That was it.
Del-Rey’s hand snapped out, wrapped around Brim’s throat and applied just enough pressure to assure the other man he was dead serious now.
Brim’s gaze flickered.
“We haven’t fought since you were fifteen years old and you decided you could take me and the alpha position in my pack. Do you want to try me again?”
Brim stared back at him for long, tense moments before he sighed. “I swore loyalty to you. I won’t go back on it.”
Del-Rey’s gripped slackened. “Don’t get between me and Anya, Brim. I swore when we returned I’d deal more fairly with her. Accept that, and let’s put this behind us.”
“When she accepts it.” Brim shrugged. “Until then, you’re stuck with my shit.”
Del-Rey almost grinned before shaking his head at the mess he had made for himself.
“I’m going to take my coya to her room. You will tell her bodyguards, you will inform every soldier in this base, that any order she gives that would give her access outside this base is to go through me first. Are we understood?”
Brim grimaced. “Wrong move.”
“Are we understood?” he repeated.
“Of course, Alpha Delgado,” Brim finally replied mockingly. “I understand English very well.”
Mocking son of a bitch Coyote, Del-Rey thought fondly.
“We brought back a prisoner,” he told Brim then. “He needs transport to Haven. We haven’t finished the detainment cells here yet and I don’t want to risk him escaping. See if you can find some secure communication with Haven and let them know that we’re bringing him in. Tell them I want to be involved in the interrogation.”
Brim nodded and turned away to do that as Del-Rey moved toward the lounge. The door was closed; the interior was sound-proofed for meetings when needed, that was the reason he hadn’t caught her scent when he stepped into Command.
She was curled into the corner of the couch sleeping. A small blanket was wrapped around her, and she appeared chilled. He wondered if she got as cold as he sometimes did. There were nights the cold went clear to his bones, the need to wrap himself around her warmth eating at his insides.
It wasn’t all sexual. He’d had six years to form the bond he had with this woman, letting it go was impossible.
He should have known when he first realized he was claiming her for his own that games wouldn’t work with her. She was too damned sharp, and too easily hurt by them. She didn’t see the cunning manipulations as he did. She didn’t play those games that other women caught on to so easily. She, quite simply, was just Anya. Unlike any other woman, unlike anything he had known in his entire life.
He moved to the couch and hunkered in front of her, staring into her sleeping face. Hell, she looked sixteen rather than twenty-two. Her looks hadn’t changed much in the years since he had first met her. She still had that innocent curve to her soft lips, that impish tilt to her red gold brows.
She liked to tease, and she liked to play. Sharone had sent video after video of his mate over the months. Catching her in a snowball fight with Ashley, recordings of the three women sparring in the gym as they trained her to fight. She laughed with them. She used to try to laugh with him.
Hell, Brim should have shot him as soon as he realized what Del-Rey was doing. He’d have deserved it.
Moving carefully, he slid his arms beneath her knees and around her back before lifting her against his chest. She’d had coffee; if she woke up, she was going to go ballistic on him. He hoped she slept for a while longer. A whole lot longer, if he was lucky. But she wasn’t sleeping on this couch in the command lounge. She had a bed. Two actually, his and hers. If she needed to sleep, then she could do so in comfort.
As he moved from the lounge, she cuddled closer, her cold little nose burying itself against his neck as a little shiver worked over her.
She was cold. A surge of possessiveness shot through him at the realization. The caverns weren’t cold. They were a comfortable seventy-one degrees almost all year long. If by chance any part of them grew chillier, then there were heating units in place to take care of that.
He held her closer as he moved through the stone- and steel-reinforced tunnels to their quarters. Her bed had been turned down for her, he knew, the lights left low, but he was damned if he wanted to put her in her own bed.
He wondered if it were possible that she would sleep through him putting her in his bed. He was more than willing to leave her dressed, though he wasn’t as sacrificing where his own clothes were concerned. Tucking her against his naked body would tickle the hell out of him.
It was worth trying. Better to fight it out with her now than to try to seduce her there in a week or so. Maybe he just needed to put his foot down a bit. He’d never done that with her. Never given her boundaries other than that of not allowing her father on Haven or Base without his presence.
She had simply forgone seeing her family rather than do it in front of him.
He frowned darkly as he entered his own room.
Or had she forgone seeing them?
He glanced down at her. Dammit, he had stated she couldn’t see them at Haven or on Base without his presence. He was betting money she had seen them somewhere else. Why the hell hadn’t he considered that loophole? Anya would not have gone this long without seeing her family, even if it meant dealing with him.
Cunning, conniving little imp. How had he been so wrong about her? And he knew clearly that he obviously was. Anya was stubborn as hell, but she loved her family with a devotion he was frankly jealous of.
He knew clear to the bottom of his gut that she had met them somewhere else. No doubt with her bodyguards’ full endorsement. He was going to have to do something about the damned women running roughshod over him on his own base. His coya. That flighty little genius Ashley that so loved playing the dumb blonde. The too quirky Sharone and the quiet, manipulating little Emma. Hell, he hoped the Felines managed to temper some of that shit in the younger twins they were fostering.
Shaking his head, he settled his mate carefully on his own turned-down bed and eased the little blanket she had tried to use for warmth away from her as he lifted the sheet and comforter over her. He didn’t bother with the lights. He stripped to his skin, slid in beside her and eased her into his arms.
He almost groaned at the warmth of her body against his own chilled flesh. The way she settled in against him, mumbling, grumbling a bit with charming feminine irritation until she was as close to him as she could get, her nose buried against his shoulder, her rounded body tucked into his until he could feel her warmth seeping into him.