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  Groaning, she covered her eyes and shook her head. “This was a mistake.”

  Roi stiffened but didn’t pull away. “Why do you say it was a mistake?”

  Shit, double shit. Deny that we did anything. Put my mind at ease.

  “I didn’t mean mistake. I meant…”

  He pulled his arm off her, taking his warmth and the feeling of safety with him. Instinctively, Missy turned around and slid her arm under his, leaving her facing his hard, tawny chest. Before she knew what she was doing, she planted a tender kiss on the center of his breastbone. Roi’s pecs seemed to have a mind of their own as they twitched slightly under the weight of her lips. Feeling stupid for her sudden display of affection, she began to pull away.

  Roi caught her and pulled her against him, sighing deeply as their bodies meshed together. His hot erection pushed hard against her stomach, causing a torrent of cream to flood her inner thighs.

  No, no, no, don’t fall for him, Missy, don’t.

  Scolding herself did little in the way of stopping the desire that now ran through her. Needing to be touched by him, Missy kissed his chest again and held her mouth to it. She felt safe in his arms and secretly hoped he’d never let her go.

  Missy snuggled in tighter to his body, her eyes widening as she gauged just how large Roi’s cock truly was.

  Holy shit, that managed to fit in me?

  Chapter Sixteen

  Roi chuckled softly into the top of Missy’s head as he held her tight. After Green had taken all the blood samples he needed and had assured Roi that Missy would indeed live, he’d insisted on bringing her home with him.

  The colonel and Green had been adamant that Missy be held at the I-Ops headquarters, but Roi wouldn’t hear of it. They’d been attacked on headquarter grounds. The enemy knew enough about them to slip past security there, so what was to stop them from doing it again?

  Finally, Lukian had come to his aid and pressed the others to leave him alone. It was Lukian who suggested that he not take Missy to his personal home, but rather to one of the other locations that each I-Op set up throughout the years to use as needed. It stood to reason that since the enemy had found I-Op’s headquarters, they may very well know where each operative lived personally.

  This particular safe house, as they all liked to refer to them, was one of Roi’s favorites. It wasn’t one that was shared with the team, but rather one he’d found on his own. It reflected a good deal of his personality and acted like more of a vacation spot for him than a safe house.

  Missy slid her hand down his back and stopped just above his butt. He could smell the fragrant cream that oozed from between her legs, and the urge to lick her, taste her, drink her down was great. Lying beside her naked body all night long was too much. He’d burned to bury himself inside her tiny body and seek pleasure in her, but refused to do it. To his own surprise, he’d done nothing, above undressing her, that could be construed as taking liberties, and that alone had damn neared killed him. Her petite frame was toned, tight in all the right places, yet soft and smooth where it needed to be. Seeing her breasts bare, exposed to him, had left his cock raging. The moment he found the mound of her pussy was covered in a well-maintained tiny strip of hair, he’d almost lost control.

  Yep, death by erection overload.

  Missy kissed his chest again and his whole body jerked. “Missy doll, you need to stop that. I can’t take much more of it.”

  Snuggling her smooth body against his, she sighed. “Can you at least hold me?”

  Hold her? Had he just heard her right? Missy, his little hellcat who’d just as soon kick him than kiss him, had requested he hold her? He wanted to do a hell of a lot more than just hold her, but the fact that she sought comfort in his arms meant something to him.

  “Doll, I’ll hold you forever if you want me to.” Exhaling deeply, he wrapped his body around hers.

  The tickling in his mind began again. Somewhere during the course of the night, he’d picked up on her thoughts almost as easily as he did Lukian’s. At first, he was slightly taken aback by it, but then he realized why. Missy was indeed his true mate and that meant they could communicate telepathically if need be. They were in the early stages of this all. Reading one another would become easier with time.

  Roi had gathered enough of her thoughts to know she believed they’d had sex and, as selfish as it was, he wanted her to continue to think that. She’d let her guard down because of the assumption, didn’t seem as hostile to his advances. Hell, she’d asked him to hold her and hadn’t, as of yet, killed him for getting her naked. The only problem was, if he didn’t get to sink his cock into her silken depths soon, he’d burst or, worse yet, shift forms into a wolf. That always seemed to happen when his sexual urges were left unchecked for too long, and Missy had them working overdrive.

