“Mr. Dunn?”
“Oh, right. Grab Hayashi and Tersch and meet me in the garage. We have a meeting on the outside. Keep it quiet.”
“Yes, sir.”
Simon loved these Navy freaks. He himself had tried to enlist the minute he'd turned eighteen. Unfortunately, his asshole father had talked to someone in all four of the recruiting offices he'd visited. And Simon had been turned away. The dickhead had even managed to infect the local and federal police departments before succumbing to a most unfortunate accident, leaving poor Simon Dunn Owen Jr. all alone in the world.
Colonel Simon Dunn Owen's way of trying to control his son from beyond the grave.
No federal department would hire him, not until he'd joined Elliot Pearl in Project Dawn.
Suddenly enraged at his father's duplicity, Simon's hungers surged. He snapped at one of the techs in a white coat. The male knew what he wanted. Simon was a regular down here. After turning off the camera in a particular cell, the technician directed Simon to his favorite room. The female rogue beyond the glassed wall of her cell ripped at her restraints and cried out, but Simon could only see her mouth moving. He couldn't hear her beyond the soundproof glass.
“Make sure I'm not disturbed for the next ten minutes.”
“Yes, Mr. Dunn.” The tech nodded and stepped away, dimming the interior lights.
At the sight, the female opened and closed her mouth, tearing violently at the bands around her wrists. A new Circ, she hadn't quite gotten the hang of changing, much to Simon's delight.
He entered her cell and unbuttoned his trousers, more than ready to satisfy his needs. Hawkins and the others could wait. This wouldn't take long. He stared at the blood staining the leather restraints and smelled the tang of copper in the air.
No. This wouldn't take long at all.
Hale had timed his entry well. His squad joked and annoyed one another in the family room, waiting for the women to prepare dinner. Since Diego, their cook and Doc's traitorous lover, had left them three months ago, the women had taken to fixing the meals. Doc helped every now and again, but Kelly liked to dominate in the kitchen.
Probably dominated in the bedroom too, if that satisfied look on her mates' faces was anything to go by.
“Come on, playboy. Stop stalling,” McKinley rasped in his ear.
Shaking off the uncomfortable desire that swept over him again, Hale prayed his discomfort didn't show. His ass felt like hell, taking forever to heal. The damned monster behind him had fucked him raw, and he hated the fact that he not only deserved the pain, but that he had accepted and even gotten off on it. Shit. No wonder McKinley refused to have sex with Paige. In her human form, she'd break over that thick cock.
And speaking of Paige… She looked right at home smiling and laughing with the women in the kitchen. So goddamn gorgeous, so generous. If Hale didn't know better, he'd swear he was falling in love with her.
“Paige,” McKinley whispered, longing in his voice. “She looks good.” His hand grazed Hale's as they walked out of the hallway.
The connection settled Hale. Having Paige and McKinley together eased his worries, and he breathed a sigh of relief to feel his inner beast settling back into his skin.
To have gone even a second without his beast there guiding him had felt like being blind. He'd lost a crucial part of himself, and while knowing he'd owed McKinley, he hadn't liked being without the wildness that was a part of him.
Roane was the first to spot McKinley, who strangely enough projected no scent of his own. He smelled instead like Hale.
“Shit. I knew it.” Roane stood, and the others stood with him as well.
Ace and Zack vaulted over the kitchen counters to protect Kelly. Sabrina swore and took a step back. Caitlyn simply stared, her mouth open.
“Robbie!” Paige cried and flew at him. Hale stepped in front of McKinley to hold his friends back while McKinley accepted Paige in his arms. When no one made a move to interfere, he stepped back to keep an eye on McKinley.
“Robbie?” Derrick looked at Hale. “That asshole has a first name?” Sabrina answered from the kitchen. “Who knew?”
“Easy, everyone. This is McKinley.” Hale cleared his throat when everyone stared at him. “He comes in peace, to serve man,” he joked, referencing the monstrous robot from War of the Worlds. Unfortunately, no one laughed with him.
“You don't have to protect me, playboy,” McKinley growled. He caged Paige protectively in his arms, but he glared at Roane, as if in challenge.
Terrific. Just what we don’t need. A territorial battle.
Hale snarled at McKinley in a low voice, “Would you tone it the fuck down?
We're here for a discussion, not a damned no-holds-barred match.” At that moment, Doc entered through the back door into the kitchen. “Paige?” he called out. “I found a few more photos…” His voice trailed off as he took in the situation.
Hale sighed. “Would you all please settle down? McKinley isn't going to eat anyone, I promise. And Paige? Maybe you and he could sit together over there.” He pointed to an overlarge sitting chair in the living room. When no one moved, he tried again. “Look, I'll vouch for him. The rest of you, continue with dinner.” Sabrina narrowed her eyes. “Kind of bossy, aren't you? Anytime you want to peel potatoes, you let me know.”
Kelly smirked, totally ignoring McKinley's threatening presence. “Good one.” The men continued to stand, their claws bared, waiting to fight.
“Sit down,” Hale yelled, pleased when they shifted their shocked gazes from McKinley to him.
“Easy, playboy.” Roane was the first to back down. “We're just a little startled. We didn't realize we had two of Pearson Labs' finest.”
“Dick,” McKinley snarled, understanding the insult even though Paige didn't seem to. Unfortunately, everyone else did.
Hale's rage bubbled perilously out of control. When he would have advanced on Roane, Caitlyn hurried to step in the middle. At the same time, McKinley stepped forward and put Paige behind him. But as soon as he locked eyes on Caitlyn, he blinked hard and fell to his knees.
“Robbie?” Paige was by him in an instant, as was Hale.
“Dammit,” Hale swore, pulling McKinley to the chair he'd tried to get the male into earlier. “What's wrong?”
“Let me through,” Doc ordered. He pushed his way past the Circs hovering close and would have put his hands on McKinley, but Hale intervened.
“Ah, go easy, Doc. He's not always rational. I don't want him to hurt you.”
“Playboy, screw you,” McKinley breathed. “Not…gonna hurt…Paige's uncle.
Diego's friend.”
Everyone froze at mention of Diego, and then the noise grew deafening as they all insisted McKinley explain himself.
“Quiet,” Doc yelled, getting instant results. “Now, McKinley, open your eyes.” He did, and Hale was relieved to see them still that pale yellow. His new lover took a deep breath but kept himself from looking at anyone but Doc, Hale, or Paige.
“What happened?”
McKinley growled, but Paige cupped his cheek so tenderly it made Hale want to purr. Right. Mates together. Good.
“He has attacks sometimes,” Paige answered quietly. “He doesn't think I know, but I do.”
“Paige,” McKinley rumbled. “Shut up.”
“Don't tell her to shut up,” Caitlyn said.
McKinley groaned again and leaned his head back over the edge of the chair. “Can someone get that female out of the room?”
“That's a good idea,” Roane agreed. “I think all the women should leave.”