“Was it?” She moved slowly, sitting up, pulling her legs in close to her body as she stared back at him furiously. “Doesn’t any of this seem the least bit odd to you? This isn’t natural.”
“So you said before.” He pushed back the anger at that single word, “animal”.
“Did they drug me?” She shook her head in confusion. “The guy who grabbed me hit me, I know that. Did they drug me?”
She was searching desperately for an excuse. One he couldn’t give her.
“There were no drugs.” He searched the corner of the Jeep for his jeans. “I checked first thing. Whatever happened was natural.”
“This isn’t natural,” she cried out. “I don’t act like that. Not with strangers, with…”
“Animals?” He held back the sneer, barely.
“With anyone,” she snapped back before shaking her head, the smell of her fear growing stronger.
“Take me home. You have to take me back home. Call my father. Now! He’ll come after me.”
“No!” Possessive rage nearly overwhelmed him before he managed to push it back along with the pain of her rejection. “We’re taking you somewhere safe…”
“No! Take me home!”
“No.” The growl that vibrated in his voice shocked her to silence as her eyes widened, her lips parting on a gasp. “Not now. Not yet. Not by God until I can get the smell of your hunger from my head.”
He didn’t understand the rage, the determination to keep her that suddenly welled within him, but he knew if he didn’t get away from her, he was going to take her. Over and over again, the smell of her fear mixing with her lust until it drove him insane.
Jerking the door beside him open, he jumped from the Jeep, his jeans forgotten, the chill of the late October air barely noticeable for the heat climbing in his body. A heat he feared he would never be free of. Just as he would never be free of the animal Amanda saw within him.
* * * * *
“Shit’s hit the fan, amigo.” Simon spoke quietly into the cell phone as Kiowa plunged into the frigid depths of the lake they had parked beside.
Finding the little out-of-the-way place for nature to take its course had been a bitch. Dash sighed wearily.
“How far are you from Alpha site?”
“Good four and a half hours,” he muttered. “We were lucky to get this close. That girl was in sad shape for a while, my friend. Those little moans were killing me. God only knows what it did to him.”
There were few people aware of the exact nature of the mating processes in the Breeds. Callan had imposed a strict code of silence on the few Breeds who had mated so far, hoping to secure a safer environment in world opinion before it leaked out.
Simon was the only non-breed with such information. He had it only because he was a sneaky son of a bitch with a sharper mind than most people when it came to animals. Dash cursed low and viciously.
“Yeah, for all of me too.” Simon grimaced. “Our little pup is presently swimming in frigid waters and his sweet thang is huddled in nothing more than a blanket. What do we do?”
“Get them to Alpha Site,” Dash snapped. “We’re wasting time we f**king don’t have, Simon.”
“Hey, you’re jumping the wrong dude here, ass**le,” Simon growled. “It’s not my dick tied in a knot with a woman hotter than the hounds of hell. Try telling him.”
“Try pulling out now,” he snapped. “You have escorts in position beginning one hour from your location. Move now, goddammit, no matter what.”
“Fuck.” Simon snapped the phone closed.
Major Sinclair was going to keep on; he was going to get his ass kicked.
“So?” Stephanie moved closer, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind as she laid her cheek against his back.
“So, we go,” he sighed. “Let’s hope they got enough, because we gotta trot, baby doll. My guess is, there are hounds baying at our heels and Dash knows it. He was amazingly reserved.” He grimaced at the Major’s curses. “We have escorts an hour from here, so my guess is Feline Cavalry is moving in as insurance.”
“Shit.” She pressed her head tighter against his back.
“Yep. That ‘bout sums it up,” he drawled. “Let’s get the kiddies moving and pray we’re ahead of the bad guys. I really ain’t lookin’ to tangle with government firepower here. That would be a bad thing.”
A very, very bad thing.
Stephanie moved to his side as Kiowa strode naked from the lake, breathing harshly, but the cold water had no effect on the erection straining from his body.
“Simon honey, that man is packed,” Steph remarked with no small amount of feminine interest. “But damned if I think I’d want a piece of it. He looks mean enough to bite.”
Simon snorted. Yep. And he was betting a lot of money Kiowa had bit. Very, very bad.
Chapter Ten
Stay down. Don’t risk being seen. Stay covered.
Definitely stay covered.
Amanda lay on her side, her back to Kiowa as she tried to hug the wheel cover and keep from touching him.
Cold hard reality had almost returned. Enough to realize what had happened and to remember in bleak clarity the hours before when it had all begun. How long had passed? It was nearly three in the morning now, Simon had told Kiowa a bit ago. The lights from the vehicle following them flipped in and out of the back glass, casting odd shadows around her.
Nearly three. It had been just after seven when she had closed her door on the trick-or-treaters. Seven hours. In seven hours her life had changed so drastically she was certain she could never right it again. She shuddered at the thought of it. Not in distaste. She wished it were in distaste, it would make it easier. It would ease the tears that slid silently down her face and the ache that lay heavy in her heart. What had she done? How had it happened? And why was she still being tortured with the need for more?
“How much longer, Simon?” Kiowa snapped from beside her, his voice harsh as he demanded the answer.
“A little over an hour,” Simon answered back. “Callan has one of the new cabins ready. They’re gathering intel now. We should have something when we get there.”
“Sinclair there?” His voice was a raspy growl. He was pissed. Good, so was she.
“He’s flying in with Elizabeth and Cassie now. He should be there just ahead of us.”