  Yep, death by erection overload.

  He wanted to take her now, to roll her over and push himself deep within her, but he couldn’t. At least not yet. First, he needed to wait for Green’s analysis of Missy’s blood. She carried the scent of a shifter, but that didn’t necessarily mean she was one. The guiding point that made him question what she was had been her not losing her eyesight after he’d foolishly triggered the enemy’s weapon.

  Green had checked Missy the second Roi demanded it, and assured him she was fine. He did indicate that her body was healing damage to the area, but he believed wholeheartedly that it would clear all the way within days. She’d sliced her hand open without a second thought to assure that should the enemy trigger the weapon that could destroy his hearing, he would be safe. That alone said something about her. A human wouldn’t have healed as fast as she did when he licked her wound closed. Missy was certainly more than human, but how much more was still in question. If he spilled his semen into her and she didn’t have enough supernatural blood in her, it could kill her. That wasn’t an option for him. The brief time he’d spent believing she was gone had felt like an eternity, and had done things to him he never wanted to experience again.

  Planting tiny kisses on the top of Missy’s head, Roi held her tighter to him. Her tiny frame didn’t come close to being as long as his body was on the bed but that didn’t matter. She fit him in a way that was more than perfect. He liked how her tiny feet automatically sought warmth between his calves and how the top of her head pressed against his neck. It allowed him to wrap his body around hers, protecting her from whatever wanted to harm her.

  God, I’m going to die if I don’t get to make love to you soon, woman.

  Missy purred against his chest and his insides clutched tight. That was a shifter purr if he ever heard one. “So, what’s stopping you?”

  “What do you mean, what’s stopping me?”

  “You just said that you were going to die if you didn’t get to…” Her voice trailed off, and he could sense her embarrassment.

  He ran the last few minutes through his head and realized he hadn’t said that aloud. She’d read his thoughts and wanted him to take her, sink his cock into her. It was too much. The beast within clawed at him, trying to surface and lay claim to what it believed was rightfully his—Melissa.

  Roi’s mouth burned as he fought back the change. His incisors cut through his tongue and he loosened his hold on Missy. She reached for him, but he shook his head.

  “No,” he said in a gruff voice.

  Running her hands over his hips, Missy grabbed hold of his cock and he jerked, afraid he’d come all over her stomach. The wolf within him made another attempt to break free. He feared what it would do to Missy if he let it out. Never before had it wanted anything more than to sate itself vicariously through Roi’s sexual escapades. Now, it wanted free to fuck, to claim, to possibly kill.

  Terrified of harming Missy, he attempted to slide away from her. With lightning-fast speed, she moved up and over him. Had he not been supernatural, he’d never have even seen her move. Now, as she straddled his waist, he dug his fingers into the sheets to keep from pulling her onto his
cock. Her wet core pressed against his abdomen and he growled out as he fought to keep the wolf at bay.

  Missy’s eyes narrowed and Roi watched as they swirled from brown to ice blue, then back again. Leaning down, she kissed his collarbone, driving him mad with lust.

  “Off! Get off, Missy!”

  Her eyes swirled to blue again and she lifted her hips, ever so slightly. Positioning herself over his cock, she tried to ram herself down on him. Roi grabbed hold of her hips and stopped her momentum, leaving her only taking the very tip of him into her pussy. Still, it was enough to give him a taste of her wet, hot, tight channel and he wanted more. So did the wolf.

  Not now, boy, not until it’s safe.

  Afraid of hurting her, Roi pushed Missy to the side gently and rolled away from her. Missy lay there staring up at him with swirling ice-blue eyes. She cupped her breasts and he watched with bated breath as her dark nipples hardened.

  “Missy, please,” he begged softly, moving toward her slowly, unable to hold back.

  The second she ran her hand down her smooth stomach in the direction of her sex, Roi whimpered. He wanted to be the one doing that. Missy cupped her mound, opening her legs slowly, affording him a view of her pussy. His entire body shook with the need to be in her.

