Sweeter Than Honey: (Scifi Shapeshifter Erotica) (The Revenant Chronicles Book 1) by Mina Carter, J.William Mitchell Read Free Book Online Page B

professionals, Dozer, Bull and Tucker knew the risks too. This is a dangerous profession; people die for a variety of reasons.” She sighed. “So sure, go ahead and blame their deaths on me, if that makes you feel better. But when you finally get your head out of your ass, maybe you can put the bullshit aside and tell me what you do want from me and why we are here, because I’m pretty sure you didn’t invite me to this hellhole just to yell at me.”
    His expression unreadable, he reached into his back pocket and pulled free a data-chip. “My ops guy pulled this from a battle-comp we managed to swipe. Sweetheart, you’ve got a mole. That’s why I called bad intel.”
    She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she allowed this bit of news to percolate in her head. A mole was a serious matter; it meant the enemy knew exactly what they were doing and when they were going to do it. She had arranged the particulars on this operation herself, calling in her best analysts to review the data, but the final details were things she put together on her own. Jensen knew this. When she opened her eyes, her cool demeanor had returned as she regarded him calmly.
    “So all this time you knew there was a mole on our end.” It hadn’t been a question. That came next. “Was that dramatic tirade legitimate or purely for show?”
    He shrugged. “No, I’m pissed as hell and don’t trust a word you say right now.”
    “I see.” She nodded as she pocketed the chip he’d given her. “Tell me, was I supposed to walk out of here alive if I didn’t satisfy your curiosity, or would that have been taken care of outside?”
    If she thought he’d been angry before, it was nothing to the fury that raged in his unusual eyes now. His entire body was rigid, muscles taut as anger rolled from him in waves.
    “That… was out of order,” he finally said, his voice low. “I might be an animal, but even so, I don’t engage non-combatants.”
    Animal? Did he mean literally or figuratively? She could have pointed out that if he thought she’d betrayed their team and caused the deaths of his comrades, if she’d been in his position, she wouldn’t blame him for killing her slowly either. But she held her tongue. Somehow he didn’t seem to think she was involved; otherwise, he wouldn’t have told her his suspicions of a mole, nor would he have given her the data chip… if it were legit.
    “But you don’t trust me anymore, do you Jensen?” She held his gaze, focusing on the mesmerizing colors swirling in his eyes that she‘d always thought were outrageously beautiful for a man, especially one as dangerous as him. “Do you distrust and hate me so much that you would walk away? After all the good we’ve done, things the government can’t or won’t do? After all the lives we’ve saved?”
    “Hate?” His eyes narrowed at the word, and he took half a step forward. “I don’t hate you. I may not trust you, but I don’t hate you.” He seemed to wrestle with something for a moment, a moment in which she became very aware of just how close he was. Far closer than she normally allowed people to stand.
    Another growl was her only warning before his hand caught her around the nape of her neck, and she was hauled up against his hard, muscular body. His mouth crashed down over hers in a rough, hot kiss. But before she could register what was going on, he shoved her away and strode for the door.
    If his goal had been to stun her speechless, then Tessa would have to admit he did a damned good job. She never expected the kiss. Worse still, she had been ill-prepared for how it affected her. If his growls made her nervous in a way that she wasn’t sure stemmed from apprehension or anticipation, then there were no misunderstandings with that kiss. From the top of her head all the way to the tips of her toes, which she could have sworn had curled in the onslaught, she felt the heat permeate her body to ignite a fire within her.
    Her mind