Chapter Sixteen
“Just how many more needles do you own, anyway?” Roni snapped as Doc Martin inserted yet another in her vein and began drawing blood.
Her skin was crawling, the touch so sickening she wanted to vomit right there on the pristine floor beneath the small gurney she sat on.
“I have several boxes actually,” he said drolly as he withdrew the needle, then stared down at her with a kindness that brought tears to her eyes. “I know how hard this is on you, Miss Andrews. I promise, I’m trying to hurry.”
She glanced over at Taber where he stood propped against the wall beside the door. He was tense, his expression savage as he watched her with a hungry gaze.
“Take your time. I have plenty of blood.” She drew in a deep breath, determined to get through this. “So, tell me, have you come up with a cure yet?”
Taber growled. The doctor glanced over at him a bit worriedly, though she caught him smothering his chuckle.
“No cure that we know of.” He finally moved back, giving her a chance to breathe in air that didn’t smell male. “I’ve run every damned test I can think of and we now have over two dozen other scientists working on it. The only answer is conception.”
“As if!” Roni allowed all the pent-up anger and fear to power the small exclamation. “I need my birth control pills. I’ve already missed one.” It was the only answer. She had taken them before to keep her cycles timely but now she needed them desperately. “You’re a doctor; get them for me.”
“Doesn’t work.” He shook his head as Taber snarled, a low, dangerous sound that rocked her body, not with fear as it should have, but with excitement.
“Excuse me?” She lifted her brows, fighting back her shock. “What the hell do you mean it doesn’t work? Fine, give me a Depo shot, an IUD. I don’t give a damn, but do something.”
A baby? Taber’s child. For a moment, just a moment, something softened inside her at the thought of his baby.
An innocent being born into hell? Into such uncertainty?
No. Having a child was out of the question. She had no intention of becoming pregnant, not by Taber, not by anyone, and especially not amid the danger she was beginning to realize lurked outside the estate Taber and his family were working frantically to secure.
“Depo doesn’t work.” The doctor stuck a swab in her mouth, swirling it around quickly as she nearly gagged.
She pushed her hands through her hair as he moved away, fighting back the rising panic welling inside her and the pain blooming through her body. Every bone and muscle felt as though it were on fire, blistering her insides with heat.
Perspiration dotted her skin and no matter how she fought it she couldn’t hold back the small wracking trembles that attacked her body.
“I need a vaginal sample.” The doctor’s voice lowered, filling with regret. “I’m sorry. I know this isn’t easy.”
Taber paced closer.
“Get back, Taber!” She was amazed at the fury that echoed in her demand. “If you come near me I’ll shove one of those damned needles into that black heart of yours.”
“Dammit, Roni, you can’t do this alone,” he retorted. “I’m only trying to help you.”
“You’ve helped enough,” she sneered, dragging several deep, strengthening breaths before turning back to the doctor. “Why is this so hard?” she demanded of the other man. “Tell me what the hell’s wrong with me before you do anything. I feel like fire ants are eating away at my insides and I’m getting damned sick of it.”
She could handle it, she assured herself as she watched the doctor, keeping her expression fierce. It seemed neither he, nor Taber, responded to anything other than complete determination and more than one threat of physical violence.
Doc Martin heaved an impatient breath. “Young woman, let’s get these tests completed first . . . ”
“You touch me and you may not be walking straight for days.” She cocked her leg back as he watched it warily. “I want answers before you come at me with another needle, swab or whatever the latest device of torture is at the moment.” She sure as hell didn’t like the looks of that damned speculum he was holding in his hand.
“Roni, I told you what was wrong.” Taber stepped closer.
Roni turned her head slowly, watching him with all the pent-up violence raging through her system.
He stopped again, only feet from the gurney this time.
“A mating does not a relationship make,” she told him with false sweetness before turning
back to the doctor. “Answers, if you please. In
English would be nice, too,” she ventured, unwilling to try to understand whatever doctor’s jargon he used.
He sighed. “In a nutshell, for the time being, your body is addicted to the hormone contained in Taber’s saliva as well as his semen. The effects are intense, bringing violent illness and pain, which only goes away after, uuhh . . . relations occur.” He flushed before her shocked gaze. “The best we’ve been able to figure is that it’s nature’s way of ensuring the species continues.”
She stared at him in shock. “Are you serious?”
Sympathy filled the doctor’s gaze. “Normally, the minute amount of normal sperm the Feline Breed males possess makes them virtually impotent. But the hormone infecting you forces your body to ovulate every three days. To further ensure procreation, it strengthens normal arousal to the point that it cannot be denied.”
Roni cursed her own stubbornness. She could feel the blood draining from her face as her stomach pitched and her mind fought to reject the diagnosis.
“It ends with conception?” Her voice was thready as she fought to speak.
“The symptoms left Merinus upon conception,” he affirmed, his voice low, gentle. “It’s something that, so far, seems to occur only with a woman with whom the emotions of the Feline Breed are involved. A natural mate, in Callan and Merinus’ case. It has never occurred before.”
