Chapter Thirteen

“I got it!” Rossa screamed from the office as she ran out to greet her mate and Kiska.

“Got what?” she asked removing the winter coat and boots. The boots were not at all comfortable. Going bare foot might leave the feet cold, but at least they would not ache from being squished.

“I had to call the sanctuary in Montreal to get this, but they said your brother is staying in a hotel in downtown Montreal for a couple days. I have the number for the hotel, Loews Hotel, if you want to try and get a hold of him…” Rossa trailed off holding out a piece of paper with the phone number on it.

Kiska looked at the paper shocked that it had only taken a day to track her brother down. Taking the paper, she was not sure if she ought to give him a call or not. He could be different after so many years and how would she explain Danya and what she had been through. Grabbing cordless phone, she headed back down into the basement and sat in the middle of the bed.

“Are you going to sit there all night?” Danya asked, seeing her jump at the sound of his voice. From what Rossa and Jasha had said, Kiska had been down there since nightfall and they had not heard anything from her in a couple hours. Taking a seat on the bed, he tried not to laugh seeing her in jeans, “It does not hurt to call. If he stays only a couple more days, perhaps you could talk him into staying a little longer while we make our way east?”

She looked at him and gave a slight nod. Dialing the number up, she let the phone ring, “Semyon Nevsky’s room please. Could you just ring the room anyway please? Tell him Kisa wants to speak to him. Yes I’ll wait.”

“He does not wish to take calls?” he asked seeing the distress on her face with a woman that was obviously short tempered with his lifemate.

Kiska shook her head, “She said he does not want to be bothered and not to call back. I don’t want to be bossed around by some human woman that is having a bad day. If Semyon didn’t want to be found, he shouldn’t have gone to the Montreal sanctuary where others saw him….yes thank you.” Letting out a slow breath, she listened to the phone ring. When the phone was picked up, she honestly wanted to cry, “Semy? It’s Kisa.”

Semyon froze at the sound of his baby sister’s voice on the other end, “Kiska? That is honestly you?”

Even if he could not see her head nod, she had to take a minute not to just start crying over the phone, “Yeah. I’m staying with a were couple and she made some calls after looking in a search and the sanctuary people said you were staying at this hotel and gave the number and I…I didn’t know if I could call….”

There was relief that she was dead. The past couple of decades he had hoped for nothing more than a body that he could take home to Russia, but she was alive. All six of them had given up hope of finding her, but he had promised himself that until he had proof she was gone his search would not stop. Semyon knew she was near tears, could hear how her voice broke a little, “You are always welcome to, Kisa. I would never tell you no not after looking for you for so long. Where are you? Tessa and I will come and get you and bring you home.”

Kiska looked at Danya, knowing he could hear the conversation as well as she could. When he gave a nod, she cleared her throat, “A couple hours outside of Edmonton. I can’t go home just yet….things happened and I just can’t yet.”

“You’re not being held against your will are you?” he asked her in Russian, motioning for Tessa to come over by him.

“No. I’m fine, really. It’s a long story. I will get Jasha because it’s his house.” Kiska answered back in Russian getting up from the bed and heading upstairs. “Why would anyone help me find you if I was being held against my will? I’m not a little girl anymore so you don’t have to do the whole overprotective bit.”

Semyon sighed knowing that he was, but it was hard to think of how she was now after so long, “I’m sorry, but Tessa and I have looked for you since the night your disappeared. I’m worried until I can see you face to face. You are not hurt?”

“When you get here I will tell you what I can, it’s a long story and no sense in making you worry before you even get here. Here’s Jasha.” she said handing the phone over and going back down to the basement. Heading down the stairs she wiped at her eyes, when Danya met her at the bottom. Kiska wrapped her arms around his neck and finally let the tears fall.

He rubbed at her back, not sure why she was so sad, “While I have come to learn that one can cry when really happy or sad, why are you so sad? This is the first time he has heard from you in so long, he would ask questions about how you are doing. He will not do anything to me, not after what we have been through in the last few days. And your hands are still cold.”

Looking up at him, wiped at her tears feeling how cold her hands were. They should have warmed. Walking past him to sit in front of the fireplace hoping to warm her hands, “I remember that tone he used. That was the tone he had usually right before he went and threatened kids to leave me alone after making me cry. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

He turned her head so she would look at him, “I promise he will not harm me. Would be a foolish mistake to harm his sister’s mate yes?” Seeing her weak nod, he knew she was still upset. Sitting behind her, he pulled her against him so he could hold her easier, “Jasha told me that you went out for a long walk today thinking about us.”

