engineered clones? Give me some credit for intelligence.”
He grimaced. “I’m sorry. But Rhoan needs to be checked. We can’t take him to a hospital here because we can’t be certain how far this thing extends. You can’t take him to the Directorate for the same reason. So our next best option would be to take one of my private planes to my labs in Sydney and have him checked there. Besides, Melbourne is not a safe place for you to be if they’re trying to get rid of everyone involved in this investigation.”
“I’m not involved. I’m just rescuing Rhoan.”
“That shooter makes you involved, whether you want to be or not.”
A gate to the right of us creaked open. I looked sideways. A brown-skinned man appeared, the hunger in him thick and sharp. A werecreature of some kind, though he didn’t feel like a wolf
“He’s wearing a guard’s uniform,” I noted softly, looking back at Quinn. “Could be the opportunity we want.”
“Could be.” He reached into the glove box and withdrew some thick tape. He tore off two pieces and handed them to me. “You think you can get him through those gates and keep him distracted long enough for me to get in there?”
I stuck the tape to my palm. “I’ll try. Make sure you drive off like a rejected customer.”
He nodded. “Once we get Rhoan, we’ll take him straight to Essendon airport. I have a plane there that could be ready in the hour.”
He seemed pretty damn determined to get Rhoan to Sydney, and that only made me more convinced it was better to do the exact opposite. I didn’t answer and pushed away from the car. Quinn planted his foot and the car took off with a squeal of rubber
I strolled leisurely toward the guard. He was tall, broadly built, and muscular—very desirable, until you looked into his eyes. They were brown, and held no humanity at all. Just hunger and death
The heat of his aura hit me a heartbeat later. The moon heat surged in response, leaving me breathless, hot, yet very uneasy. There was an undercurrent of brutality in what he was projecting, and I very much suspected that sex with this man would not be pleasant… maybe not even survivable
“Are you werecreature?” The guard’s voice was gruff with the urgency I could feel vibrating through him
“My mother was wolf.”
His gaze slithered downward, coming to an abrupt halt where my nipples poked through the shirt. “That explains the heat I feel from you.”
I shrugged. “If you hunger, there’s a cost.”
He smirked. “How about we do a deal?”
I raised an eyebrow. “What sort of deal?”
“I won’t report your activities here to the cops and, in return, you mate with me and my buddy.”
Christ, there were two of them. Just what I needed with the moon burning in the night sky
I pursed my lips, pretending to consider the proposal. After a moment, I said, “Not here. Is there somewhere more… intimate we could go?”
He grinned, gave the camera a thumbs-up, then motioned me to follow him. As I walked through the first gate, I slid a piece of the tape across the magnetic lock. A second later, the guard caught my hand and pulled me roughly toward him. My heart started hammering and I barely resisted the instinct to deck him. But only because the surge of his desire suggested his actions were born of hunger rather than suspicion
He pressed me close. His body felt on fire, and, like the Gautier clones, he smelled faintly of mint and musk and freshly turned earth. Did that mean he, too, was a clone? Or was he something else completely different? Perhaps another of those lab-bred crosses?
The waves of his aura were blasting me with hot desire, hardening my nipples to the point of pain and making my pulse race—all physical signs of a response I didn’t feel inside. But I couldn’t let that reluctance show. I had to make him believe I was as eager as he or there’d be trouble
He pressed a hand into my back, his fingers sliding down my spine, his touch hot yet sending chills skating across my skin. His breathing was rapid, fanning my cheek with foulness
“You feel good, wolf.”
I forced a smile and pressed my groin against the thickness of his erection. “As do you,” I purred. It wasn’t a lie. I was a wolf, the moon was in bloom, and the need to mate was rising. The heat of him pressed against me did feel good—even if the rest of his packaging made me want to throw up
His mouth came down to mine and it felt like I was kissing death itself. His hand slid under the skirt and began fondling my rear. I shuddered, partly in pleasure, partly in pain. His touch made me eager, yet it also bruised
When his fat fingers tried to slide farther, I pulled away and placed a hand on his chest. “Not here. Inside, out of the cold.”
His grin was full of hungry anticipation. He caught my arm, pulling me roughly forward. I managed to slide the tape across the second gate and hoped like hell it worked. I could handle one man with no problems, but I very much suspected I might not be able to handle the blast of two hungry auras—not for long, anyway
We approached the guardhouse, and the aura of the second werecreature hit. It felt like I was drowning in a sea of lust, one that had my blood surging even though the sane part of me quailed at the thought of mating with those two sickos
Not that I intended letting the charade go that far. Unlike my brother, I was telepathic, and I could use that power to protect myself just as well as I could use my fists. And in cases like this, telepathy was the far better weapon
The first guard opened the door and ushered me inside. The room was small, containing little more than monitors, chairs, and a phone. The second guard was the exact duplicate of the first—brown on evil brown. And like the first guard, there was something base, something corrupt, in the energy he was projecting
He rose, expectation shining in his eyes as he hitched the waist of his pants and gave me the once-over. I obviously met with his approval, because his eagerness burned the air
The first guard reached for me, something I felt rather than saw. I spun out of the way, covering the movement by catching his hand and pressing it against one breast. His fingers caught my nipple, squeezing hard
I ignored the pain and forced a smile. “Hadn’t you better ensure we’re not disturbed first?”
The second guard reached for the phone. I pushed the first man backward. “Strip.”
He grinned and quickly obeyed. I looked down, and felt the blood rush from my face. His cock wasn’t only thick, it was barbed, in the same way that a cat’s is barbed. He’d tear me apart if he got inside
He stepped toward me and I pressed my hand against his chest again. “Wait for your friend.” I kept my voice to a low purr. “It’s more fun when there are two.”
The second man made a strange sound in the back of his throat and hurriedly completed the call, telling whoever it was on the other end they were going on patrol and wouldn’t be back for half an hour
I ordered the second man to strip when he’d finished his call and lowered my shields a little
Their hunger hit like a club, and I found myself fighting a lust stronger than I’d ever felt before. But behind the hunger came the excited buzz of their thoughts. These two weren’t shielded, weren’t psychic, and were very easy prey. I took a deep breath, then lowered my shields completely, and surged into their minds. Made each one look at the other and believe he saw me
They fell into each other’s arms and began to mate. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see it, hating what I was doing even though it was a far better option than letting either of them touch me
The door crashed open. I spun, fists clenched, ready to confront whoever it was. Only it was Quinn. His gaze met mine, and the relief so evident there stirred me in ways I’d never thought possible. Then his gaze swiveled toward the two on the floor
“Interesting way of dealing with the problem.” His voice was flat, yet I saw the muscle in his jaw jump, as if he was battling not to laugh
“Better than letting them touch me. Their penises were barbed.”
“That would suggest werecats.”
I nodded. “If their smell is anything to go by, these two came from labs, not nature.” I crossed my arms and tried to ignore the sounds of their mating. The tremors of desire running through me were growing sharper. I wasn’t