She pressed her hands to her stomach, swallowing tightly, refusing to allow herself to be sick.
“Prevent conception.” Her voice was shaking.
“Roni . . . ” Taber’s protest was ignored.
She stared up at the doctor, fighting the rage rising sharply within her. She would not allow this. She couldn’t.
“I don’t care what you have to do, or how you do it, but stop it.”
Taber stood still, refusing to speak despite the pain lodging in his chest. He could hear the terror shaking in her voice, the pain rocking through her, and would have given his own life then and there if it would save her from this.
He couldn’t bear the stark agony resonating through her voice. God help him, he would give anything to go back, to take back the mark, to make this easier on her somehow.
“I’m sorry, Roni.” Martin’s voice echoed his own regret. “If I could do this for you, I would. An IUD won’t work. The body will reject it. The hormone is affecting every organ, working to ensure conception. The same for the Depo shot and the birth control pills. We’ve found no way to prevent this. Not yet.”
It was then she turned to Taber. His soul shattered with pain as he glimpsed her eyes. They were deep, shadowed wells of misery that had every animal instinct inside him demanding that he protect her. She was terrified and he had no idea how to help her.
He stepped to her before she could speak, his hand weaving through the tangled strands of her hair as the other caught her close. And in that second, he damned his own soul. His lips took hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth, forcing her to accept him despite her instinctive cry of rejection.
She would never make it through this while everything inside her clamored for him, the hormone attacking not just her mind, but her body as well. Her hands caught his shoulders as a whimpering cry whispered from her throat. But her tongue stroked his, her lips drawing on him as her breath hitched on a sob.
He held her tightly, easing her, stilling the instinctive rejection of the tests the doctor needed to perform. When he pulled back, her eyes were nearly black with emotion, tear-filled and hazy with arousal.
“With my life, Roni,” he pledged to her. “With everything I am, I swear to you, I will protect you and any child that comes of this. Whatever you want I will give you, baby, as God is my witness. Anything to make up for what I have done to you.”
He could barely hold back his own tears. He who had never cried, who had fought emotion since he had first learned of its effect on him. He would give her anything she desired, if only it could ease the pain he knew was flaying her soul.
Her arms tightened around him, her face pressing against his chest, her shoulders quivering as she fought her own sobs. He tightened his hold on her, bending protectively over her, rocking her, hating himself with every cell in his body.
Finally, she drew in a deep, hard breath. Her nails clenched at his back and he felt the dampness of her tears on his shirt.
“No more tests,” she whispered.
“Taber, I need those tests. All we’ve had to go on were Merinus’ samples . . . ”
Taber snarled in fury. His head turned, his gaze locking on the doctor’s as he fought to protect her from any further pain.
“A swab only,” Martin demanded. “For God’s sake. This isn’t just her, Taber. It’s the future.”
He tensed, intending to pull her from the table and stalk from the room.
“No. He’s right.” Her arms tightened around him as shudders quaked through her. “He’s right. I can do this. I can.” But she didn’t release her hold of him.
“I’ll hold you, baby.” He lowered her slowly to the gurney, remembering Sherra relating how Callan had been forced to do the same for Merinus. “Just hold onto me, Roni. I won’t let you go.”
It was hell. Roni forced back her screams as everything inside her protested the doctor’s touch, his tests, his soothing voice. She knew she was leaving deep marks in Taber’s back from the grip her fingers had on him, but couldn’t seem to care. It was that or scream.
That, or fight to be free.
She breathed in hard and deep. She could do this. She wasn’t a quitter. She could fight. She had forgotten that in the past year since Taber’s desertion.
She knew how to hold herself together when the fear was like a beast clawing at her stomach.
One second at a time. One minute at a time. One hour at a time. It had saved her before. She could think later, when the pain had eased, when the terror had lessened and her mind had absorbed the rushing change that had fallen into her life. Then she could find safe ground. Then she would think.
“Tell me what to do,” he whispered against her ear. “Tell me what to do to make this better. God, I should have let you be . . . ”
“You leave me again and I’ll kill you!” She jerked violently as the doctor used his demon’s tools to examine her. “I swear to God, Taber. I may not be woman enough for you, but if you leave me after this, I’ll make you pay. I’ll cut your black heart from your chest myself and then I’ll carve your cock into so many tiny pieces you’ll never find them all.”
And she would, she promised herself as she throttled back the scream wanting to break free from her throat. She could feel the tension in Taber as well, the furious growls coming from his chest, his protective, fierce hold on her body. He was hers for now. She would deal with the future when she had to.
Thankfully, once it was over, it was exhaustion that claimed her. Her body, her mind, had taken all it could take and blessed darkness closed over her.
As she slipped into unconsciousness, she could have sworn she heard Taber whisper. “I’ll never leave you. No matter what you want . . . Never again . . . ”
But she hadn’t wanted him to leave the first time.