Psy & Changelings 06 - Branded by Fire by authors_sort

Sometimes, it wasn’t about strength, it was about intelligence. “Oh?” she said, and very deliberately ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip.
    Riley sucked in a breath and the wolf was gone between one heartbeat and the next. “Using sex to distract me?”
    “Whatever works.” Oddly enough, much as she liked to piss him off, she didn’t like to see Riley hurting. Not over this. He’d gone through hell when Brenna had been abducted. So now, she grinned and said, “Plus, I know you’re going to be tormented by that image the rest of the day.”
    To her surprise, Riley’s lips curved. Just a little. Just enough to make her stomach dive. “So, you want to play, kitty cat?”
    “Men.” A disdainful snort, but Riley saw the flash of something richer, hotter, far more enticing in those changeable leopard eyes. Good. Because this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
    “Can we get back to work now?” An arch question.
    No one ever talked to him like Mercy. If he hadn’t had her all but purring for him only a night ago, he’d have imagined she didn’t know how. “There’s not much more we can do at this stage.” He thought over their options. “Lucas and Hawke have taken care of getting the word out to our informants, and looks like the Bakers weren’t able to give us any other possibilities to investigate. Have the comm lines been tapped?”
    She nodded. “Nate organized it. Techs know to check all other cell phones and computers in the house—data’ll go through to Dorian automatically.” The blond sentinel was a genius at computers. “He’ll alert us if anything jumps out.”
    “I’ll get Brenna to work on the satellite end of things.”
    Mercy knew SnowDancer had full control of at least one satellite so that made sense. “I also tagged some out-of-state packmates while we were back at Tammy’s. They’re going to go chat with Nash’s friends at MIT.”
    “Then, until we get a tip about the van, or the scene processing team comes up with something, we wait. Could be the abductors contact us.”
    Mercy made a sound of frustration. “I hate waiting.”
    “Leopards are good stalkers.”
    “The human half of me prefers action.” Kicking at the grass, she nodded. “Okay, you’re right. Are you going to head back to the den or stay down here?”
    He glanced at his watch. It was five after four. There was a chance something would break today. “We might as well go over the new training schedule.”
    “I’d rather eat needles.” But she started walking back to their vehicle. “Why did we think it was a good idea for the cat and wolf juveniles to mix?”
    “So the alliance would become stronger.” Riley wasn’t sure anyone had realized how volatile the combination would be. Leopards and wolves were both predators used to being at the top of the food chain. Add teenage hormones to the pot and you had a recipe for trouble. “It needs to be done.”
    Mercy’s cell phone rang before she could respond. “Yeah?”
    “Merce,” came Rina’s voice, “I’m tracking two gorgeous men heading to your place. Do I let them go?”
    “They’ve got safe passage,” Mercy muttered, rubbing at her temples. She loved her grandmother to pieces, but she was going to strangle her for this. “And I don’t plan to be home anytime this century.”
    “You need to make time, because wow. Hot. Beautifully, lickably hot.”
    “You’re welcome to them.”
    “Oh, no, I think they most definitely want you .”
    Mercy hung up to the sound of the younger woman’s laughter . . . and realized Riley’s wolf was in his eyes. “Don’t go there.” She immediately turned down the volume of her phone.
    “Who are they?”
    “No one you need to concern yourself about.” Shoving the phone into a pocket, she raised an eyebrow. “You hungry?” Neither of them had eaten since before lunch.
    It took him a long time to respond, but he finally nodded. “Yeah.”
    They ended up parking in front of a fast-food