She leaned against him, resting her hands on his knees, “Yeah. Rossa said I didn’t have to stay inside so I went outside. I didn’t mean to be out all day, but I needed quiet to make my choice. I went over every little good and bad thing I could think of and well I determined the good out weighed the bad, so long as you never leave me just a skirt.”

Danya laughed, putting his arms around her, “Do not like my choice in clothing? I thought that skirt would look quite beautiful and that is why I left it.”

Turning around in his arms, placing her hands on his shoulders, standing on her knees, “I was born in the eighteen hundreds, Danya. I hated being in those dresses then. If my own mother couldn’t get me to stay in a dress, what makes you think you have a chance? Those things get in the way when you walk. And I like your laugh. You never laughed before.”

Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he smiled at her, “You cannot blame me for trying. The night gown did not bother you, how was I supposed to know that you had such an objection to skirts and dresses? I could not sort out the mixed message.”

Kiska arched her eyebrow at that comment, “I had no choice in what I had been put in and when I sleep I don’t always care. When I’m awake and have to been seen by the outside world, I’m wearing pants and nothing but. Need to get you out of your old way of thinking. Jasha say anything else about what I asked him?”

“No. Only that you were a little more talkative and seemed a lot more relaxed.” he replied in a hushed whisper. He kissed her, shutting the door to the basement having no intention of being bothered. If her brother somehow could managed flashing himself into the house, the man was going to wait until he was done. While the clothes could be gone in a manner of seconds, taking each item off her would force him to give her time to accept this advance.

Sliding his hands beneath her top, careful not to break away from her mouth just yet. He could feel her suck in her breath, tense for a moment when his hands touched her bare skin, but did not even try to stop his hands. Tired of the material, he dissolved it away and went back to his exploring.

Kiska pushed back at his hands for a moment, backing away from him for a moment, “You get rid of something of mine, I get rid of something I want, and no sex on the floor.”

He put a finger over her lips, “Just hush please.” While he heard what she wanted, he knew there would be little choice in where they ended up. Unsure of exactly which item of clothing she would pick, he kept up his leisure exploring. At least while he was touching, she kept pretty much quiet minus a few gasps and soft moans. Turning his attention to her neck, moving slowly hoping to find a sensitive spot.

She got rid of his shirt and while he could walk around without a shirt and think nothing of it, that made it seem a bit unfair. Now those pants of his, curiosity was going to win out and he would defiantly be naked before she intended to be. Shivering when she felt his tongue on her pulse again, a small groan escaped and it was time to cheat just a little. Kiska flashed herself onto the bed, and dissolved her own clothes away.

Glancing over to the bed, he shook his head, getting up from the floor. That was not fair and he was planning on getting her over to the bed to get those jeans off, but that little flashing trick ruined his fun. The way she sat on the bed, showed she was a little shy about how she looked. He on the other hand had no shyness about his body and allowed his slacks to dissolve away.

Sitting on the bed, he untied her hair out of the braid, “Have you ever had sex outside of…”

“No.” she replied, shaking her head to help the hair untangle. Sex had been easy when there were a bunch of hormones demanding it than having a clear head and actually feeling nervous over something that had been done hundreds of time.

Pulling her closer to him, he knew he would have to take things a little slower. Going back to her neck, he ran his tongue over a few of her scars, remembering his promise to start replacing bad memories with some good ones. Slowly he got her to lay down on her back, his mouth moving lower. She was a cat and that was going to offer some advantages. He ran his tongue around one of her nipples, noticing how she arched her back, nearly whimpering at what he was doing.

Shifting slightly, he got her to spread her legs so he could start the playing he really enjoyed. Moving his mouth down her body, while his fingers spread her open, he was surprised at wet she was. While a natural response, Danya had expected to have to work a little more.

Kiska felt a little embarrassed about how strong her body was reacting and tried to close her legs, but felt his warm hands stop her. She was half expecting for him just to get down to it, but instead he did something she had always been left to wonder about. The moment she felt his tongue slide against her clit, she moaned quite loudly and found herself purring.

Smiling to himself, he lapped at her a bit quicker, having to hold her hips steady so he could get her on level where he was. His little kitten had more passion over simple foreplay than any other woman he had ever been with.

“Danya…” she gasped, clutching at the blankets rather than his silk like hair. If he kept this up, very soon he would be the one on his back while she took advantage of the situation.

