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She picked up the secured landline at the side of her bed and stabbed her finger into the button to connect to Command.
“Yes, Coya?” Brim was still there.
“Is comm up?” She was breathing hard, heavy. She felt on the verge of panic. On the verge of rushing back to him and demanding he give her that damned kiss.
“Not yet. We’re still awaiting Del-Rey and Jonas Wyatt from the Bureau of Breed Affairs to go over the diagnostics on the electronics that were found with the hunters. Is anything wrong?”
“I need to see Armani,” she bit out. “Now.”
Silence filled the line for long moments.
“Are you unwell?” His voice was calm, cool. Typical Brim.
“I . . . I’m having an odd reaction to the hormonal therapy.” She swallowed tightly. “Is there any way to contact her?”
He was silent again. Longer this time.
“I can have a team waiting to take you to Haven as soon as I talk to Del-Rey and receive verification to do so. Would you like me to contact him?”
Contact Del-Rey? Her eyes swung to her still-closed door as she swallowed tightly. “No. No.” She shook her head; she was losing her mind. “Forget it.”
She disconnected the line before punching in Sharone’s number.
“Yes, Coya?” Sharone answered warily.
“Get one of the soldiers,” she ordered her. “I need a message out to Armani that I need to see her. Quickly.”
“I can’t,” Sharone answered her regretfully. “Brim contacted me earlier. I can’t take any orders from you that involve anything outside Base, without going through the alpha first.”
Anya turned slowly as the door opened and Del-Rey stood naked, aroused, in the doorway.
“Need to see Armani?” He lifted a brow in amusement.
“Let me know when you’re ready, I’ll take you there myself. I’d like to discuss a few issues concerning your mating heat with her.”
Anya hung up the phone and gaped at him.
Oh Lord. His erection was huge, heavily veined, the crown flared and damp, and the sight of it had her entire body weakening for precious seconds. She had to force strength into her legs. Had to force herself to straighten and jerk her gaze from his cock to his face. And the bastard was smirking.
Standing there, all hard and bronzed flesh, a cock that made her mouth water, and those sexy lips tilted into a half smile. She felt her sex grow more heated, her juices gathering between her thighs.
“It’s none of your business,” she informed him through gritted teeth. “And you do not need to talk to Armani about my body.”
“Of course I do,” he told her, his tone mildly curious. “It’s obvious you need further hormonal treatments to control the mating heat. You were flowing over me like honey on a comb, Anya. I have a few things I have to do first, but I’ll be ready in three hours. Meet me in the community room.”
He stepped back and slammed the door closed as she picked up the wood paperweight on her desk and hurled it at his head.
It bounced off the door, and she knew, knew, she heard his laughter echoing from the other room.
Be ready her ass. She wasn’t going anywhere with that snide, smirking, too damned sexy for her own good Coyote.
Damn him. Let him go by himself.
She pushed her hands into her hair with a snarl of outrage before dragging them through the strands. And it felt too much like that damned dream that wasn’t a dream. Del-Rey’s fingers in her hair, tugging at it, sending sharp, burning little sensations of pleasure racing through her.
She shivered at the remembrance. Oh man, she was in so much trouble here. He was right, she needed to see Armani, because the heat was building again and she had a feeling she couldn’t control it this time.
It had changed. It was insidious, growing by small measures, burning inside her when she least expected it and leaving her aching for his touch, even though she knew the culmination of that touch was cold, lonely emptiness.
