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marks, that went from
the top of his forehead down to his jaw on the left side of his face.
    The man was hissing something in
tones too low for Elena to hear at the man he was restraining, trying to settle
him down. Her lust fizzled out as she watched the strange show in front of her,
and curiosity surged instead. She’d almost be willing to hand Ivanov’s duty
weapon over to him if she could find out whatever it was that the stranger said
to him that seconds later put that weird look on his face as he still stood
staring at her.
    What the fuck was going on here?
    ***
    Gage
    “Get your shit together before
you expose yourself! Do you want a death sentence for letting the woman
see that you can be orange, fluffy and cute like a kitten?”
    Like a bucket of ice cold water had
been dumped over his head, he stopped struggling with his friend and fellow
teammate and reason started to return for Gage. Jesus. Tyson was right. He’d
almost flipped his shit in front of Demos and taken her. Granted, she seemed to
be willing, but he’d been so out of it that there was no telling what he would
have done to the woman. Kissed her? Hell yes. Flipped her onto her stomach,
pulled her up on her knees with her shoulders pinned to the floor, slipped her
pants over her ass and shoved inside of her till she could feel him in her
tonsils? More than likely. Which was bad, because who knew if anyone was back
here with them in one of those offices with the doors shut? But what made it
all worse was that Gage couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t have really fucked
it all up and let some of his beast out in some way. His claws or canines could
have made an appearance, and his eyes changed color with strong emotions. Like
what he was feeling right now. Mind boggling lust. If he’d given into that
desire to take her like the animal he really was, and someone had seen
something, he’d be a dead man walking. Fuck .
    Gage leaned his head back against
the wall, closed his eyes so he was no longer looking at the woman he wanted to
screw seven ways from Sunday, and took a deep breath to calm himself.
    “You cool now dipshit?” Tyson
asked.
    Clearing the lump from his throat
Gage rasped one word. “Yeah.”
    “This is my fault so I’ll take care
of it. You just stay right against this wall behind me and don’t move until
it’s time for us to leave.”
    Gage wanted to ask his friend why
he thought the fact that he’d officially flipped his shit was somehow his fault
but couldn’t manage more than deep slow breaths in and out. The sooner he got
out of this building, off base, and on his way home, the better. He’d met a
potential mate or two over his lifetime, but no one that had caused this kind
of reaction. This was just ludicrous.
    He heard Tyson talking in low tones
to Demos, but was still a little too out of it to understand what was being
said. His sensitive hearing picked up the dial tone of a phone before the beeps
of buttons being pushed to dial a number. He didn’t bother to open his eyes and
see what was going on. Tyson would take care of the situation as he said he
would. The man had never failed to have his back in the hundred or so years
that he’d known him, Gage didn’t really expect him to let him down now.
    With the surge of adrenaline
running through his body, and battling his tiger who was still fighting to
break free of its human shell, Gage damn near felt buzzed in the head. He
wasn’t sure how much time was passing as he stood there getting his shit
together, but eventually the sound of Demos’ raised voice cut through and
penetrated his brain.
    “Do you have any idea how much
trouble you could have gotten him into? You Special Forces guys all think
you’re all so special and above everybody else, but I swear to God that if you
ever pull some shit like this on my base again I’ll throw you in the brig so
fast your head will spin.  Right after I kick you in the nuts for all the
trouble you’ve caused me. Here’s