Spotilicious (Jaguartow)

Unlike other shifters, werejaguars found their intended ones when they impregnated or carried their partner’s cub. The one way that a werejaguar knew for sure that he finally found a mate was the psychic link that was formed between them at the moment of conception of new life in the female’s womb.

Marc closed his eyes. He could feel it.

The calling, weak as it was, was unmistakable.

Kelly was pregnant with his cub, and he didn’t even know her last name.

Fuck.

Swallowing the rest of his scotch, Marc got up. He had a lot of work to do, and he needed to find his mate as quickly as possible. He went to his room and pulled on his clothes even as he began to dial Reid’s number.

Reid answered before the first ring was even complete. “Where did you disappear to last night?” he asked.

“I found my mate,” Marc said. There was no sense in beating around the bush on the topic.

A silent pause. “Yay? So you’re normal after all? You’re not shooting blanks all this time?”

Marc’s jaw twitched.

If he was talking with Reid in person, he’d have slugged his half-brother in the face. His last relationship with a jaguaress lasted more than two years. They fucked more often than rabbits on steroid and yet, there was no sign of his future heir. It got the rest of his clansmen talking behind his back. He got irritated to think that maybe there was something wrong with him. He knew now that it wasn’t meant to be. His mate was Kelly. A female human. “But she’s gone this morning. We need to get Juan on this immediately. Find out where she is.”

“Okay, okay. Did you remember to ask her name, at least?” Reid asked, tone still mocking.

“Yes, Reid. I asked her name. Kelly,” Marc said. “Her name was Kelly.”

“What’s her last name?”

Marc tsked in annoyance. He felt so stupid.

“Oh-ho, no last name, well, well, well,” Reid was having a ball on the other end of the line. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Why have I let you live all these years? Get cracking.”

Reid ignored him. He laughed merrily. “You didn’t think this was going to be more than a one-night stand, right? You thought it was going to be your usual fuckaroo, but instead, you found the one. Priceless.”

Note to self: strangle Reid the next time I see him. “Enough. Get on it already.”

There was a short pause in the other end, and that told him Reid thought that he should know something more considering this was his mate. But how was he supposed to know that at the time? He had thought she was just another random girl helping him kill time in the most pleasurable way.

“Okay, okay. Don’t worry, I’m on it,” Reid finally said.

“Good. Call me when you’ve got something.”

Marc clicked off and thought about the situation even further. Kelly had done more than occupy his attention for the evening. After their first time, he had taken her several more times. It was as if she had as much energy as he did, which was rather unusual for a human female. They both just couldn’t stop. Now it made sense to him. She had been open and willing to him because fate had already known their destinies.

He finished getting dressed and made his way to his office, which was just outside of downtown Vegas. He had an executive bathroom there where he planned to shower and change. As soon as he arrived, though, he heard a knock on his office door. Juan entered a moment later. Juan was Marc’s cousin and one of Marc’s most trusted advisors in the family. His specialty was tracking things. People or objects, it didn’t matter. Juan could find anything if given enough time.

Marc motioned for Juan to come closer when he saw that Juan had a file in his hands.

“For the search that you asked for. Can you confirm that this is who you’re looking for?” Juan handed the file to Marc.

Marc flipped the file opened and saw several black and white pictures, clearly from the casino’s CCTV of Kelly standing at the craps table. She looked beautiful. He, on the other hand, look like a besotted idiot across the table from her. He was amazed that no one had said anything to him the night before when he had been so clearly intrigued by her.

“That’s her,” he hissed. The jaguar inside him excited. “I take it the hotel is fully cooperating?”

“Did you expect anything differently?” Juan asked. “You are a Vegas VIP.”

Marc thought that might be a slight exaggeration, but it wasn’t far from the truth. “Was she staying at the hotel then?”