  Missy ran her delicate fingers down, parting her velvety folds, making his chest tight and his cock painful. “You’ve done nothing but try to get in my pants since the moment I met you, and look,” she ran her other hand down her flat stomach and cupped her mound with it, “there’s no pants to get in your way now.” Her voice sounded different, deeper, more sultry.

  Something was wrong. The smell of the cat shifter was back and in full force. Missy wasn’t in control of herself, and if Roi’s cock had a say in the matter, he’d be just as far gone soon enough.

  Roi dropped to the floor and grabbed his cell phone out of his jeans pocket. Frantically, he pushed the button for Green.

  “Green here.”

  Relief flooded through him. “What did Missy’s blood tests show?”

  “Roi? Why, what’s going on?”

  Missy slinked down onto the floor next to him and crawled to a stop before him. Grabbing hold of his cock, she flickered her tongue out and over it, causing him to moan and clutch the cell phone hard enough to destroy it. How it stayed in one piece was a mystery to him.

  “Roi, you okay?”

  “Yes—no! I’m not okay!” Roi grabbed hold of Missy’s long hair lightly in an attempt to keep her from going down on him. Never in his life had he actually prevented a woman from sucking him off. Now, the one woman in the world he wanted most was willing to do so and he had to tell her no. “Shit, Green, help me out here. What did Missy’s tests reveal?”

  “The samples of fluid I managed to get from her neck revealed large traces of hormones, also some agent that I haven’t, as of yet, been able to identify. My preliminary analysis indicates that it may be a hormonal stimulant of sorts. I won’t know for certain until I’ve crossed-referenced it to a sample of—”

  “In English, Green!”

  Missy ran her tongue over the head of his penis as she moaned. “Please, Roi, please let me have it. Let me taste it, taste you.”

  He wanted to give it to her every friggin’ way imaginable, but he couldn’t, not yet anyway. Her safety came first.

  “Green!”

  “Oh yes, sorry. If my calculations…excuse me, if I’m correct then they didn’t inject her with any shifter DNA, it was strictly hormones meant to stimulate the reproductive cycle.”

  Roi thought about what Green was saying. No DNA, but that didn’t make any sense. “Check again, I’m looking at her right now and trust me, she’s got were in her.”

  “Roi, I think I know what I’m talking about. There are no traces of DNA in the fluid she was given. Her blood work isn’t back yet, but I can tell you that they didn’t put the DNA in her. It was already there. And I examined the ‘flashlight from hell’ as you like to call it. It’s some sort of ultraviolet generator. The amount of light it generates in a concentrated area would have indeed damaged our retinas. It’s left no lasting damage on her, indicating that she’s supernatural.”

  “Are you saying that she had shifter DNA in her to begin with?”

  “I’m just pointing out that they did not inject her with it. You’re the one telling me that she is indeed a shifter. Since she was on Parker’s list of targets he turned over to Krauss, you be the judge.”

  It hit Roi then. His stomach dropped. “Oh God, she was one of the children the experiments were done on.”

  “Hey, heads up though, the colonel’s looking into her. He’s suspicious as to how she knows so much about the other side. We’ve been watching them for decades, Roi, and this little thing whips in and knows about their newest form of weapons. Worse yet, she wasn’t fazed by the fact that the I-Ops existed. The colonel’s not, as of yet, ordered Lukian to bring her back in, but if he does, I don’t think you’ll like what the government’s team of investigators does to her. My gut tells me that the colonel is keeping a lid on the development, but we all know what lengths they’ll go to in order to protect the program.”

  “Green, she’s on our side. She’s with PSI. I told you that. She’s the one who collected the information on Parker and Krauss’s experiments. Call the director and ask him about her.”

  Green sighed. “Lukian is trying to get in touch with him. It’s a bit like getting a hold of the President. You know he’s in but hundreds of people stand between you and him.”

  Roi’s gut clenched. The idea that his side, the side that he’d devoted his life to aiding, could possibly turn on his mate was too much. “I won’t let them have her, Green.”

