Dawn shrugged. “Breed Law goes both ways. It’s for the protection of the Breeds as well as those who aren’t, Seth. Until we have proof of involvement after the enactment of Breed Law, there’s nothing we can do other than make their names public knowledge.”
He rubbed at his jaw, his broad hands and long male fingers stroking over the beard-darkened flesh as she inhaled slowly.
She wanted him. She wanted him inside her.
His eyes lifted from the PDA, darkened.
“Are you wearing those panties I gave you this morning?” His voice was suddenly deep, dark with lust. The panties were nothing but lace. The softest, most delicate lace Dawn had ever felt. The thong was a perfect fit, the shimmery fabric cupping her mound and lying over it like a cloud. She had never worn anything so wickedly sexy in her life.
She felt her face flush. “Yeah. I’m wearing them.” She cleared her throat. “Those panties are decadent, Seth.”
“Are they wet?” Still holding the PDA, he moved closer, his expression suddenly more sensual, his gaze as wicked as the panties. “Have you dampened all that soft lace yet?”
Her face flamed, because of course she had. Just looking at him made her wet.
“You’re insane,” she breathed out roughly, taking the PDA from him and securing it quickly in the leather case attached to her utility belt.
His eyes moved down her body, his gaze locking on her thighs. “I want to lick all that sweet soft flesh. You know your pu**y is softer than the lace, Dawn?” His hands settled on her shoulders and smoothed down her back as he pulled her close, his eyes meeting hers then. “Does your tongue ache, baby? Do you need my kiss?”
His head lowered, his lips teasing at hers then.
“If you kiss me, we’ll never make it out of here.” Her lashes drifted over her eyes as his tongue stroked over her lips.
She wanted his kiss. She wanted those teasing licks to stop and she wanted his lips moving over hers. Not to ease the hormone swelling the glands beneath her tongue, but because shefelt him when he kissed her. She felt connected to him, a part of him.
“I ache for your kiss,” he whispered against her lips then. “The feel of it, the warmth of it. The way you make those feathery little sounds when my tongue touches yours.”
Her lips parted. She needed him. Needed the touch of his tongue against hers, the feel of his kiss making her mad with hunger. So insane to feel all of him, to touch all of him, that nothing else mattered. She wasn’t afraid of the shadows that had begun forming within her memories when he held her. Shadows that she knew were filled with pain and horror and the screams of the girl she never wanted to have to remember.
As his tongue stroked over her lips, the link at her ear beeped imperatively. Dawn moaned in denial, her hands tightening on Seth’s powerful forearms as she fought to ignore it. It
beeped again, then again on the secured private channel. It had to be Dash or Callan. Only they would contact her privately, and it would have to have something to do with the investigators downstairs. She didn’t want to deal with them. She wanted to stay right here, in Seth’s arms, and feel the kiss he was teasing her with.
Seth pulled back, his grin slow and knowing as he jerked her hand to the small activator at the back of her ear.
“Dawn here,” she snapped as she flipped the mic down.
This better be important.
“How did I get this link, is your first question.” Obviously disguised, a voice that sent chills down her spine whispered the statement. “Which of your very well-trained enforcers did I take down, little girl?”
Dawn felt the flash of sickening knowledge, a realization she didn’t want to sense, didn’t want to hear.
“Who is this?” She could feel the bile rising in her throat.
“Ah, Dawn, sweet thing. You don’t remember your first? First cut is the deepest, sweetie. I made that first cut, and now I’ll make the last. Remember that, Dawn, I promised you that. That you’d always be there for me. You’re my f**k toy, little girl. Always mine.”
She was going to be sick. So sick.
She was instinct, pure instinct and training. She rushed to the laptop and activated the locator program for the island. All the Breed links had a locator, a beacon that allowed her to track them. That locator beacon was coordinated with one inset in the Breed patch they wore on their uniforms. If the link was separated from the Breed, then she’d find it.
It was a security measure, in case a Breed became separated from the link, or the worst happened and the enemy managed to acquire the link.
“Are you searching for me, Dawn? Come get me, baby. You were the best f**k I ever had and I’ll be your last f**k.”
She was going to throw up. That voice echoed in her head, over and over. Scream for me, little cat. Little girl.
She tore the link from her head. She wasn’t listening. She couldn’t listen. She hit a command to coordinate locator beacons and watched as each began to line up. All but one.