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Glancing at the three men, the only thing that eased the dangerous rising possessive- ness was the fact that each of them seemed completely unaware of Liza as anything oth- er than his mate, despite the less than nor- mal strength of the mating scent.
Strangely, Mutt, being his normal glower- ing self, was in the best mood of the three.
"Wow, we"re having a party today," Liza observed mockingly as she too, obviously, noticed the lack of a genial mood.
"No kidding," Mutt grumbled. "It"s sure as h.e.l.l not been the Fourth of f.u.c.king July for the past
twenty-four.
hours.
I.
swear they"re"-he jerked his head toward Flint and Dog-"gonna start depressin" me soon." His deliberate country drawl had just the right amount of tw.a.n.g at the exact slow, deliberate speed needed to pull off the backwoods accent.
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was actually so well spoken that detecting any sort of accent was usually impossible.
"What gives?" Stygian asked as they all entered the elevator, automatically placing Liza protectively between the four of them in the center of the cubicle.
"What gives is being stuck in this d.a.m.ned town babysitting," Dog growled irritably, crossing his arms over his wide chest. "I"d rather be out hunting."
"Hunting what?" Flint growled. "Even the natural prey is staying hidden. As if they would be in any f.u.c.king danger anyway.
These three just enjoy the chase. Give them the chance to kill and they lose all interest."
"Yeah, at least our chase is actually the hunting kind. Not many of us are into out- running them," Mutt grunted. "You"re strange, Flint."
"Give me a break," Liza muttered. "You"re all strange."
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"Lady, you"re a pain in the a.s.s-both you and your friend," Dog growled, obviously talking about Claire. "That little h.e.l.lion is going to drive me crazy."
The lack of any animosity toward Liza had Stygian rolling his eyes rather than threaten- ing to tear Dog"s head off. It was d.a.m.ned rare to see Dog reacting to anything in any manner other than mocking or sarcastic. The fact that Dog was so irate over a woman had him wondering if the Coyote- "I"d kill myself before mating with that little harridan," Dog snarled as Stygian in- haled deeply. "So stop looking for the d.a.m.ned scent. It"s flat-out not happening."
Flint snickered while Stygian shook his head. Claire would be happy to know that so far, the mating scent wasn"t detectable. That didn"t mean it would stay that way, though.
"I think this sparring session is just what we all need," Mutt growled as the elevator doors swung open, depositing them in the 593/862.
private gym Jonas had arranged in one of the conference rooms on the ground floor. "I could handle kicking your a.s.ses to h.e.l.l and back. Might make all this enforced indoor boredom actually worth it."
"You"re going to spar?" Complete disbelief filled her voice as she moved to face Stygian.
"You brought me down here so I could watch the four of you spar?"
Staring into the narrowed gaze of his mate, Stygian suddenly felt more defensive than he liked. And he found he sure as h.e.l.l didn"t like being defensive in front of Liza.
"No, I brought you down here so you could do that work you were b.i.t.c.hing about while I spar," he growled, hiding his confusion at the scent of-envy?
She was envious?
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deny being a part of it, despite the reports they received that both women were. They wouldn"t be officially inducted until their training was complete.
"And obviously, to fight off the hornies."
Dog"s mocking smile was back. "What happened to mating heat, Stygian? You should be sparring with your mate in the bed, not your buddies in the gym." He chuckled at what he considered a joke.
"Shut the f.u.c.k up, Dog," Stygian ordered, glaring back at him.
The son of a b.i.t.c.h was right too, and that just p.i.s.sed Stygian off even more.
"What he should be doing is leaving me alone in our suite to work instead of drag- ging me down here to watch a bunch of over- grown little boys wrestle," Liza snapped, the sudden scent of her anger spilling from her like honeysuckle in the spring.
What the h.e.l.l had finally managed to p.i.s.s her off anyway?
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If only it were her l.u.s.t scenting the room so sweetly. If it were, he wouldn"t have to spar with these yahoos.
"Stygian, why don"t you just help your little honey find herself a place to work," Dog suggested with a hard smile.
"Preferably a place where she can watch us kick your a.s.s," Mutt agreed with his best smile, which was actually a h.e.l.l of a scowl.
Mutt would have made a h.e.l.l of a poster boy for the Coyote bogeyman. Stygian had no doubt mothers frightened their children into good behavior with a similar visage of what could get them in the dark if they didn"t behave.
"Yeah, why don"t you just do that, Stygi- an," Liza agreed with a mocking smile. "So I can watch the four of you pound on each oth- er like idiots."
Turning back to her, brow arched suggest- ively, Stygian let her know exactly why they were there.
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Silently.
His gaze locked with hers.
He was going to pound on these three like an idiot, or he was going to end up f.u.c.king them both blind in that suite upstairs.
It was her choice.
