potent.
“Damn. Hold on, bitch. I’m coming.” Dave took little care with his safety as he trampled through the snow to get to her. She took note of his Circ attributes. The claws, the fangs, the eyes. The dark, naked skin, and worse, the monstrous erection. “I’m gonna fuck you raw. Just you wait.”
Lucky, lucky me . Glad for her enhanced eyesight and night vision, she aimed her weapon for his cock and pulled the trigger.
His cry of pain was music to her ears. Knowing it would attract the others, she eased back onto the rock shelf upon which she hid and waited, gun in hand, hatred in her heart. She’d never be used again, not by anyone. The only good Circ was a dead Circ. And she aimed to make sure she took out as many as she could before biting the bullet herself.
Chapter Three
“Coffee’s on.”
“Thanks.”
Silence reigned until Bas clinked the glass of the coffeepot against the mug Gray had set out for him. He poured himself a cup and waited. He put the carafe back. He toyed with a spoon.
More silence.
Inwardly, he cringed. Their coming together had been building for months. But Bas wouldn’t have thought they’d go from nothing to twenty-four hours of marathon sex to awkward pauses the very next morning.
“Nice weather we’re having, huh?” Surely Gray would say something about his inane comment.
“Yeah, I guess.” Gray sipped from his cup and returned to reading the Washington Post . He wore dress slacks and a button-down shirt and looked like a stockbroker getting ready for work. One with a beast that gave Bas confused glances out of beautiful hazel eyes.
Yesterday morning Bas would have teased Gray. He’d have made fun of his fancy clothes and no shoes, the way he ground his beans and used a three-hundred-dollar coffeemaker like a yuppie from hell. But after that intimate connection the day and night before, he was loath to upset the man who’d wormed his way firmly into his heart.
He’d try sidestepping the issues Gray wouldn’t talk about and focus on their mission. For now.
“So this Al Ross. What do we know about him?”
Gray put the paper aside, finally , and looked at Bas. “Not much. And we leave the day after tomorrow for Bend. We’ll be getting in late, but Jack will make sure we have a place to stay for the night before we get to work.”
Bas didn’t like relying on anyone associated with that fucked-up PWP. He’d left them long behind, or so he thought. His agitation unfortunately manifested in the carafe that shot out of the coffee warmer and crashed on the floor, spilling hot coffee everywhere.
“Shit.” Gray jumped out of his seat and stared at the shards of glass. “What the hell?”
“Weird.” Bas leaned forward and pretended to be confused. But when he glanced up to meet Gray’s gaze, he noted the suspicion lingering there. “You got a mop, hero?”
Gray scowled. “In the closet behind you, junior .”
“Junior? That’s a good one.” Taunting Gray might not have been the smartest thing he could have done, but it had taken that untrusting look off his face. “So besides a possessed coffeepot, what else have you got?” He grabbed a dustpan, broom, and mop and got to work while Gray wiped up the excess mess that had spilled onto some lower cabinets.
“Got?”
“On Ross. Focus, Gray. Hell. For such a professional, you sure do lose track easy.”
“Dickhead.” Gray’s frown remained, but he answered while he cleaned. “Ross has apparently been keeping himself apart in the mountains for months. He’s rogue, and he’s killed.”
“How many?”
“Three. The rest we figure he’s made into his own little army.”
Bas finished cleaning up the glass and started mopping. “So while he’s amassing forces to do his bidding, he’s killing the opposition maybe?”
“Doesn’t feel right, but it’s what’s in the file.”
“That you got from trusting some psychic asshole out West.”
“Pretty
“Damn. Hold on, bitch. I’m coming.” Dave took little care with his safety as he trampled through the snow to get to her. She took note of his Circ attributes. The claws, the fangs, the eyes. The dark, naked skin, and worse, the monstrous erection. “I’m gonna fuck you raw. Just you wait.”
Lucky, lucky me . Glad for her enhanced eyesight and night vision, she aimed her weapon for his cock and pulled the trigger.
His cry of pain was music to her ears. Knowing it would attract the others, she eased back onto the rock shelf upon which she hid and waited, gun in hand, hatred in her heart. She’d never be used again, not by anyone. The only good Circ was a dead Circ. And she aimed to make sure she took out as many as she could before biting the bullet herself.
Chapter Three
“Coffee’s on.”
“Thanks.”
Silence reigned until Bas clinked the glass of the coffeepot against the mug Gray had set out for him. He poured himself a cup and waited. He put the carafe back. He toyed with a spoon.
More silence.
Inwardly, he cringed. Their coming together had been building for months. But Bas wouldn’t have thought they’d go from nothing to twenty-four hours of marathon sex to awkward pauses the very next morning.
“Nice weather we’re having, huh?” Surely Gray would say something about his inane comment.
“Yeah, I guess.” Gray sipped from his cup and returned to reading the Washington Post . He wore dress slacks and a button-down shirt and looked like a stockbroker getting ready for work. One with a beast that gave Bas confused glances out of beautiful hazel eyes.
Yesterday morning Bas would have teased Gray. He’d have made fun of his fancy clothes and no shoes, the way he ground his beans and used a three-hundred-dollar coffeemaker like a yuppie from hell. But after that intimate connection the day and night before, he was loath to upset the man who’d wormed his way firmly into his heart.
He’d try sidestepping the issues Gray wouldn’t talk about and focus on their mission. For now.
“So this Al Ross. What do we know about him?”
Gray put the paper aside, finally , and looked at Bas. “Not much. And we leave the day after tomorrow for Bend. We’ll be getting in late, but Jack will make sure we have a place to stay for the night before we get to work.”
Bas didn’t like relying on anyone associated with that fucked-up PWP. He’d left them long behind, or so he thought. His agitation unfortunately manifested in the carafe that shot out of the coffee warmer and crashed on the floor, spilling hot coffee everywhere.
“Shit.” Gray jumped out of his seat and stared at the shards of glass. “What the hell?”
“Weird.” Bas leaned forward and pretended to be confused. But when he glanced up to meet Gray’s gaze, he noted the suspicion lingering there. “You got a mop, hero?”
Gray scowled. “In the closet behind you, junior .”
“Junior? That’s a good one.” Taunting Gray might not have been the smartest thing he could have done, but it had taken that untrusting look off his face. “So besides a possessed coffeepot, what else have you got?” He grabbed a dustpan, broom, and mop and got to work while Gray wiped up the excess mess that had spilled onto some lower cabinets.
“Got?”
“On Ross. Focus, Gray. Hell. For such a professional, you sure do lose track easy.”
“Dickhead.” Gray’s frown remained, but he answered while he cleaned. “Ross has apparently been keeping himself apart in the mountains for months. He’s rogue, and he’s killed.”
“How many?”
“Three. The rest we figure he’s made into his own little army.”
Bas finished cleaning up the glass and started mopping. “So while he’s amassing forces to do his bidding, he’s killing the opposition maybe?”
“Doesn’t feel right, but it’s what’s in the file.”
“That you got from trusting some psychic asshole out West.”
“Pretty
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