“My motorcycle?” he gritted out, furious.
She waved her hand towards the bartender.
“Oh. Ramirez locked it up in his garage. Hawke or Danson can bring it back to you in the morning. They have the keys. ” She shrugged as though she hadn’t just handed his prized machine over to the biggest thief in the territory.
“Hawke,” he gritted out.
“Yeah, Jake,” Hawke’s voice was wary.
“Get my fucking cycle. Now!”
“Uh, sure, Jake. ” Hawke’s voice was carefully controlled, but Jacob heard the underlying laughter in it.
“Let’s go. ” He gripped Faith’s arm, careful to keep an eye on her. He wouldn’t put it past her to bite him again.
Docile, her small smile more worrisome than comforting, she followed him out to the SUV. He opened the door for her, watching with a slow burning anger as she jumped pertly into the seat. His hands were clenched into fists as he stared down at her.
“Are you ready to pay for your pleasure now, Faith?” he asked her, fighting for control.
She looked up at him, her gaze slumberous, sexy.
“Jacob, I always pay, one way or the other, for my pleasures. I learned that lesson the last night in the Labs. ”
The husky, sensual tone of her voice, the cynical cut of her words was a double-edged sword spearing into his loins. His cock throbbed, reminding him of the near to bursting erection contained in his pants. How the hell could he get hard again, this fast? His cock would soon be raw if he didn’t do something to contain Faith and her damned impulses.
He leaned forward, noticing that she did nothing to shrink away from him. Her eyes narrowed, and damn her to hell, she licked her lips with a slow, wet swipe of her tongue that had him nearly coming in his pants.
His lips covered hers, hard, savage, his teeth nipping at them when she didn’t open immediately to the hard thrust of his tongue. When they parted, he surged forward, his hands going to her shoulders, pulling her closer as he growled into the kiss.
Hesitantly, her tongue stroked his, washing over the fevered glands that pulsed at the side of his tongue. She knew what he wanted. Knew what it would do to her. His hand tangled in the short strands of her hair, pulling her head back as a whimpering moan issued from her throat.
“You know what I want,” he bit out, nipping at her lips again. “Do it, Faith. ”
“Not yet, Jacob. ” There was a plea in her voice, and a hunger that fed his own.
“Now,” he ordered against her lips, his voice hard, unrelenting. “Now, Faith, or I won’t be responsible for what happens right here, in front of this damned bar. Now do it. ”
His tongue plunged into her mouth again as a moan ripped from his throat. His tongue throbbed almost as hard as his cock, the glands at the side aching with the need to release their potent intoxicant into her system.
Her tongue stroked over his, igniting a lust that would have blinded him had his eyes been opened. Then her lips tightened, her tongue stroked again, and then she began a gentle sucking sensation that had his entire body tightening, raging with such unbearable need and pleasure that sustaining control became a gamble as each second went by.
He felt the pulse of the glands, the emission of the hormone that would send her body into such heat, such lust, that he knew she could never deny him. She moaned into his mouth, her hands moving from his arms to his head, spearing into the thick strands of hair as she fought to bring him closer, to draw more of his taste, his essence into her.
“Damn, Jacob, you’re going to incite a gang rape if you don’t get her the hell out of here. ” Hawke’s voice was furious. Jacob pulled reluctantly away from Faith, and glanced over his shoulder at the crowd that had gathered.
He slammed Faith’s door and stalked to the other side. When he pulled away from the bar, he looked over at her. His teeth clenched hard, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel as he saw her breasts, swollen and hard, moving beneath her shirt. Her nipples were hard and the scent of her arousal was drowning him in lust.
“Bastard,” she whispered.
“Had you left the alcohol and the coffee alone, you could have handled it,” he bit out, furious with her and with himself, for his own lack of control and his reluctance in forcing his dominance on her earlier. “I told you, Faith, your system will not tolerate it right now. ”
“You just might be surprised at what my system can do,” she muttered heatedly, crossing her arms under her breasts and sitting back in her seat with an unladylike snort.
Jacob could smell her anger, almost as crisp and hot as her arousal. He wanted to shake his head; confused by the creature that had taken the place of the soft-spoken woman he had once known. This woman was proud, tempestuous, and so damned reckless it terrified him.
“Trying to ignore me will not help the situation, Faith,” he bit out as he headed for the hacienda. “You know what you did tonight cannot be tolerated. Do you think you are not in any danger? Have you forgotten the Coyote Breed mercenaries who hunt us like rabid dogs? Or the Council Soldiers who would love nothing better than to rape a Breed female in heat?”
“Now would be a good time for either of them to try me,” she growled.