Free Bayon/Jean-Baptiste (Bayou Heat) by Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright

she was suppressing might very well be necessary to tracking down their enemies.
    “It’s been twenty-five years,” he cautioned. She was desperate to feel as if she were actively involved in hunting those who had tortured her, but he didn’t want her to get her hopes up too high. “The human world has changed.”
    She tilted her chin to an angle that said ‘don’t screw with me.’
    “I have to try.”
    “Fine.” Strolling forward, Bayon grabbed her by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. “But first, a bath.”
    She gave a startled squawk. “What are you doing?”
    He waded into the water, smiling as he caught the scent of her rising arousal. “You’re my mate.”
    “Yeah, I got the memo.” She reached around to rub the marks on her lower back that had healed to silvery lines.
    “It’s time you take up your wifely duties,” he informed her, reaching the middle of the pool and lowering her to her feet.
    “Really?” Her stern expression was ruined by the sparkle of amusement in her golden eyes. “And what wifely duties do you expect me to perform?”
    He turned, the warm water lapping around his waist. “You can begin with washing my back.”
    He heard her laugh before she was pouncing from behind and pushing his head under the water.
    “Or I could just drown you and find a mate to wash my back.”
    His cat purred, relishing her playful response. This was the Keira from their childhood. The female who’d stolen his heart.
    Underwater, Bayon flipped to swim between her spread legs, breaking the surface behind her.
    Before she could turn, he pinned her arms to her side and hauled her against his bare chest. Then, with a growl he sank his teeth into the side of her neck.
    “Mmm.” The taste of sweet female musk exploded on his tongue, and with one tilt of his hips he slid his cock deep into her welcoming heat. “My wildcat.”
     
    ***
     
    Keira flexed her claws, digging them into the mossy ground beneath her paws as she stood at the entrance to the caves.
    Standing so still she appeared a part of the shadows, she simply absorbed her surroundings. The damp breeze. The scent of rich earth and vegetation. The tangible tingle of magic that touched everything in the Wildlands.
    Home.
    This place wasn’t just where she lived. It was a part of her that was as necessary as breathing.
    Her brief moment of contentment was shattered by the distant scent of her brother as he headed toward the village.
    Shit.
    She battled back the surge of grief at their continued separation.
    When Bayon had carried her into the Wildlands, she’d been panicked at the thought of meeting Pantera.
    Any Pantera.
    She had no explanation. Just a ruthless fear that refused to be dismissed.
    Now she understood that her continued reluctance to reveal herself to Parish had nothing to do with that strange sense of dread.
    She’d adored her younger brother from the moment their mother had placed him in her arms. He’d been a quiet, intelligent baby with an intense stare that could intimidate grown men.
    A born leader.
    And a born protector.
    He’d smother her with the need to keep her safe.
    And she couldn’t risk him trying to block her search for the truth.
    Not when she sensed the very future of the Pantera might depend on her discovering why she’d been kidnapped.
    A low roar that assured her the coast was clear thankfully intruded into her dark thoughts. Pausing long enough to make sure she was fully focused, Keira moved with a swift grace through the underbrush. She’d been the one to demand the opportunity to search the cabin where she’d been kidnapped. The last thing she wanted was to prove she wasn’t prepared.
    She joined Bayon, who was waiting for her across the nearest lily-clogged channel. Like her, he was in cat form, a beautiful golden creature with golden eyes swirled with pale green. She rubbed her head affectionately against his thick neck before turning to trot across the boggy ground.
    They moved in