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He swore he could feel something akin to, or perhaps far surpassing, happiness, as it exploded inside him.
Kate’s arm tightened around his back as the other moved to circle his hips and hug him close.
“Bitch,” Khileen sighed again before giving Lobo a defiant look.
“While I have you here, could you please do something about the acoustics in this damned place. If it happens outside my bedroom, then it may as well not even be happening,” she accused him with no small amount of anger. “And I simply don’t like it.”
She turned and stalked back to her room. Evidently, this time, she left the door open.
Lobo shook his head. “One of these days, remind me to kill Tiberian. Slowly,” he muttered of his brother. “Very slowly.”
He left the room, throwing his hand up in a silent farewell and heading, Devil knew, for the cells.
Where he was heading himself.
Turning to his mate and lifting her chin with his fingers, he placed a quick kiss to her waiting lips. “I won’t be long,” he promised.
“Better not be,” she warned him. “Because I think I want to bite you again.”
He paused, turning back to her quickly, hunger gleaming in his gaze as Kate stared up at him with definite interest.
“One hour,” he promised.
“You have forty-five minutes,” she decided.
His gaze narrowed.
“Want to try for forty?”
A manly grunt and a snarl, and he was quickly striding from the room, definitely intent on making the most of his forty minutes.
Which was forty minutes longer than she should have had to wait, she decided with a smile as she stared around the destruction littering her bedroom floor. Ah well, it would give her time to move into his bedroom. She liked it better anyway.
EIGHT
There wasn’t much left of the human to question.
The Breed known as Graeme stared down at the bloodied face, split lips, the swollen eyes, and had to force himself not to rip the bastard’s head off.
But, he had the information he wanted.
He’d had the information he wanted hours ago though. It had really taken no more than flexing the feline claws his nails became and raking the sharpened tips, normal
ly hidden in a groove at the top of his finger, over the man’s chest. There were now four bloody furrows that would need stitches soon.
If Graeme decided to allow him to live longer.
The pilot wasn’t in much better shape, though he’d had less information. A fly-by-night pilot that hired his services out for a paltry amount, considering the risk he’d taken this time.
This one, he’d simply turn over to the Bureau of Breed Affairs agent being sent to collect him.
The other, Graeme wanted to keep just a while longer. He had a feeling his friends might come looking for him. Sometimes there was a sense of loyalty among humans that made men do stupid things. Things like attempting to rescue friends who had made decidedly poor choices.
Besides, Devil’s woman wanted certain information for her father. Information Lobo Reever wouldn’t mind having as well. There were several questions regarding his wife’s death that had yet to be answered. Questions he knew the Wolf Breed needed before bringing his brother, Tiberian, back to the States.
Until then, he could simply have fun and take his aggressions out on the human for a while. After all, a Breed that had been driven slowly insane over the years, only to find that sanity rather abruptly once again, needed something to amuse himself with until he had his own plans in place.
“Just kill me,” the soldier pleaded as he struggled to open eyes swollen shut. “Please just kill me.”
