Watts wasn’t focused on her—not that they were willing to see that. Because Breeds focused so highly on their women and their mates, they sometimes forgot that humans weren’t nearly that loyal. Not even close.
She had faith in them though. Give Jonas a little time—if he hadn’t figured it out by now, then he would. Cabal no doubt already had his suspicions. She had watched his face through the meeting. He knew. Just as she knew. Or at least, she hoped he knew. If he didn’t, then he wasn’t as intuitive as she thought he was.
She rose silently from her seat, collected her pack from the floor and headed to the door, eager to return to her room. She had some research to do herself, some answers to find. Now that she had a bit more of the information that she needed, perhaps she could get her own line into this. There was even a slight chance that she could figure out at least one or two of the missing members of the Deadly Dozen.
She might even have an idea where Douglas would head. One thing was for sure: If she was on his list, then she was last on his list.
As she left the suite, she was aware of Cabal following her and the tension emanating from him. As though there were a wire connecting them, tuning them in to each other. The closer they came to the elevator, the tighter it became.
She moved into the cubicle, standing close to the rear as Cabal stepped in and punched the button for the lower floor. The doors slid shut. Cassa blinked.
The next thing she knew she was in his arms, plastered between his body and the wall of the elevator, as his lips closed on hers, pushing into the suddenly hungry depths of her mouth.
The taste of him. It was nectar. It was spicy and sweet, cinnamon and sugar. It was a fire in the middle of winter and seared her to her soul.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, the once muted desire flaring to an open flame, spreading through her body, blistering her senses.
The mating hormone she had been taking for so many years had kept it repressed, did keep it repressed, until he kissed her. Then it was like a hunger that had waited too long. A starvation that flared to life and overwhelmed.
“Damn you.” He nipped at her lips, licked over them. “You make me insane, Cassa. Like a madman that can’t get enough of the madness.”
He would have kissed her again. She knew it was coming, she was reaching for it, when the electronic beep of the elevator indicated their floor.
He drew back from her, took a hard breath, then gripped her hand and pulled her into the hall.
“Impatient?” she gasped.
If he wasn’t, then she damned sure was. As though all the pent-up anger and resentment didn’t matter any longer. As though the fierce fury that had thundered through her blood had suddenly morphed into something else. Arousal burned through her now. It hardened her br**sts, pulsed in her clit and sent her juices spilling between her thighs.
She was wet and hot. Spoiling for a fight and spoiling for his touch.
“With you? I stay impatient,” he muttered as he shoved the key card into its slot and pushed the door open.
Any other woman might not have noticed how he quickly inhaled, the small pause before he entered, the way he used his senses to ensure the room was safe before pulling her inside.
“Great, now you have a key to my room. Tell me, Cabal, do you have keys to my car as well?” She knew he had keys to her apartment; he had surprised her more than once as she stepped inside to find him awaiting her.
“Probably. Somewhere,” he growled before he pushed her against the wall and took her lips again.
Nectar. Paradise. His kiss was almost an orgasm in and of itself. He took quick, hard little kisses, then settled his lips over hers and sipped delicately, then greedily. It was a smorgasbord of sensations and caresses.
One hand fisted in her hair, the other gripped her hip. Cassa was beyond shame or reticence. Her legs wrapped around his hips, tightened on him. Her hands were in his hair, and her lips and tongue caressed and stroked in turn.
The hard ridge of his c**k notched against her sex—a heated, heavy weight that rubbed against her, ground into her and stroked her clit to a pinnacle of sensation.
She was burning for him now. The need had been an ache before he touched her, but now, now it was a flame searing her from the inside out.
“Burn, baby,” he growled against her lips. “Burn for me, Cassa.”
She was a flame in his arms.
Cabal had never known anything as hot, as sweet as Cassa. Her kiss. Her touch. The way her fingers threaded through his hair, tugged at it, pulled him closer. Her lips moved beneath his with heated demand, and what he didn’t give her, she tried to take.
Her tongue rubbed against his, and as he followed those wicked strokes, she drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked at it with delicate greed.
Cabal felt his entire body tighten, felt his c**k jerk and harden further as he ground himself against the heated mound of her pu**y.
“Cabal.” She breathed his name against his lips, then her sweet little tongue stroked across them, eluding his kiss as it moved farther away to stroke down his neck.