Authors: Lora Leigh
“Mr. Wyatt, you had a meeting with Ms. Warden in an hour. Should I reschedule that?”
“God yes,” he muttered. The last meeting he had with Warden he’d sworn Breed genetics were rubbing off on her as she demanded answers for the disappearance of a Council scientist. Her eyes were shot with anger and her cute little face had tightened in almost dislike. For some reason, she didn’t seem to believe that he had no idea where the former scientist, Jeffery Amburg, was located.
Not that he hadn’t been lying; he knew very well where the scientist was currently being held. He just had no intention of telling her.
“Mr. Jackal is here now, sir,” she told him. “The jet will be awaiting your arrival on the roof, destination Sanctuary. Do you require anything else?”
Yeah, a secretary with a sense of humor would be a nice start. Where the hell had Merinus Tyler found this droid?
But at the moment a cardboard secretary was the least of his concerns. He lifted his briefcase to his desk, loaded into it the files and reports he needed, then disconnected his PDA from the computer. He had everything now.
Shutting down his office took only minutes, and then he was striding to the door, opening it as Jackal came to his feet, his expression as stoic as always. But there was a hint of amusement in his gaze this time.
Jonas gave his secretary a hard look. She stared back at him, as placid as always. He was going to have to inform her how much he wouldn’t appreciate it if she was entertaining his enforcers when she refused to entertain him.
The damned woman.
“Looks like we’re heading home for the weekend, Jackal,” he announced, putting his secretary’s lack of loyalty out of his mind. He would deal with her later.
“Have a nice weekend, Mr. Wyatt,” she called out as he left the office.
He didn’t bother to return the farewell.
“Is there a problem?” Jackal asked as they moved through the empty hallways of the Justice building. Saturday evening wasn’t exactly peak hours.
Jonas grimaced, the potential for disaster so far outweighed “a problem” that it was laughable.
“Mercury,” he informed the other man, his voice quiet as they stepped into the elevator and Jonas hit the button for the roof.
Jackal snorted. “That little paper pusher of Vanderale’s?”
Paper pusher, his ass. Ms. Rodriquez was looking for something; Jonas just hadn’t figure out what yet.
“That’s my suspicion.” And Jonas hoped his suspicion was right. His own investigation into Mercury’s lab years had brought him to the conclusion that the feral fever had been nothing more than rage.
At one time, Mercury had been very close to the animal that his genetics had been altered with. His sense of smell had been off the charts, his ability to run long distances had broken records. Sight, hearing, night vision, scent and taste-he had been exceptional.
Until he’d begun showing shows of feral displacement. Pacing his cage. Growling in irritation, refusing to perform his missions within their proper parameters. And the unknown hormone attached to the adrenaline that flooded his body at those times. Feral fever or displacement the scientists had called it. Jonas preferred to think of it as the call of the wild. All the signs Mercury had exhibited in the labs had been those of an animal going insane in the search for freedom.
But that didn’t explain what was going on now. Or why the hormone was showing itself once again. Unless, somehow Mercury was mating his little paper pusher as Jackal called her.
“Give Merc space, Jonas,” Jackal advised him as they stepped into the heli-jet. “If he’s acting weird, then he deserves it. That man is too damned calm the way it is.”
And Jonas would have agreed with him, until Ely’s report came through. Now he was starting to worry, and worry wasn’t something he liked. He preferred action, decisive forward motion. And in this case, he had a feeling that wasn’t going to help much.
The cabin was too quiet, and she had grown too used to Mercury’s presence. Even before he had been assigned to stay in the cabin with her, he had occasionally come in for a few moments. He had teased her just long enough to leave her wanting more before he left.
She had never been certain where he went, but he had always returned the next morning to escort her back to Sanctuary.
Now she felt a bit lost without him.
There was plenty of work to do. She still had the memory chips she had slipped out of Sanctuary this week, waiting on her to analyze them, to find the discrepancies she had been finding with alarming regularity.
