“I think I need that extra, added little push into insanity,” he told her far too seriously. “Shall we try it and see if it works?”
Her lips parted as she felt the disbelief suddenly covering her expression. She couldn’t believe him. She couldn’t control him.
His lips quirked with a hint of amusement as he watched her intently, his eyes appearing even bluer, more electric than before.
“The next time you need a hot little necking session, don’t expect to get away so easily,” he warned her. “The next time, you’re going to be on your knees with my dick working between your lips in exchange for all my restraint. You can stay a virgin as long as you think you have to, but if you want to play, then you can share the pleasure. Because I fully intend to have my tongue buried in all that sweet cream filling your pussy.”
That cream spilled copiously between her thighs, her vagina tightened with a hard clench of need and she swore her clit nearly exploded in climax.
His eyes darkened. “Get in that Jeep and get the fuck away from me, Gypsy,” he suddenly growled, his tone darker now, warning. “You have about ten seconds before I rip those shorts off your body and sit you firmly on my face. When I’ve eaten you until your taste has me crazy to fuck, then I’m going to do just that. Fuck you. Right here, in the middle of the fucking desert . . .”
She ran.
Heart pounding, adrenaline coursing through her because she wanted it with a power that sent terror racing through her. It was all she could do not to strip for him, not to go to her knees and beg him to take her mouth.
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Dust flew as Gypsy reversed the Jeep before turning the wheel and speeding away from him even faster than she’d come speeding to him.
Propping his hands on his hips, he watched the vehicle as it disappeared around the curve of the highway seconds later, then blew out a hard, miserable breath.
Son of a bitch, his dick was stiffer than a poker, his balls so tight they felt knotted.
“Remind me to stay the hell away from the two of you when you get started.” It was Dog who growled the words out.
Rule swung around to watch as the Coyote moved from the small rise of stones across from the Dragoon.
“I told you to leave,” he growled, frowning back at the Coyote.
“You should have clarified,” Dog breathed out roughly. “Damn, Breaker, you get any hotter with that woman and I’m going to think you’re mating her or something.”
Rule chuckled at the thought. “Not even the first sign of Mating Heat,” he crowed.
Satisfaction wasn’t filling him, though, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to delve into that sudden tightening of his chest and the flash of something that felt decidedly regretful. Definitely angry.
Dog shook his head, his look thoughtful as he stared toward the direction Gypsy had disappeared before giving Rule another long, steady look. He shook his head, leaning against the side of the Dragoon. “So, are we going to discuss this little machination you have going on here or are you just going to keep winging it all on your own?”
Rule had to grin at the question. It didn’t surprise him that Dog was suspicious. The Coyote had come out of the test tube suspicious, Jonas often accused. But Rule shook his head all the same.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Dog,” he claimed. “Since when does a Breed have to be up to something just because he’s determined to seduce a pretty lady?”
It was more, something whispered inside him. So much more.