Primal Law (Alpha Pack #1)(11)

Kira smiled nervously at Jaxon. "Nice."

Jaxon stared at her, struck speechless for a few seconds. He could see in the dark just fine, and the shadows did little to hide how her smile lit the inside of the SUV, which tightened his groin into a painful knot. She wasn't just pretty-she was incredible.

"I suppose I can look forward to more intros when we arrive?"

"Um, yeah. You'll meet our boss and another teammate, as well as a bunch of doctors and scientists who live and work there."

Her brow furrowed. "All of you live on-site?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Hmm. Your compound is located in Shoshone National Forest," she said slowly. "That's government property."

"Right again."

"And if your facility is there, and everyone resides there as well . . . You all work for the government, then. Top Secret stuff. Special Ops?"

"Something along those lines." He grinned at her. "You're quick, Miss Locke."

"Kira, please." She caught his gaze, held it.

The air thickened, the moment stretching taut. To his surprise, he was the first to look away. Even his wolf was overwhelmed, in addition to being aroused to the point of madness. He cleared his throat. "Call me Jaxon, or Jax," he said. "And before you ask, yes, the 'Top Secret stuff' you mentioned includes the abilities you've witnessed in us so far."

"Something tells me what I've seen barely scrapes the surface."

"You're batting a thousand."

At that, she went silent and stared pensively out the window at nothing, because there was literally nothing to see other than the blanket of stars crowning the desert sky.

Jaxon had just begun to be lulled to sleep by the darkness and the motion of the vehicle when they arrived at the landing strip. Ryon hit the opener for the wide door, pulled the SUV straight into the hangar, and the overhead lights came on, activated by motion sensors.

Jaxon straightened as a sudden thought hit him. "Our bags are at the hotel."

"No, they're back here," Aric said. "Z-Man must've worked his charm on the concierge to get 'em so fast."

Zan snickered. "She owed me a favor. I collected."

Ryon parked and Aric handed their bags forward. Jaxon took his and shouldered it as he got out of the SUV, and then headed toward the jet. A cheery blip sounded from behind him as Ryon locked the vehicle, and the clomping of boots on concrete filled the cavernous space.

As they walked, Jaxon noted that Kira stayed close to him. Which pleased him to no end, and confounded him as his every reaction to her had so far. It didn't make sense, this need to protect, to place himself not only between her and danger, but between her and the men he loved like brothers. He barely restrained himself from snarling at Zan, who took her hand and politely helped her step into the plane before Jaxon thought to offer.

And her scent is still driving me freaking insane. I'm losing it.

Kira's voice broke into his musings. "Where's the pilot?"

Aric climbed in and grinned at her. "That would be me, sugar britches. Still feel safe?"

She leveled him with a frosty glare. "I have a name. It's Kira. And I never said I felt safe-he said I should feel safe." The look was pointed as she glanced at Jaxon.

Aric laughed and headed for the pilot's chair. "Yep, you've got a live one, pal. Have a blast with your new babysitting gig."

"If anyone needs a babysitter it's you," she shot back. "Or a spanking, more like."

Jaxon winced. She'd walked right into that one.

His friend pounced on the opening. "Don't threaten me with a good time unless you plan to follow through. Whenever, wherever you want me to drop trou, say the word, sugar britches-oops, Kira." He winked, completely ignoring the lip she curled at him in disgust, then turned in his seat and fired up the engine.

"Don't mind him," Ryon advised her as he and Zan took seats behind her and Jaxon. "He's so immature he still hikes his leg on the sofa."

That cracked up everyone. Except Aric, who shot the finger to the passengers in general as he taxied the plane from the hangar.

"Is he always so cranky?" Kira asked in a low voice.

Jaxon shrugged. "Nah, Aric's a good guy. Don't know what's up, except maybe he's not too happy about our aborted weekend off."

"Oh." She grimaced. "Sorry about that."

"Not a problem."

As Aric guided the craft into position at the end of the runway and hit the juice, Jaxon was surprised by how sincerely he'd meant what he said. It wasn't a problem-for him, anyway. He should be at least a little annoyed to be on his way back to their isolated outpost rather than enjoying a two-day romp in Sin City. On the contrary, he just didn't care.

And that was what really bothered him.

He was hardly aware of the plane lifting off. Instead, he conjured a memory of the last time he'd spent a weekend with Alexa in his bed. The bottle blonde on her hands and knees as he thrust into her heat. How hard he'd been, unable to get enough. The delicious throb as he held off coming, wanting it to last.

But here and now. . . The memory shriveled his dick and filled him with a sense of repugnance. As did thoughts of tonight, when she'd rubbed against him like a cat in heat, and he'd responded. Had allowed the call girl to lead him to a dark corner and suck his cock, with the intention of doing so much more.