Liza didn"t have to be a Breed, she didn"t have to have an incredible sense of smell to detect the l.u.s.t fueling his gaze. It was there, burning like a neon blue flame in his black eyes.
She"d known he was aroused, known he"d wanted her in the past two days, but she hadn"t known it was burning as bright or as hot as it was. As bright or as hot as she had each time she allowed herself to pull back from the job she was determined to finish first.
Turning on her heel, she stalked across the gym as she attempted to push back her own responding hunger.
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She couldn"t go there right now. She couldn"t deal with the need that existed between them, with the hunger that tormen- ted her whenever she allowed herself to for- get the fact that she wasn"t who she had be- lieved she was for so many years.
She was accepting it, but it wasn"t easy.
She should have been suspicious before the Breeds ever arrived, and she probably would have been if it hadn"t been for the dreams that had pulled her back from those realizations.
Dreams she had allowed...no, dreams she had forced herself to push to the back of her mind when she awoke. Dreams she refused to allow herself to dwell on. Dreams that ex- isted to fill her with fear and dread and caused her to follow the path to that other place, just outside reality, where no emotion, no dread and no fear and certainly no truth, could touch her.
A path she had found in a dream.
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A dream where she had shown herself a way to escape.
I go here, she had told herself in the dream. I hide here, because I don"t like the world. Because it"s frightening and harsh and I just want to get away from it. You can go there too. You can hide in my place, because I don"t need it any longer.
Why had it taken her so long to remember?
Moving into the small part.i.tioned area set up evidently for those not interested in par- taking of the men"s antics, Liza sat down slowly on the surprisingly comfortable sofa that faced the gym.
Placing the laptop on the coffee table, she wiped her hands over her face before push- ing her fingers through her hair and breath- ing out roughly.
That path to that non-real place was closed to her now. It had been closed to her since the night Stygian had made love to her.
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Or mated her.
But the dreams were still there, and this time, the dreams weren"t evading her memory once she awoke.
"G.o.d, this is so crazy."
Lifting her head, she stared out at the gym, watching with a sense of envy as the four men were indeed pounding each other into the mats.
h.e.l.l, she hadn"t even known this room was here. If she had, she would have called Claire and asked her to join her. They could have invited Ashley and Emma-.
Her lips twisted mockingly. Perhaps she wouldn"t have. They obviously knew the room existed and hadn"t suggested it the few times she had talked to them.
But, if she had, maybe she wouldn"t have had the chance to watch the spectacle she was watching now.
Flint came at Stygian with a hard flying kick, catching his powerful shoulder and 600/862.
doing no more than kicking him back. Grip- ping Flint"s ankle, Stygian twisted it, hard.
The other man flipped midair, following the direction that could have twisted his ankle from his leg before jerking free.
Coming to a crouch, Flint barely managed to jump out of the way as Stygian threw a hard side kick his way. Without giving the other Breed a chance to recover, Stygian was at him again.
A hard jab to the jaw jerked Flint"s head back even as he delivered another into the younger Breed"s hard, muscle-packed abdomen.
Flint went back. Barely catching himself, he managed to recover and send a hard jab to the side of Stygian"s face.
The sound of fist meeting flesh and bone caused Liza to wince despite the fascination she was feeling.
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was so swollen she was suddenly, heatedly, all too aware of the fact that it had been more than forty-eight hours since he had last touched her.
Since he had last kissed her.
And his kiss was simply...delicious.
It tasted just a little bit like cinnamon candy, coffee and chocolate. She loved cinna- mon candy, coffee and chocolate, especially when she tasted it in his kiss.
Pressing her thighs together, she reminded herself she really didn"t have time to con- sider his kiss right now. Or his touch. Or the way the tip of his tongue did that little swirly thing around her c.l.i.t.
She couldn"t consider the pleasure right now, or how much she had missed it. She definitely didn"t want to consider how good it would feel to have him moving over her, moving inside her.
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sensual, so incredibly erotic when combined with the memory of his kiss that she swore the hunger clenching her womb would make her crazy.
She wanted him now.
Ached for him now.
And he was too busy sparring with his buddies to even care.
She was ready to roll her eyes at herself at this point.
Jerking the laptop open and pulling up the Navajo Remote Database, Liza reminded herself that she was the one that couldn"t handle her own life at the moment. Stygian hadn"t asked her to allow the confusion and fear building inside her to come between them.
She had done that herself.
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town a few years before. She"d been in charge of raising the money, and they"d completed raising the funds several months before for the expansion as well as additional com- puters for the after-school tutoring program.
She was halfway through the file when the odd flick of the screen she"d been experien- cing for the past several weeks happened again. Frowning, she scrolled lower, wonder- ing why her father hadn"t been able to fix it while he"d had the laptop the week before. As it flickered again, she made the ultimate mis- take of lifting her gaze and allowing the sparring session in the gym to catch her attention again.