  “Do you think I’d have brought it up if I thought you would? I know that Lukian would never take her from you, Roi, but that doesn’t mean PSI won’t make a play for her. Stay alert.”

  Missy sucked hard, yanking the tip of his cock farther into her mouth. Roi’s arms strained to keep her at bay. He was a lycan and extremely powerful, and the fact that tiny Missy was gaining on him scared the hell out of him.

  “Hold on, the tests are complete. Snow leopard, tiger, panther—she’s carrying almost every strand of large feline DNA out there. They’re all in small enough doses that I don’t think she can actually shift form. There’s more.” Green took a deep breath in. “Her panther DNA, upon initial examination, appears to be the same as mine, Roi. I was attacked, not introduced to the DNA on purpose; neither were the other scientists there.”

  Roi’s heart beat wildly as he tried to both keep Missy from sucking him off and pay attention to Green. With the prospects of the woman of his dreams having her mouth wrapped around his cock, it was a bit hard to put his full concentration on Green’s endless ramblings. If Missy’s life didn’t depend on it, Roi would have hung up on Green already.

  “Roi, she’s got some traces of Fae and vampire in her as well. The Fae is almost as strong as the tiger in her. It’s odd though. It’s acting as a coating agent. I’ll need to look into this more. One more thing, off the topic of your mate.”

  “What?” Roi couldn’t hold Missy off much longer.

  “I ran a study on that arm you sliced off one of the attackers. It has wolf DNA, tiger DNA, and I’m picking up traces of vampire. It’s a hybrid for sure.”

  “How the hell is this possible? I thought that Peren was the only person we knew with multiple… Oh you don’t think that some of the men who attacked us were also from Parker’s experiments, do you? Fuck, they made Missy into a multiple carrier over twenty years ago.” A sickening thought hit him. “Does she have any of Parker’s DNA in her? You know his attack on Peren is what assured she could mate with Lukian.”

  Missy licked her way down the side of his shaft. His balls tightened and for a second he thought he might shoot come out and onto her. While that sounded good, he needed to sort this out with Green first.

  “Roi,” Missy whispered as she tried even ha
rder to break free of his grasp while she went at his cock.

  “No, I’m not seeing any traces of it. And don’t panic. If you’re sure she’s your mate, then she is, Roi. Though it would explain why she gives you so much hell. She’s a cat and you’re a dog.” The laugh that came from Green shocked Roi.

  Missy grabbed hold of his sac, a bit rougher than he’d have liked, and began massaging his balls as she continued to lick his shaft.

  “Can I come in her?” Roi asked quickly.

  “What?”

  “Damn it, Green, it’s a simple question. Can I fuck her and come in her? A yes or no answer will suffice.”

  “I … Well … She is, I mean has always been a shifter, so yes. I think so.”

  “You think so? What the hell does that mean?”

  Green sighed. “It means just what I said, Roi. I’m not sure what will happen if you mix your DNA with hers. I’ve never had a chance to experiment on it… That’s it! I know why they injected her with a hormone. And Peren told me that she was drawn to Missy from the moment she met her, as were you. You both sensed that she was supernatural as well. She’s on the list of targets to be retrieved from the Asian experiments. The fact that they’d dope her up with an injection and then want to take her with them says that they needed to kick-start it.”

  “Kick-start what, her ability to shift? But I thought you…” Roi asked, grabbing hold of Missy’s shoulders and pinning her quickly to the ground. Being on top of her didn’t help matters any. His cock still wanted to explode and the wolf within still wanted to mark her.

  “No, not just that, if the only thing they wanted was to try to make her shift, they’d have injected more of one of the existing strands of DNA she carries into her. For some reason they wanted to make the supernatural side of her kick… Roi, is she exhibiting abnormally high signs of sexual behavior?”

  Glancing down, he surveyed their situation. Missy had already tried to impale herself with his cock, suck his dick, and was now moaning beneath him as she bucked her hips against him. Considering that two weeks ago, during their first safe-house experience, she’d made him sleep on the hallway floor instead of near her, it was safe to assume that she was indeed exhibiting odd sexual behavior. “Yeah, you could say that.”