Her Fierce Warrior (X-Ops #4)(34)

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him closer. She  wanted him to see the pleasure he was giving her, and she wanted to see  his in return.

Somehow, he knew exactly when the waves of ecstasy hit her. She knew  because he started thrusting even harder. If she'd thought the cresting  wave was going to be powerful before, it was nothing compared to what it  felt like washing over her as Angelo took her completely. She made a  feline yowl as she went crazy under him, and when the bliss became too  intense, she buried her face in his strong neck and screamed his name.  Then, just as she was coming down from the heavens, she felt him thrust  deep and stay there, letting out a hoarse groan as he found his release  inside her.

Minka cried a little then, her face hidden in his neck. There could not  be anything more beautiful in the whole world than this … and Angelo had  just given it to her.

It was not until well after her orgasm and after Angelo had rolled  beside her and pulled her into his arms that she realized her eyes had  changed during the most intense heights of her pleasure. She knew  because everything around her was now bright in the dim light.

She bolted upright, making Angelo groan.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She couldn't look at him. "My eyes changed. Oh God, I'm so sorry."

He sat up beside her, gently cupping her cheek and turning her face to his. "Why would you be sorry about something like that?"

Minka tried to look away again, but he held her still. "Because it must  have been uncomfortable for you. Seeing my eyes go red like that … in the  middle of what we were doing."

He chuckled. "They didn't turn red. They glowed green-the most amazing, brilliant green I've ever seen."

Green. Like a shifter's eyes. Not like a hybrid's. "It didn't make me look … ugly?"                       
       
           



       

"God no," he said. "It made you look even more beautiful."

Minka sighed with relief. If Angelo said they made her look beautiful, then they did. He would never lie to her.

She smiled. "I can't imagine ever getting tired of hearing you say that."

Angelo laughed again, a warm, soft sound that made her feel good all  over. Then he leaned in close to her ear. "Good. Because I'm never going  to get tired of saying it. You're beautiful."

He said it again … and again … and again. Then he kissed her, and she knew her amazing day was not over yet.





Chapter 11


"What are you so happy about?" Landon asked.

Angelo gave him a sidelong glance as they walked down the hallway to  John's office. The director had called Landon a few minutes ago, saying  he wanted to meet with them. John hadn't said what it was about, but  after last night, Angelo sure as hell hoped it was to tell him that they  needed him to hang around for a few more weeks-or longer.

"Who says I'm happy about anything?" Angelo asked, trying to conceal the  smile he knew had been pasted on his face since he'd woken up that  morning exhausted but frigging stoked as all hell.

Landon looked at his wife, who was walking between him and Angelo. "You were right, weren't you?"

Ivy laughed. "Yeah, I was."

"Right about what?" Angelo asked.

She glanced at him. "That you and Minka spent the night together."

Angelo stopped walking. Ivy and Landon stopped, too.

"How did you-?" he began.

"How did I know?" Ivy smiled. "Well, the silly grin you're wearing was  the first clue. But the dead giveaway is the fact that you have her  scent all over you-and she's covered in yours. I got a good sniff of her  in the cafeteria. It's obvious what you two were up to last night. You  probably should have showered this morning. By now, every shifter in the  DCO knows you two are sleeping together."

Angelo groaned as he started walking again-not in embarrassment but  because he and Minka had showered this morning. Unfortunately, they'd  decided to shower together, which had led to a quickie right there in  the bathroom. After that, they'd been running a little late, so they  hadn't been able to get cleaned up again before they left.

He smiled to himself. Last night had been beyond amazing. What Minka  lacked in experience, she more than made up for in passion. He'd never  been with a woman like her in his life. He only prayed they got to spend  a lot more time together.

"You might want to wipe that goofy grin off your face before we go in to  see John," Landon said as they neared the director's office. "He'll  probably think you're on something."

"I think he looks good with a smile." Ivy glanced at her husband as they  walked into John's office. "You should try it sometime."

John's secretary looked up from her computer as they walked in. Older,  with graying hair and reading glasses perched on her nose, she reminded  Angelo of his teacher in the third grade.

"Hey, Olivia," Ivy said. "John have you out here full-time now?"

Olivia nodded. "Most of the time. He's been spending more time out here  at the complex lately, so it makes sense. I certainly don't mind. Cuts  my commute time by half." She motioned toward the closed door that led  to John's office. "He's waiting for you. And he's not alone."

Angelo didn't like the way the woman darted a disdainful glance at the  door as she said the words. She obviously didn't think much of whoever  was in there with her boss. He glanced at Landon and saw his friend  mouth Dick.

Coleman was definitely with John, but there was a sharp-dressed  middle-aged man there, too. Angelo didn't know who the man was, but he  recognized a shark when he saw one. That probably meant the guy was a  lawyer, a powerful CEO, or a politician.

John glanced at the man. "Thomas, you remember Agents Halliwell and Donovan."

"Of course. They made quite an impression." The man moved forward to shake hands with Ivy and Landon. "Nice seeing you again."

Then he turned to Angelo and offered his hand. The guy had a firm grip  and looked him straight in the eye. People said a handshake could tell  you something about a man's character, but in Angelo's experience, it  could just as likely mean the guy was really good at playing people.

"And you must be Sergeant Rios. I'm Thomas Thorn, one of the members of  the Committee that provides oversight to the DCO. It's a privilege to  meet you. John and Dick have been telling me about you. You did an  outstanding job of getting the hybrid back here so quickly."                       
       
           



       

The way the man had said hybrid, as if Minka were some kind of thing  that wasn't even worth having a name, got under Angelo's skin. Combined  with the way Thorn had dropped that little hint about him being in  charge of the DCO, it told Angelo he wasn't going to get along with the  man.

"Let's sit," John said, gesturing to the small conference table that  occupied one side of his office. "We have quite a bit to talk about."

Angelo pulled out the chair beside Landon, already sure he wasn't going to like where this was going.

"I'll get right to the point," Thorn said after they were all seated.  "Dick told me he spoke with the hybrid and that she was able to  positively identify the men holding her in southern Tajikistan as Johan  Klaus and Jean Renard, the doctors we've been trying to find for almost a  year. The way she described the facility has us thinking it's  permanent."

"The Committee believes the hybrid represents our best chance of finally  catching Klaus and Renard, and they want to send in a team  immediately," Coleman added. "They want the doctors brought back alive."

Angelo's gut twisted. Oh yeah, he definitely didn't like where this was going.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Dick, but I thought Minka was unaware of the  facility's exact location," John said. "She's not even sure how long she  wandered before Sergeant Rios found her."

Coleman nodded. "Minka can't. But she told me the hybrid inside her has  access to memories she doesn't. We think it can tell us. We just have to  get her to let it out."

Angelo frowned. "That isn't going to work. Even if she was willing to  give up control to the thing inside her, it's an animal. It's not going  to draw you a map to where these doctors are, no matter how nicely you  ask."

"We're aware of that," Thorn said. "But if we could put the hybrid on  the ground in the general area of the facility, it could likely lead our  team in from there."

Angelo jumped to his feet so fast he practically knocked over his chair.  He leaned across the table to get in Thorn's face. "The hybrid has a  name-it's Minka Pajari. She barely survived what those doctors did to  her the first time. There's no way in hell I'm going to let you send her  back there on the off chance she might be able to find those psychos."