Free Stygian's Honor by Lora Leigh

Cullen Maverick spoke up as he leaned back in his chair and lifted the frosted bottle of beer to his lips. “Or should I just go ahead and kill you for thinking you can have more than Liza might want to give?”
    “Whoa, enough.” Liza turned on them all then. “I don’t need bodyguards nor do I need anyone to defend my honor.”
    The four men turned as one to frown back at her.
    The air of sudden male dominance had a snarl threatening to pull at Stygian’s lips.
    His woman.
    His mate.
    He’d never allow another male to order her to do anything. Especially anything in direct opposition to what he wanted.
    “They’re not telling us the truth in regards to why they’re here, Liza, you know that as well as the rest of us do,” Klah argued. “He has no business around you.”
    “Maybe he has other things in mind.” Chelsea grinned then. “Things that are none of your business, Klah.”
    Liza’s chair scraped back from the table, a hint of fear and nervousness suddenly scenting the air around her.
    “Let’s dance then,” she muttered as he rose to his feet beside her. “Instead of starting the fight you seem intent on.”
    “Me?” He almost laughed as she grabbed his wrist. Heallowed her to give the impression that she was pulling him to the dance floor. “That was your friends, baby, not me.”
    The fast, hard beat of the country-western music faded away and as they stepped to the dance floor, the band eased into a slow, sensual tune instead.
    He caught the little muttered curse as it slipped free of her glossy lips and couldn’t hold back a low chuckle as he took her into his arms.
    “How did you know I was here?” she asked. Her small hands pressed against his chest almost defensively.
    The fact that she felt she would have to protect herself against him, her mate, had him tensing in regret.
    Her fingertips were rubbing against the fine cotton of his shirt though, making him wonder if she was searching for the warmth of his chest. That gesture, small though it was, gave him hope that perhaps a part of her knew she could trust him.
    “I make it my business to know where you are. And who you’re with.”
    Tightening his arm around her back, he brought her closer, luxuriating in the sweet response of her body, the heavy throb of life in the vein at her throat and the hunger he could scent building in her slight body.
    The need to cover her, to push inside the liquid heat of her pussy was going to make him crazy.
    “Why do you make it your business?” Confusion filled her now. “I’m nothing to you, Mr. Black.”
    Oh, how wrong she was.
    Stygian stared into the gray of her eyes and sensed something more than the bravado she was fighting so hard to bolster as he held her against him.
    “Perhaps I’d like for that to change.”
    Liza stared up at the Breed, feeling their bodies swaying in perfect accord, before she was even aware that she was moving in time to his much larger body.
    She couldn’t believe he’d just said that. That he’d made his intentions so clear, so quickly.
    “And if that’s not what I want?”
    “I would find that very hard to believe,” he retorted. “Asyou said as we left the hotel, it would be impossible to miss the fact that you are very interested.”
    “Oh God, I hate Breeds and their sense of smell.” She had to tear her eyes from his, but she couldn’t force her body away from him.
    “Come out with me tonight.” It was more a demand than a request. “We could just ride around awhile. Maybe find a nice place to stop and talk.”
    Her lips parted to refuse. She couldn’t afford to become involved with him.
    Not with him or any other man.
    “I brought the motorcycle.” His head lowered, his lips at her ear, the warmth of his breath teasing the sensitive flesh. “The wind in your hair. The night surrounding us.”
    “Danger stalking us? A Breed who’s obviously searching for a ghost and believes I could lead him to her?” she asked, incredulous. “How