Lifting his head up, replacing his tongue with his fingers, watching her with a huge grin, “Not just yet. Stop holding back.”

Letting out a frustrated groan, hating how he had slowed expecting her to react. She could toy with him. Slipping into his mind, she thought up of the image of her sliding her very capable tongue around his hard on and slowly slipping her mouth around it. Hearing his groan, she stopped smiling up at him. He looked so cute with that look on his face.

The blood he had given her allowed her into his mind and he did not always notice when she slipped in and out. He’d take her up on that thought another night. Danya slid right in without much difficulty, knowing she could have backed out and made things a bit tough if she was indeed not ready for such a drastic step. Before he could slide in the whole way, he felt her fighting slightly. He kissed her, trying to ease the panic her mind was causing.

She had tried to push at him, not wanting him to go much deeper as it was bringing up some rather nasty memories. But with his mouth, the memories seemed to go back to their dark little corners and all were forgotten once he had started to move. The way he moved, every little spot that could bring pleasure, he somehow hit every single one. When he had nearly pulled out, then slid back in a bit hard, she moaned his name as her body seemed to want to break apart from the pleasure.

He found himself gritting his teeth, trying to stave off his own release, but it was no use. Within a few strokes, his body was finally allowed to give into a release it had wanted since he had first lain eyes on her. Danya kept his body over hers, needing a moment or two to catch his breath. He hated how the words would not leave him be, but they had to remain unsaid until she was okay with the idea.

Reaching up, she ran her fingers over his face, moving his black hair away. Pulling him closer she gave him a very soft kiss, letting her hands rub at his back. It felt a little odd not feeling the usual guilt that came after her mind had a chance to clear after sex, but then again he was not just some male that was there for physical pleasure and would leave nor was he using her as his personal toy.

Danya winced hearing the pounding on the basement door. That was one quick way of ruining the mood, but the safeguard keeping that door shut was a powerful one. He had not been willing to chance Rossa untangling it while he was with his mate. Having to leave her wonderful body, he made sure to cover her with the blankets and dress himself in a pair of slacks before seeing what his friend wanted.

Kiska grabbed his wrist and did her best to keep him by her, “Just leave it. Whatever it is, it can wait can’t it? Jasha has to learn not to interrupt.”

Kissing the top of her head, he pulled the blankets around her a bit closer, “He would not pound at a safeguarded door for his health. He learned that was a quick way to annoy me. I will see what he wants before he resorts to flashing himself down here.”

He walked up the stairs, unweaving the guard, and opened the door, “What?”

“Her brother is here.” Jasha replied noticing that Danya had Kiska’s scent all over him. “Although do him a favor and both of you take a shower first. If I can smell it, he’ll be able to.”

“How did he get here so fast from Montreal? The trip should have taken him at least a day.” he asked rubbing the back of his neck, a little annoyed.

Jasha gave a dry look to the Carpathian, “You know that little flash trick my kind has? It’s real easy to use and it was his idea. Now shower so he stops giving me the creeps by looking at me with a look I have only seen Sentinels give those that have a death sentence from the Omergion.”

Shutting the door in the panther’s face, Danya headed back down to her. The scent thing Semyon would have to deal with. Blood exchanges left a scent that could not be dulled from a simple shower. It would be easier just to spend the rest of the night with her.

“You look so disappointed.” she stated, when he knelt down by the side of the bed and let out a groan. Shifting closer to the edge of the bed beneath the blankets, she ran her fingers through his hair, “You get me for the rest of our natural lives, one night of interruption will not kill you.”

He looked up at her with his brown eyes, he touched her cheek, “I have been quite good at keeping my hands to myself since I met you. I finally get you naked and your brother shows up and wants your attention. Why on earth would I be disappointed?”

Kiska laughed at his point, that was valid. He had been better than she had expected. She had to get out of bed, but her body wanted to stay under the blankets with a really warm body next to it. Combing his hair with her fingers, she looked down at him, “Want to get me dressed or you going to keep pouting?”

Pushing himself up, he dressed her in a bright blue tank top and pale blue ankle length skirt, “I know you do not like the skirt, but it does help hide just how thin you are. Odds are if he saw you in pants, I would hear it from him.”

Smoothing the skirt with her hands, she looked at him, “Guess undergarments mean nothing to your kind?”

He shrugged, “Why would I put things on you that will block my play after your brother is gone? At least these days there are not layers upon layers of garments to remove.”