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“You’re pushing your limit.”
“Oh, I have a limit?” Eyes wide in false innocence, she stared back at him as though she had never imagined such a thing. “Why, Stygian, you should have let me know before now.”
“What I should have done was bend you over that fucking bed and paddled your ass before fucking you into a better frame of mind,” he growled as he released her.
Before she could let loose with a scathing comeback, he was out of the vehicle and striding around the vehicle to her door.
She would have unleashed the heated comments that flashed across her mind if they weren’t wiped completely away by the sight of him stalking, in a purely predatory way, his head high, shoulders back, chest as wide as hell, as he came along the passenger side of the vehicle. The sight of his erection bulging in his jeans as the wind whipped the loose cotton shirt close to his body threatened to take her breath.
Her mouth went dry, then began to moisten just as quickly as her pussy began creaming in need of him.
Oh hell, oh hell, oh hell.
Her door was jerked open.
Stygian’s lips parted as though to say something more before his nostrils flared and his eyes seemed to glaze in lust for the barest moment.
A muttered curse left his lips as Liza stepped from the vehicle and tossed him a tight, satisfied smile. At least she wasn’t the only one left aching with such misery.
She hoped it hurt him.
She hoped his balls actually ached with the need to come.
“We’re definitely going to discuss this later,” he warned her as he took her arm and led her through the wide glass doors of Council headquarters.
“Sure we will,” she muttered. “I’m going home tonight. I refuse to be locked in a tiny hotel room with you ever again.”
“We’ll have a suite tonight,” he assured her. “That room was only temporary.”
“Not happening.” Jerking her arm from his grip, she turned and flashed her badge at the security guard on duty before Stygian did the same.
“The hell it isn’t. Haven’t you seen yet that your home isn’t secure, Liza?”
“I’ve seen that unless I lock myself in a box I’ll never be safe again.” She didn’t like the surge of fear that raced through her at the knowledge.
“That’s not necessarily true,” he assured her as he led her to the bank of elevators.
“Isn’t it?” Suddenly, a sense of weariness overshadowed the anger. “Come on, Stygian, you know it’s true. Once the Genetics Council targets a victim, they disappear, one way or the other. That, or they’ve ended up married to a Breed and placed behind the walls of Sanctuary or Haven. They don’t have little brick houses with white picket fences—”
“Not true.” The elevator opened, empty for a change, and they stepped inside. “There are several couples living in residential America. Adapting isn’t always necessary, but possible.”
She shot him a knowing look.
“Tarek and Lyra Jordan don’t count.” She sighed. “That residential street has become yet another Breed-designated area with more than three-quarters of the homes taken by Breed couples where one partner or the other is Breed.”
His lips tightened.
“Tell me I can go home when all this is over and just adapt a little bit and be safe.”
His jaw flexed as his expression darkened.
Liza didn’t say more. There was nothing more to say, she had made her point. Her life would never be the same and they both knew it.
They arrived on the third and last floor of the Nation’s headquarters with a soft ping of the elevator.
A second later, the doors slid open silently.
And Liza nearly punched the button to return to the lobby.
