She ran.
Heart pounding, adrenaline coursing through her because she wanted it with a power that sent terror racing through her. It was all she could do not to strip for him, not to go to her knees and beg him to take her mouth.
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Dust flew as Gypsy reversed the Jeep before turning the wheel and speeding away from him even faster than she’d come speeding to him.
Propping his hands on his hips, he watched the vehicle as it disappeared around the curve of the highway seconds later, then blew out a hard, miserable breath.
Son of a bitch, his dick was stiffer than a poker, his balls so tight they felt knotted.
“Remind me to stay the hell away from the two of you when you get started.” It was Dog who growled the words out.
Rule swung around to watch as the Coyote moved from the small rise of stones across from the Dragoon.
“I told you to leave,” he growled, frowning back at the Coyote.
“You should have clarified,” Dog breathed out roughly. “Damn, Breaker, you get any hotter with that woman and I’m going to think you’re mating her or something.”
Rule chuckled at the thought. “Not even the first sign of Mating Heat,” he crowed.
Satisfaction wasn’t filling him, though, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to delve into that sudden tightening of his chest and the flash of something that felt decidedly regretful. Definitely angry.
Dog shook his head, his look thoughtful as he stared toward the direction Gypsy had disappeared before giving Rule another long, steady look. He shook his head, leaning against the side of the Dragoon. “So, are we going to discuss this little machination you have going on here or are you just going to keep winging it all on your own?”
Rule had to grin at the question. It didn’t surprise him that Dog was suspicious. The Coyote had come out of the test tube suspicious, Jonas often accused. But Rule shook his head all the same.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Dog,” he claimed. “Since when does a Breed have to be up to something just because he’s determined to seduce a pretty lady?”
It was more, something whispered inside him. So much more.
He knew it was more.
He knew seducing was just the beginning . . .
He shook the thought away. It wasn’t a mating, it couldn’t be anything more than seduction where a Breed was concerned if it wasn’t a mating.
Dog nodded slowly before straightening. “If you decide you need help, just let me know,” he said, his disbelief clear. “Just don’t wait until it’s too late to be helped. It would suck watching your ass burn, Breaker.”
He walked away then, heading back to the rise of stones and the Dragoon no doubt awaiting him there as Rule narrowed his eyes on him. What the hell did Dog think he knew?
There wasn’t a chance in hell the Coyote could know the little traps Rule was laying in the area where several individuals were concerned. Just as he couldn’t possibly know Rule was well aware of his and Dane’s friend in the area.
Rule knew. It benefited him at the moment to keep his mouth shut, but he knew.
He just prayed Jonas never found out. Because if he did, then they were all screwed.
CHAPTER 8
Despite her attempt to run, Gypsy found herself unable to skip the meeting with Jonas and her parents that evening. She felt raw inside, ready to break apart at the slightest provocation, but she couldn’t let her family down again, no matter how hard it was going to be to face Rule after she’d left him in the desert.
Gypsy had met Jonas Wyatt on several occasions in the past two months that he and his teams of Breeds had been in Window Rock searching for a rogue Bengal. The reservation and the Navajo capital itself seemed to be a haven for lost Breeds, hunting Breeds—and rogue Breeds.
It seemed that the rumors were true as well, that the reservation was now about to become home to an investigative branch of the Bureau of Breed Affairs.
Rather fitting, as a large number of them had been created from the stolen sperm and kidnapped girls of the Navajo that the Council had taken.
Dressed in a neat black pencil skirt and sleeveless white silk blouse, she moved from the Jeep before retrieving the black leather briefcase she’d brought with her. Sliding the strap over her shoulder, she pushed the door closed and locked the vehicle, then turned back to her parents.