KateUndone by Marie Harte Read Free Book Online Page A

hell out of each
other.
    Logan wanted that for himself, for Jesse and Kate. The
stubborn woman needed them. Jesse would temper her wildness, and Logan would
encourage her humor and her need to be free.
    In retrospect, he knew it wasn’t fair to blame their
distance solely on Kate. Jesse was a hardcase, but Logan could have talked to
her. He could have tried to reason with her, to get her to see how much he
cared. But he’d been afraid she might not want him. Not wanting an answer he
wasn’t ready for, he’d left Kate alone, hoping she’d eventually come to them.
    But she hadn’t. It had taken Jesse and his fuck-the-world
attitude to claim their mate.
    Logan took a few deep breaths as he paced the empty hallway.
The darkness outside told him it was still too early for most humans to be up
and moving about. And much too late to undo what had already been done.
    He needed to fix things, and feeling sorry for himself at
three or four in the morning in a crappy hotel in midtown wasn’t solving
anything.
    He turned to make his way back to the stairs when the
familiar scent of blood hit him. Human blood. His guer perked up, and he
followed the scent to one of the rooms. Staring at the closed door, Logan had
second thoughts about intruding. But the idea of someone in trouble forced him
to intervene.
    He banged on the door. “Hello? Anyone in there?”
    He listened close but didn’t hear anything. Then the
doorknob turned and he stepped back, prepared for the worst. The pungent scent
of blood and entrails hit him hard, awakening his need to shift into his guer .
Past the room’s short hallway, he could see the lit bedroom. Dark red
handprints covered the white duvet of the bed. A small hand reached out to him,
hanging off the edge, the body smothering in pillows and rolled in a thick
blanket.
    “What the hell?” He took two steps into the room when the
door slammed shut behind him and the sense of danger overwhelmed. Logan would
know that fucked-up scent anywhere. “Will Lawless,” he hissed. But before he
could do anything about it, something solid slammed into his head and he saw
nothing more.
    * * * * *
    Jesse sat up, breathing hard. His heart pounded and he felt
as if he’d just wakened from a nightmare. He looked beside him at the clock and
noted the hour. It was nearing eleven in the morning. He and Kate had slept the
night and the morning away. Little wonder after their marathon sexcapade.
    He glanced around him in concern. Where the hell was Logan?
    Jesse left Kate still sleeping soundly and showered and
dressed. When he rejoined her in the bedroom again, he saw her stirring.
    “Morning.” She looked so cute, sleepy-eyed as she yawned and
sat up. Then the covers slid off her, exposing her beautiful body, and cute became sexy .
    “Good morning,” he murmured, wishing he hadn’t dressed yet.
He was hard from just the sight of her. A feminine hum sounded deep inside him,
and he shifted, uncomfortable. Especially when his hard-on throbbed. He did his
best to mute the connection.
    “That’s me making you nervous,” Kate offered and stood, not
at all modest about her nudity. Another plus to having a Ravager mate. They had
no problems with their bodies.
    “Not nervous, hard.” He cupped his erection, pleased when
her gaze narrowed on it and she smiled. “I’m always hard around you, Kate.”
    “Good.”
    “Easy for you to say.”
    “Ah, no it’s not. Remember who’s in heat?”
    “Oh, right.” He coughed to distract himself. Because the
thought of her heat turned his thoughts from Logan to impregnating Kate. And
the last thing he wanted in his life right now was a kid. Thank God she
wouldn’t be fertile during this first heat. “I want you again, believe me,” he
said with feeling. “But Logan’s not back. Something’s not right.”
    “Let me get dressed.”
    “Hurry.” He waited while she took a quick shower and dressed
in a rumpled shirt and jeans.
    “Don’t worry about the room. I rented