The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,74

with was enough to lift the corners of his mouth, the ghost of Robson’s touch skating over his body and stirring his cock once more.

Until he entered the hallway and saw a large human, blond hair in a messy bun on his head, leaning into Jamie’s space near the smaller man’s office door. Jamie’s back was pressed against the wall, his head tipped back so he could meet Gabriel’s eyes as the hunter towered over him.

Marcus opened his mouth, sharp words on the tip of his tongue, when his nose caught up with his eyes and he realized Jamie wasn’t scared… the hawk was aroused.

Freezing, he looked closer and noticed that while, yes, one of Gabriel’s hands was braced against the wall next to Jamie’s head, partially caging him in, his other was playing with Jamie’s fingers down by their sides.

“Marcus!” Jamie gasped, jerking his hand away from Gabriel’s touch when he noticed Marcus standing a few yards away. His fair skin erupted in a blush so quickly it might have actually hurt. Jamie dropped his eyes but didn’t step away from Gabriel.

For his part, the hunter sighed and rolled his head languidly to the side, giving Marcus an annoyed glare. “Enforcer Rivera.”

“Mr. Morde. What an unexpected surprise.” Marcus glanced at Jamie, but he was still staring dutifully at the ground. Raising a brow and stepping toward his office door, he said, “I’m surprised Todd let you into this area of the manor. It’s generally off-limits to non-pack members.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes and turned back to Jamie, running one finger along his flushed cheek before stepping away. The smile he threw Marcus made him appear charming and harmless, but Marcus wasn’t fooled. He knew that if he could scent the man, he’d be getting hit with heavy annoyance at the very least, anger more likely. There was definitely a darkness lurking in the hunter’s eyes.

“The front door isn’t the only way into the manor, Enforcer,” Gabriel said, voice laced with just enough of an edge to let Marcus know he thought Marcus was an idiot. Frowning, he didn’t get a chance to reply before Gabriel was stepping backward and saying to Jamie, “Think about what I said.”

Jamie nodded a little, only lifting his chin high enough to gaze at Gabriel through his lashes. “Goodbye, Gabriel,” he murmured.

Grinning, Gabriel said, “I’ll see you later, gorgeous,” and then disappeared down a side hall that led—indirectly—to where the kitchen and back door were located.

“Jamie—”

“Don’t.” Jamie’s voice had hardened, but his blush was still prominent in his cheeks. Without another word, he turned and stomped to his office, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Sighing softly, Marcus entered his own office, flicking on the lights and heading straight for his desk. It wasn’t his place to say anything to Jamie about his… dalliance with the hunter, but it still concerned him. Gabriel didn’t trust them enough to reveal his damn scent, so how could he be trusted in return?

Once his computer booted up, he was disappointed to see there still weren’t any messages from Wendy about getting away from the Council’s territory. The longer she was radio silent, the more his stomach churned. He should have convinced her it wasn’t worth the risk or convinced Rick to let him go to Mehko to escort her out or something.

Frustrated at himself, the Council, Gabriel Morde, and the fact that his mood had been completely ruined, Marcus threw himself into work. Even without any more archives to go through, he had emails to answer that had been forwarded from Jamie—generally questions from packmates that Jamie wasn’t sure of the answer, so he passed them off to Marcus or one of the other Enforcers, depending on the subject.

Plus, he and Nico monitored the online forums that were popular with shifters, keeping an eye out for anyone who seemed to be in a bad situation and, more recently, grumblings from other packs about the Council overstepping their authority—not that there were many posts about that. The Council was also able to monitor the forums, so they weren’t completely safe spaces to complain.

And he was still attempting to set up in-person meetings with other packs to garner alliances in the event they needed support against the Council. It didn’t feel like enough and also too much at the same time. A part of Marcus still rebelled at the idea of working against the Council, of not trusting the panel of alphas to be fair and just in their rulings and