Charity pushed back the long, tangled red hair that lay over the woman’s face and checked her shoulder first. The whimpers, the position of the body and the soft scent she detected assured her she knew exactly what she was looking at. She looked at Nikki.
The doctor stood back.
“Who bit the woman?” She turned her fierce gaze on the man who had moved back at they neared the bed.
Charity watched him as well. His eyes were as black as the pits of hell, though his gaze was as cold as ice.
“What does the mark have to do with it?” he bit out. “We’re not infected, woman.”
Charity watched the tight, sarcastic smile that shaped Nikki’s lips.
“Of course you are,” she almost crooned. “If what I see is true, you’re infected with this amazing little hormone, Coyote. It’s really quite astounding.”
The Coyote’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”
“You mated the woman.” Charity wasn’t in the mood to listen to Nikki bicker with the Coyote. She was tired, sore, and by God, she was horny. She wanted to waste as little time here as possible so she could get back to Aiden, their bed, and relief.
“Mated her?” he bit out. “Coyotes don’t mate, woman. No matter the rumors…”
“Did you swell within her, big boy?” Nikki bit out. “While you were taking her, it’s more than obvious you bit her, so I’ll assume you locked inside her as well?”
“An anomaly,” he growled.“Animal instinct.”
“I know the Council trains their Coyotes in sexual conquest,” she sneered the term the Council used for rape. “Don’t tell me this is your first woman.”
Charity listened to the bickering going on behind her as she checked the woman’s pupils, her pulse then checked for the brand the Council placed on all its creations. She stilled when she pulled the girl’s hair back and found nothing on her shoulders. She moved to her hips, pulling the blanket aside, and still found nothing.
“Charity?”Nikki questioned her actions.
She turned back watching Nikki intently. “She’s not a Breed.”
Nikki moved then. She didn’t speak and, like Charity, ignored the men as she began to exam the woman. She pushed at their hands, whimpering at each touch. She was perspiring heavily, her face pale, her blue eyes dazed as she fought them weakly.
“Son of a bitch,” Nikki cursed. “Now look.” She turned on the male watching them with a glitter of fury in his eyes. “I’ve cursed for hours straight. Do you know how mad that makes me? Do you know how mad you are making me? Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Please, tell me you didn’t rape this girl.”
Fury lashed through her voice. Charity herself was trembling at the thought as she glimpsed the small bruises on the woman’s br**sts and arms.
“There was no rape,” he bit out.
“Who took her?” Charity turned back then, facing him with Nikki, rage trembling through her body. “It was you, wasn’t it?”
“It was.” He made no excuses, though Charity had found that few Breeds did.
“You mated her. She’s in heat. Does she even know what you are?”
He blinked, his gaze flickering from the woman who moaned roughly on the bed back to Charity, then Nikki.
“I am a Coyote. Coyotes do not mate.”
“Well, big boy, either you advanced or you just plain lucked the f**k out,” Nikki snarled. Charity winced. She said f**k. It wasn’t good when Nikki said f**k. She watched the male’s stubborn jaw tighten. He looked like a blonde-haired avenger with those black eyes staring down at them, his dark face flushing with anger or embarrassment, she wasn’t certain.
“Contact the compound now,” she bit out. “She’s in advanced fertility and she’s in heat. Neither of you are safe because if the Council finds out, and somehow they will, then this woman’s life isn’t worth squat. Do you understand me?”
“Aiden has been contacted,” he bit out, his gaze going to the woman once again. “What is the mating you keep talking about?”
She crossed her arms over her br**sts, watching him with an almost rabid amusement. She was mad enough, and just frustrated enough that she was beyond caring if she antagonized her captor.
“She belongs to you now,” Charity bit out. “Her body is preparing itself, changing, matching yours enough that she will conceive.” Did he pale? “She’s in heat. She needs to be f**ked.A lot.Almost constantly.By only you. Go figure. You’re the first Coyote to mate, and you mated a full human at that. Damn, if you haven’t shot some theories to hell and back. And here we thought Coyotes were only good for their stink.”