Brock by Kathi S. Barton Page B

calling in your brothers. And Alistair and Em are going to the main house now and not here. She’ll be safe there, and Neal is headed that way, too. Your mom is with Gabriella, and they’re aware that she’s coming. Don’t move…Brock, I can feel your cat. He’s being pissy again.”
    He felt him , too. He was trying to take him again, and Brock was losing the battle. His skin began to burn with the need to shift, and his canines began to drop. He worked feverishly to get his gun in his holster so he wouldn’t drop it. Then Em spoke to him.
    “I love you. Think of me in our bed. I had plans…I had plans to tie you to it and have my way with you.” He asked her for more. “I bought this cute little outfit that has barely any material to it at all. It was really expensive, but all I could think about was having you tear it from me. Shredding it into ribbons while you held me down on the bed. Then when you bent me over the bed and took me, I was going to play with my nipples and…and then I was going to take your cock into my mouth. Would you fuck me that way, Brock?”
    His cat snarled at him , but he could control him now. The more she talked, even if none of it was really making sense, he could feel his beast back down. His hands still trembled, but he no longer felt the need to kill. He felt Ryland touch his mind, and he told him he was fine to come on up, and suddenly the room was filled with cops.
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    Em paced the kitchen of the main house. She’d been there once before but wasn’t really thinking of this as a social visit. The others in the room seemed to be talking, but for the life of her, she couldn’t think of what they were saying. She turned to look at Rayne when she touched her arm.
    “He’s fine.” She nodded. “You probably saved his life by what you did tonight. Had he shifted when he did, the police would have shot him without a doubt. How did you know what to say to him, and do we want to know what it was?”
    She flushed , wondering where what she’d said to Brock had come from. She’d bought herself the outfit, but for the most part, she figured she’d just show it to him and that would be enough. As for her wearing it, she wasn’t sure she’d be that brave. As for the rest, she was just saying whatever she could think of to get him to calm down. She looked at Rayne.
    “He was having trouble controlling his animal. It wasn’t like the last time he brought him out, but like the very first time. He was…not meaner, but more like he didn’t care what happened to him so long as…I guess so long as I was safe.” She looked at Sandra. “She said it’s because of the baby that was born long ago. She thinks that Brock has some of him in him.”
    “Probably. I heard the story too. And I wouldn’t doubt that somewhere along the line Brock picked up more than his share of him. And finding you is what kept him from getting hurt. You’re the first mate of any of the others. Because of you, he didn’t end up like his ancestors—dead because he shifted at the wrong time.” She smiled at her. “You should really learn to play poker. There isn’t a tell on you when you speak. For anyone looking at you, they’d think you were as serene as hell. But I know that there is all this panic going on in your head.”
    “What do you mean?” She looked around the room and wondered what they were saying about her. “They think I’m not worried about him? I am. He’s everything to—”
    “We can feel your fear and anxiety. Humans? Never. Maybe not even other supernaturals. But you look as calm as if you’re reading a boring book, and nothing is written on your face. That will be helpful when you have to deal with your family, I think. A sort of scary power that you can use against them.” She asked her what she meant. “They’re going to come here. We all know that, you more than others. But they expect you to be afraid, terrified even, because they think they’re going to take you