Winter Born by Sherrilyn Kenyon Page A

shaman designer I met out West. He takes vision quests and then makes a necklace based on what animal guides him. That one there he said was a panther that led him through a nightmare and saved him.”
    How oddly apropos.
    She looked up at Dante and smiled.
    â€œI’ll take it,” Dante said, pulling out his wallet.
    Pandora stared down at the exquisitely crafted piece while he paid. She was so warmed by the gesture, especially since Romeo had told her how selfish Dante was.
    â€œThank you,” she said when he returned to her side.
    â€œMy pleasure.”
    Smiling even more, she lifted herself up on tiptoe and placed a chaste kiss to his cheek.
    â€œYou keep doing that,” he whispered in her ear, “and I’ll have you upstairs and naked in a heartbeat.”
    An overwhelming wave of desire tore through her body. It was the pantheress in her that needed to feel him inside her. They’d done enough talking and the wild part of her personality now wanted appeasement, too.
    â€œI wouldn’t mind it one bit,” she whispered back.
    That was all it took. One second they were in the crowd and the next, he’d pulled them off into an alcove where no one could see them and poofed them into a suite.
    â€œIs this your room?” she asked as she glanced around the elegant accommodations.
    â€œIt’s our room,” he said as he stalked her like the hungry predator he was.
    She stiffened at his tone. “Is that an order?”
    â€œNo, Pandora. But so long as we are mates, what is mine is yours.”
    â€œYou’re being strangely accommodating for a selfish panther Romeo said held no interest in a mate.”
    Dante paused at that. It was true. He’d never wanted to be bound by anything, especially not a mate. Yet for some reason, he didn’t mind Pandora in the least.
    â€œThe Fates didn’t ask me who or what I wanted for my own.” He held her marked palm up for both of them to see. “But they have chosen you as mine and I take care of what belongs to me.”
    â€œAnd if I don’t want to belong to you?”
    â€œI can’t force you to mate with me, Pandora, you know that. You are free to leave my protection at any time and go wherever you want.”
    Pandora swallowed at the thought. Yes, she could. But where would she go? The journey to Atlanta had been scary and fraught with the fear of having a pack find her and abuse her or the humans learning that she was a Were-Panther and locking her up.
    Many ordinary things had baffled her.
    How to buy a bus ticket. How to order food. Those things were all different in her time period. Everything there was done with universal credits. There was no money in her world. No fuel-burning vehicles.
    The transports in her century were more akin to monorails and you paid your way with your palm print. Everything at home was automated and clinical.
    She didn’t know how to survive in the current human world. Didn’t know how to use her powers.
    It was terrifying here.
    Except for Dante. He offered her more than anyone ever had. Protection and education.
    He was her safety.
    And he was her designated mate. Mating with a male was a physical act. It was the bonding ceremony that was emotional. She could easily mate and then have his protection.
    Her heart would still belong solely to herself.
    But if she refused to mate with Dante, he would have no reason to protect or educate her. And why would he? Her refusal would leave him impotent. Something she was sure wouldn’t endear her to him.
    â€œYou will give me total freedom without any limitations on it?” she asked.
    â€œI know no other way.”
    In that moment, she realized that she could learn to love this panther standing in front of her. He didn’t have to give her anything. He could theoretically take anything from her that he wanted. The other panthers did.
    If a woman wasn’t mated to one of the Katagaria pack, they kept