Someone was slipping information from Sanctuary and selling it to a research lab determined to unlock the secret of the age depression that went along with mating heat. Forget figuring out why the mating heat occurred, or developing something to ease the symptoms of it. No, all these people cared about was reversing aging and creating fortunes off the desperation of millions.
It was a nightmare in the making.
And was she working on the chips that contained the information concerning who in Sanctuary could be selling those secrets. Of course she wasn’t. She was pacing her bedroom floor, rubbing her arms against the chill that seemed to seep into the cabin and wondering where Mercury had gone.
As she turned and paced back toward the bed, a scraping at the window had her turning quickly, and staring in shock as the window eased open and Mercury, all six feet four inches of incredible muscle, eased through the opening until he was standing in her bedroom. He closed the window, locked it and reclosed the thick curtains before turning back to her.
“How did you slip past the Breeds patrolling outside?” she asked him in surprise.
He snorted. “You don’t slip past Lawe and Rule. They know I’m here.”
Suddenly, the long, violet gown and robe she wore seemed too heavy, too warm. Where she had been cold moments before, she could feel herself heating.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” she hissed as he stared across the room at her, his amber eyes darker, those little sparks of blue twinkling in them. His expression was somber, his gaze too quiet, and too filled with things she didn’t want to see, because they too closely resembled things she didn’t want to admit she felt herself.
“Never had a man slip into your room?” he asked her as he moved to the door, opened it and checked outside before turning back to her.
He turned the lock and kept his gaze locked on hers as he did so.
“Are you scared?” he asked curiously.
Ria rolled her eyes. “Not hardly. But my original question remains. Why the hell are you sneaking into my bedroom rather than using the door?”
“Maybe I’m trying to romance you?” He arched a brow, and it looked sexy as hell. Too bad she knew better than to believe him.
“Am I now harboring a runaway Breed?” She tilted her head and looked him up and down. “Dane buys me jewels for allowing myself to get involved with his little schemes. What do you have to offer, Mr. Warrant?”
Oh, that smile. Tinted just a bit with a shade of bitterness, but hungry, confident and very much in control.
“Jewels don’t keep you warm at night,” he told her quietly.
And that was only too true. They were hard and cold, and she found little solace in them other than the knowledge that they had the power to restrain Dane. Sometimes.
“And you can?” she asked him.
He moved forward. A step at a time, slow, a confident swagger that had her forcing herself to calm her breathing.
He would be able to keep her warm on the coldest winter night, she thought. He was large enough, tall enough to curl right around her and hold the cold at bay.
“You stomped out today and forgot your duties,” she reminded him, hearing the nervousness in her voice. “Am I supposed to reward you now?”
His eyes gleamed. “I was never far from your side. You just didn’t see me. You can reward me for that if you feel a need to.”
He stopped in front of her, staring down at her with all those hungry shadows in his eyes. She could feel the need growing between them, building. Fighting it didn’t seem to help much, because she wanted to give in so desperately.
“What are you doing here, Mercury?” she sighed, lifting her hands to place them against the black material of his mission shirt. The heavy, conforming fabric was warm from the heat of his body, and he really needed to take it off, she thought irrationally.
“You tried to protect me today,” he said softly. “I don’t think anyone has ever thought to try to lie for me.”
His voice was musing, as though he were trying to figure out why she had done it.
“It wasn’t as much a lie as it seemed,” she said to excuse herself. “I was damned glad to see that camera go.”
“I’m glad I could accommodate you then.” His lips quirked, that hint of amusement clenching her thighs.
“Break security cameras often then?” Her voice had a tremor in it that wasn’t hard to read.
His smile deepened; his exotically lined and tilted eyes took on a sensual, drowsy cast. “Not often,” he admitted.
“Would a person have cause to lie for you often?” She lied for Dane all the time.
“I’m fairly honest.” His voice lowered further. “And as much as those damned ugly skirts of yours turn me on, I don’t need to hide behind them.”
