memory of that greasy human male’s hands on Amalie. His tongue on Amalie.
“What?” she asked, concern lacing her tone.
“If I didn’t have to babysit you tonight, I’d go back to The Cougar’s Den, scrape the human male up off the ground and remove his eager tongue from his mouth.”
“I took care of it, Xavier.”
“Yes. And you provoked it. Humans should not be played with. It’s not good for us.”
“Us or me?” she said softly.
Xavier didn’t answer. Doing so would mean he’d have to examine his feelings for his best friend’s sister. And he made it a practice never to do that. Instead, he picked up speed, racing through the bayou lands toward the border. Quiet, except for the sound of the breeze and the buzzing of the insects, reigned. Xavier had actually thought Amalie asleep when she moved in his arms and spoke.