agent—
informing him that the Rogue had mailed the agent a detailed stack of photos, boasting his handiwork and rubbing their collective noses in 85
his continued freedom.
As if his day hadn’t been bad enough, the cherry on top was walking in to the studio to find Alex, the very female he’d spent a sleepless night obsessing over, sandwiched between Zack and Danny without enough air between them to breath. Styx occupied a chair in the corner, taking the scene in with a mischievous, self-indulgent grin, letting her flounder her way through.
The beast inside him roared to vicious, protective life, snapping at his control, snarling rabidly. My female . If looks could kill, the entire room would have dropped on the spot. Cole tensed, poised to attack. A deadly, savage growl ripped from his chest when Danny gave her cheek a brazen squeeze—and not the cheek on her face—but then he halted in his tracks as Alex beat him to the punch, literally. She responded to Danny’s advances by planting a sharp elbow in his midsection, hard.
One would have thought—given the fact Danny had fallen back several steps holding his middle and gasping for air—that Zack would have taken the hint she didn’t appreciate their attentions. He must have convinced himself he was a much better lover. That or he simply had a death wish, because as soon as the other man moved away, he swooped down to plant a kiss on her lips. Once more Cole tensed, fangs lengthened, claws curled. He could already feel Zack’s blood dripping from his fangs.
Shocked silence filled the room when she brought the tall, fair-haired lothario to his knees in nothing remotely in the ballpark of sexual gratification.
Cole froze, biting back a howl of laughter. His little female had used not one, but two pressure 86
points to bring Zack to his knees. It never occurred to him that he had no right to think of her in those terms—as his anything.
Her patience, her businesslike composure had abandoned her. Absolutely. Ferocious vengeance writhed in her eyes, dangerous enough to give a trio of Furies pause.
“If you don’t mind,” Cole drawled from the doorway, deceptively calm despite the riotous emotions swelling in his chest. “I’d appreciate it if you’d wait till after the session to give the guys their little lesson in polite manners.” Then he caught sight of the snickering Styx. “On second thought, you want to take a couple pot shots at Styx first, by all means, be my guest.” With a snort of disgust, she released Zack and stepped back, glowering as he gained his feet and carefully backed away from her, an odd mixture of insulted pride and grudging respect shining in his bottle green eyes. She rounded on Danny and shot him a warning glare, just for good measure. Then she turned lethal eyes to Cole.
“Thank you so much for gracing us with your presence,” she hissed icy sarcasm. “Perhaps now you can explain I’m not here for their entertainment.”
Cole shot a dry glance at the disgruntled men, and the laughing Styx, and settled his eyes on her once more. Damn she looked hot. What was it about a woman with her temper on that made a male’s mind turn to matters best left behind closed doors? Then, when he noticed the fire in her eyes aimed solely at him now, he cleared his throat and forced his attention back to the here and now.
He had to work to keep his lips from twitching. Judging from the way his band eyed 87
her and hung back, hugging the walls, it was a safe bet none of them planned to get within arm’s reach of her. Ever again. “I’d say, by the looks of
’em, they figured that out for themselves. Well, all of them except maybe Styx…”
Brushing them off in her fury, she advanced on Cole with driving purpose, mayhem dancing in her eyes. A manicured finger shot out and thumped him painfully in the chest. “I will not put up with being groped every time I walk in the damned room.”
Her mask of cool
informing him that the Rogue had mailed the agent a detailed stack of photos, boasting his handiwork and rubbing their collective noses in 85
his continued freedom.
As if his day hadn’t been bad enough, the cherry on top was walking in to the studio to find Alex, the very female he’d spent a sleepless night obsessing over, sandwiched between Zack and Danny without enough air between them to breath. Styx occupied a chair in the corner, taking the scene in with a mischievous, self-indulgent grin, letting her flounder her way through.
The beast inside him roared to vicious, protective life, snapping at his control, snarling rabidly. My female . If looks could kill, the entire room would have dropped on the spot. Cole tensed, poised to attack. A deadly, savage growl ripped from his chest when Danny gave her cheek a brazen squeeze—and not the cheek on her face—but then he halted in his tracks as Alex beat him to the punch, literally. She responded to Danny’s advances by planting a sharp elbow in his midsection, hard.
One would have thought—given the fact Danny had fallen back several steps holding his middle and gasping for air—that Zack would have taken the hint she didn’t appreciate their attentions. He must have convinced himself he was a much better lover. That or he simply had a death wish, because as soon as the other man moved away, he swooped down to plant a kiss on her lips. Once more Cole tensed, fangs lengthened, claws curled. He could already feel Zack’s blood dripping from his fangs.
Shocked silence filled the room when she brought the tall, fair-haired lothario to his knees in nothing remotely in the ballpark of sexual gratification.
Cole froze, biting back a howl of laughter. His little female had used not one, but two pressure 86
points to bring Zack to his knees. It never occurred to him that he had no right to think of her in those terms—as his anything.
Her patience, her businesslike composure had abandoned her. Absolutely. Ferocious vengeance writhed in her eyes, dangerous enough to give a trio of Furies pause.
“If you don’t mind,” Cole drawled from the doorway, deceptively calm despite the riotous emotions swelling in his chest. “I’d appreciate it if you’d wait till after the session to give the guys their little lesson in polite manners.” Then he caught sight of the snickering Styx. “On second thought, you want to take a couple pot shots at Styx first, by all means, be my guest.” With a snort of disgust, she released Zack and stepped back, glowering as he gained his feet and carefully backed away from her, an odd mixture of insulted pride and grudging respect shining in his bottle green eyes. She rounded on Danny and shot him a warning glare, just for good measure. Then she turned lethal eyes to Cole.
“Thank you so much for gracing us with your presence,” she hissed icy sarcasm. “Perhaps now you can explain I’m not here for their entertainment.”
Cole shot a dry glance at the disgruntled men, and the laughing Styx, and settled his eyes on her once more. Damn she looked hot. What was it about a woman with her temper on that made a male’s mind turn to matters best left behind closed doors? Then, when he noticed the fire in her eyes aimed solely at him now, he cleared his throat and forced his attention back to the here and now.
He had to work to keep his lips from twitching. Judging from the way his band eyed 87
her and hung back, hugging the walls, it was a safe bet none of them planned to get within arm’s reach of her. Ever again. “I’d say, by the looks of
’em, they figured that out for themselves. Well, all of them except maybe Styx…”
Brushing them off in her fury, she advanced on Cole with driving purpose, mayhem dancing in her eyes. A manicured finger shot out and thumped him painfully in the chest. “I will not put up with being groped every time I walk in the damned room.”
Her mask of cool
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