“My skirts aren’t ugly.” They were detestable.
“This is much better.” He reached up and fingered the shoulder of her silky robe. “You look like a princess dressed in that. All that pretty hair flowing down your back. I should be shot for the things I think about doing to you.”
She licked her lips and breathed in roughly.
“Like what?” She almost winced at the question.
It had been a hell of a day, she rationalized. The stress of stealing information from Sanctuary, the risk of knowing she might be caught at any time, and now this. The knowledge that she hadn’t worked fast enough and she was getting entangled in her own emotions.
No. No emotions, she warned herself.
“Like taking the sadness out of your eyes, maybe?” He lowered his head, his lips pressing against her temple. “What goes through that pretty head when your eyes darken like that?”
No emotions. No entanglements.
She was fooling herself. He had charmed her from the first moment she met him, and look at her now. She was melting against him like butter.
“How foolish you were to sneak through the window when the doors work perfectly fine,” she told him breathlessly. “Are all Breed males so complicated?”
“Hmm.” His fingers threaded into the side of her hair, his hand cupping her head, holding her in place. “I just want a nice good-night kiss and then I’ll leave.”
“You don’t have to leave.”
He paused, his lips almost touching hers.
“The spare room,” she rushed to say, feeling her heart racing against her chest, need clawing through her.
His lips quirked. “Just a nice good-night kiss,” he repeated. “Very harmless. I promise.”
Harmless? Like hell!
His lips covered hers with the same destructive results as they had before. She couldn’t think, she didn’t want to think. Her hands lifted, speared into the coarse length of his hair, and she moaned at the pleasure.
Had she ever known a kiss as good, as wicked as Mercury’s? He didn’t just move his lips against hers, he nibbled; he stroked and he licked, and when his tongue finally touched hers, she was so ready for it that she sucked it eagerly into her mouth.
As though she had tripped a hidden switch, both hands gripped her head, holding her still. His lips slanted over hers and skyrockets exploded in her head. She didn’t want this kiss to end. She didn’t want to ever lose this feeling, the taste of him, the feel of him, the certainty that there would never be another kiss to rock through her soul as this one did.
“God, you make a man forget what he came for.” He tore his lips from hers, but he still held her. His large hands cupped her head, his fingers rubbing against her scalp.
“You came for something more than the kiss?” She stared up at him, dazed, needing.
“I need you to promise me something.” He laid his forehead against hers. “Just one little thing.”
“Okay.” Her bling? It was his. Her body? All he had to do was take it.
“No tests,” he said softly. “Promise me, Ria, you won’t let anyone take those samples Ely’s going to demand.”
It took her a moment to process the request, to pull her mind from the visions of his lips devouring her body.
“I had no intention of it,” she finally bit out. “But why ask me? What would it matter?”
“I don’t know.” He shook his head, his gaze turning hard. “I don’t know what’s going on with her, and I don’t want you involved. Promise me. No tests.”
“Fine. I promise.” She pulled away from him before turning back and glaring at him. “Is that what the kiss was all about? To convince me?”
His gaze moved over her slowly, his expression shifting, his eyes darkening.
“No, Ria. That kiss was because I was dying for the taste of you. And if I don’t get the hell out of here, I’m going to take far more than a taste.”
But he wasn’t moving as quickly as she was sure he meant to. His hand reach out again, his fingers tugging at the belt of her robe. The silken belt slithered free, the edge of her robe parting enough to reveal the snug bodice of the gown.
Ria watched, uncertain, breathing roughly, feeling her nipples peak hard and tight against the material covering them.
And he saw it. His eyes darkened to that unique color of hammered gold, and his fingers lifted, the backs of them brushing against the mounds that rose above the princess neckline of the deep purple gown.
“If I taste you here, I won’t leave,” he murmured, lifting his eyes to her. “I’ll keep tasting. And I’ll take you.”
There was a problem with that?