Rule Breaker(140)

            Dammit, she hadn’t even had a shower yet. After he’d taken her, after that “something” had locked inside her and sent her spiraling into a complete rapturous meltdown, she hadn’t even had the energy to keep her eyes open, let alone drag her ass out of the bed to shower.

            Damn him.

            “Dammit, let me the fuck go.” She rammed her elbow into his side with enough force to bring him instantly awake.

            “What?” the grouch grumbled, his arm tightening around her.

            “Get your damned leg off me, Rule,” she snapped, infuriated. “I have to get out of this bed now.”

            “Why?” He snuggled sleepily against her back, which only pissed her off further.

            “I don’t need a damned body cuff,” she informed him furiously as she struggled against him. “Now let me the hell go so I can go to the bathroom.”

            A grumbling little growl vibrated in his throat, but thankfully, he released her, albeit slowly.

            “Hurry,” he mumbled, burying his head in her pillow as she glanced back at him.

            Irritation surged inside her. He had just completely fucked up her entire life and all he wanted to do was sleep?

            “Yeah, I’ll get right on that, asshole,” she muttered with a silent snort before heading quickly to the bathroom.

            She could smell him all over her. That man-and-midnight-storm scent with a hint of peppermint and chocolate. Hell, she was starting to crave chocolate because of him.

            She really needed to convince herself she hated him. That was what she needed to do. Maybe then that mating hormone stuff would just go away and leave her alone. Because right now, it was making its presence known by sensitizing her clit and the inner muscles of her sex in a way that was highly distracting.

            She had things to do today. She didn’t have time to lie around in bed with a crazy Breed.

            He had to be crazed. What other explanation could there be for him jumping away from her as though she were diseased two nights before, then spending two days canvassing the Navajo Nation in his search for her.

            Crazy-ass, that was what he was.

            And those eyes.

            As she flipped on the shower and adjusted the temperature, a shiver raced through her at the memory of his eyes. The whites hadn’t existed. His entire eye had turned blue with the exception of the black, center pupil. Like a lion. Like a predator.

            It was damned sexy . . . no, it wasn’t sexy, it was damned freaky, she amended furiously.

            Collecting the items needed for her shower, she stepped beneath the stinging spray, lowered her head and let the water beat down on her.

            She wanted to cry now. She hadn’t cried in nine years, and she wasn’t going to start now because it sure as hell wouldn’t help. It didn’t solve anything. It would just make her head hurt. And the last thing she needed was another headache. The man lying in the bed in the other room was enough headache for any woman.

            Washing her hair quickly before conditioning the long mass of dark brown strands, Gypsy tried to keep her mind off the ache her body was turning into, and on the rest of the day instead.

            It was late afternoon.

            She had a meeting scheduled with her parents at their home office regarding that stupid contract they were signing with the Bureau of Breed Affairs. Jonas had announced that the new office would be opening but had held back the news that an assistant director and several liaisons had already been appointed.

            That announcement was supposed to come after the initial phase of introducing Rule, Malachi and Stygian to the business community in the tri-county area had been accomplished.