A wicked, sensual, confident hunger that had her heart racing faster than before as her breath began to feel tight.
He made her want—
He made her want things she couldn’t have, hunger for things she knew he could never sate.
Never even attempt to fulfill.
She wanted him to touch her. She wanted it even though she knew it would only make the need clawing at her worse.
Dane was saying something, his voice faintly mocking. She ignored him, as did Rule. His gaze was locked with hers, his lips so close to hers, tempting her, drawing her—
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The scent of her need—it actually outmatched the suspicion and that white-hot flare of curiosity that tinged the air.
Absently Rule ran his tongue over his teeth, just to be certain the glands beneath were still dormant. The scent of her need had his erection throbbing imperatively, his balls so tight with the need to spill his seed that it was nearing agony.
Jade green eyes were wide, filled with so many shadows and barely perceptible fears that he wanted nothing more in that moment than to see pleasure filling them. Hell, that was all he wanted every time he looked into the pretty green spheres and sensed the lust pulling them closer.
Her lips parted, that plump little lower lip feeling the damp caress of her tongue as it ran over it.
He could hear the thump-thump of her heart as it raced between her lush br**sts, the curves defined and perfect beneath the snug little red tank top she wore.
That tiny bit of cloth paired with those butt-snug jeans and moccasin boots that laced up the sides of her shapely legs had him all but panting for her.
She made him hotter than he’d been in—hell, harder, hotter than he’d ever been. And now, as she stared up at him, her lips parted, that hunger blazing up at him, he was a second from taking that kiss he’d been longing for.
“Gypsy—”
The faint, barely perceptible buzz of a sat phone vibrating in one of her pockets—again—in a distinctive rhythm had Gypsy suddenly drawing up short.
Rule was going to hurt the caller, he decided.
Those intoxicating eyes widened, and a heartbeat later she moved from between his thighs, hurriedly stepping away from him.
Pulling the phone from her pocket, she quickly checked the number before her jaw tightened and that hint of fear became anger.
“I have to leave.” Shaking her head, her scent suddenly tinged with an emotion he couldn’t quite define, she hurriedly slapped a few bills on the bar.
There was a shadow overtaking her, a hint of fear and one of worry.
“Gypsy, wait—” Fuck.
Before he could stop her she turned, moving quickly to the door before disappearing into the night.
His eyes narrowed at her exit; the scent of her heat and hunger, marred by her fear, still lingered in his senses.
Along with it was the knowledge that until the small phone in her pocket had gone off, she had nearly been his.
Turning slowly back to Dane, he met the other Breed’s narrowed, suspicious gaze.
Lifting the short liquor glass to his lips, the hybrid glanced to the exit she had taken before turning back to him with a shrug.
“Well,” he drawled. “It would seem she may have a leash after all. Proprietary claim, I believe it was called.”
Rule’s glass slapped to the bar as his jaw clenched furiously. Turning, he followed the exit she had taken, determined to find out exactly who her leash might be. And when he did, as he told her before, he’d be taking f**king ownership.
Catching up with her, even on a good night, was a pain in the ass, and if he didn’t keep his eye right on her, then she was gone just as quickly.