He laughed at that, a jeering sound that raked over her nerve endings like shards of glass.
“Love isn’t required,” he informed her.
Heat spilled to her womb, spasming through it as denial raced through her brain. It wouldn’t happen. She wouldn’t let it.
“If there’s nothing else you require, Agent Daniels,” his voice was clipped, tight with anger, “I believe I have someone waiting on me.”
Someone waiting on him? A fertile bitch with every intention of sucking his seed from his body and conceiving a child that would bind him to her forever?
“No.”
His lips thinned as his eyes darkened ominously. Seth might not be a Breed, but he was still dangerously powerful. An ex–Special Forces soldier who took over his father’s company, he had learned how to fight in the most violent gutters of the world.
He shook his head as his lips thinned with disgust. “Jonas made a mistake assigning you here. Go back to Sanctuary.”
She was shaking her head. She couldn’t believe this. She couldn’t believe him.
“You would let her trick you like this?” Her voice was unrecognizable, even to herself. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. A haze seemed to fill her vision, her mind, making it hard to find the hard-earned control she had fought to achieve for eleven years now.
“It’s only a trick if you don’t know about it,” he pointed out mockingly. “I’m not getting any younger, Dawn, and I’m damned tired of going to bed horny. At least she’s woman enough to go after what she
wants.”
He turned away from her.
He was leaving. He was going to walk out? Go to that ovulating cow waiting naked in his bedroom?
The hell he was.
She didn’t know who was more surprised by the vicious snarl that left her chest, Seth or herself. He turned to her quickly, surprise flashing across his expression as her hands gripped his upper arms, powerful arms, muscular and steel-hard. She was on her tiptoes, against his chest, one hand gripping his neck and pulling him to her.
Her lips met his. They were parted just enough to allow her tongue to slip past them. Spicy heat filled her mouth and she shared it. Sweeping over his lips, against his tongue as she felt his arms surround her, jerking her to him as he bent his head closer. His lips caught her tongue, and a shattered cry filled her throat as he began to draw the fiery hormone from her.
It filled both their mouths. It pumped into her bloodstream, sent lust tearing through her system, pleasure quaking through her body. She wanted to crawl inside him. No, she wanted him inside her. She wanted his hard body covering her, the thick length of his cock, which was presently pressing into her belly, f**king into her.
She wanted him now. Hard. Hot. Deep.
She wanted her mate.
CHAPTER 6
He hadn’t meant for this to happen, Seth thought hazily. He had been furious when she followed him and Caroline outside. He wanted to send the other woman home without too much anger, without hurting her, without humiliating her.
Caroline had been a friend. He didn’t love her, she didn’t love him, and they both knew it. They would have made a society match, little more. But there would have been children, a legacy, someone he could love and receive love from unconditionally. He had known the second he saw Dawn earlier that day that it wasn’t going to happen.
He had known, and he’d made the deal with Dash. Now look at him. Ah, God, she tasted so f**king sweet, so hot. He licked and sucked at her tongue, then groaned with desperate pleasure as she sucked at his.
And he was touching her. Jerking her shirt from her pants, groaning against her lips, nipping at them as her hands dug into his hair and held him closer to her.
She was kissing him. Her lips were moving beneath his, she was moaning for him. Rich, earthy moans that vibrated with purring little growls. The sounds of it went straight to his dick and had it fully engorged. He was harder, hotter than he could ever remember being in his life. And he was tearing her shirt from her. He heard the material rend and cursed himself. He cursed himself but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t keep himself from revealing that plain little bra, the one that held her br**sts perfectly for him.
“Seth.” She whispered his name, a thin, hungry sound that he couldn’t believe he was hearing. That he couldn’t believe was falling from her lips.
And her hands. As he pushed her shirt from her shoulders and his lips moved down the graceful column of her neck, he felt the buttons pop on his, heard cloth tear. Hell, he had never been so desperate for a woman. Never felt a hunger burn so deep inside his gut. Then her hands were on his chest. Her fingers were pushing through the mat of hair that covered it, and she purred. A real, f**king honest-to-God purr left her lips, and he almost came in his trousers from the sound.
Seth jerked his head back, stared down at her, and God help him, he knew, from this moment on, if he wasn’t touching Dawn, loving her, tasting her, then he would be completely alone. Because no other woman’s touch would do.
Dawn stared at where her hands pressed against the soft, short curls on Seth’s chest. The light pelt was warm from his body heat, the short curls tickled her palms, the heat of his flesh warmed them. She stared at her fingers, so small against the expanse of muscular flesh and male hair, and felt her knees weaken at the knowledge that she was finally touching him. Touching him, kissing him. And she could taste him.