Under normal circumstances, the Ryon she'd come to know would've given her a disarming grin and made good use of their privacy. But he merely complied, his face gray. That scared her more than anything.
Leaning against her for support, he eased the fatigues past his hips, and off. Daria sucked in a sharp breath. "Lie down."
Ryon settled down on his back, eyes fixed on the trees. He hadn't looked at the wound and Daria didn't blame him. Lord have mercy, how was he going to be able to walk? At best, they had a day left to travel before their job was complete and they reached the team.
"How bad is it?"
She touched his shoulder, dreading what she had to say. "Let's put it this way. Your part in this op is over. Starting now."
. . .
Ryon propped himself up on his elbow and squinted at the wound. A vicious oath sprang to his lips, but he suppressed it. Two rows of bloody punctures marched horizontally across his right thigh. The creature had attacked from the side, clamped down on the leg, and pulled him to the bottom of the lagoon. Their struggle had been brief, but vicious.
Daria's brows furrowed, her eyes soft with worry. "Bend your knee. I want to see underneath." He did, hissing between his teeth. "Easy. Oh, boy. You have a matching set on the back of your thigh."
"Terrific," he muttered, lying on his back again. "A human pincushion."
"Hey, you're darned lucky he didn't crush the bone, or worse, hit an artery. As it is, keeping your leg from getting infected before we can reach your team will take a miracle."
Ryon shrugged. "We're only losing a couple of days total by doubling back to get the evidence on August. I'll keep." In truth, the acidic poison from the creature's bite was a slow burn in his tissue, seeping toward the bone, making him sweat.
She gaped at him. "Didn't you hear what I said? You're done. I'm taking you to meet the guys, and you're going to let them get you to a hospital."
"I'm the one who knows where August's computer room is located. Without me, you're done, too."
Daria frowned. "What do you mean? What computer room? Is there another- Oh, no. I'm not going to like this, am I?"
"I got a message from Nick a few minutes ago that he received some intel on August's estate. The office and the computer you were trying to hack is supposedly a decoy. August keeps the real computer setup in a secret room underneath the house. It's made of solid concrete walls, and the entry door has a keypad. You have to know the code to gain access."
"Please tell me Nick was able to get the code."
"He passed along what he thinks might be the code," he muttered. "Let's hope it works."
"Plan B if it doesn't?" She knew the answer before he said it.
"There is no Plan B. If it fails, we're going to die together."
"I won't accept that. I'll take one of the Pack with me to finish the job."
Another man. One of his friends, taking care of his mate while she went into danger. Stupid as it was, a hot spurt of jealousy stabbed his gut. "No."
"Be reasonable. That wound is going to get infected, and with you sick out here, the op is endangered. I'm the one who knows my uncle's estate best, secret room or not."
The leg could damned well fall off before he'd allow her to come back into this hellhole without him. The very thought of having to wait days for word of her safety was enough to make him sick. And if August caught her, she'd die horribly. Disappear without a trace.
"We finish this together or not at all," he emphasized. His tone left no room for further argument. "End of discussion. Now, patch me up and stop harping at me."
"Harping?" Daria fisted her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Stubborn, hardheaded idiot!"
She looked like an angry goddess with her shiny raven hair falling around her shoulders. He couldn't help but manage a tired smile.
"And you are my angel. I'd wrestle all the beasties in the universe for you."
"Oh, Ryon," she said on a sigh. The irritation on her lovely face vanished. "You're impossible."
"Kiss me," he said in a hoarse whisper.
"I think I can handle that."
Cupping his cheek, she bent and covered his lips in a slow, tender kiss. So good, so right. A warm, fuzzy haze descended over him and he became weightless. Daria's touch had a way of banishing the ache in his body, his heart.
As he watched her clean and dress his wounds, he prayed that they would survive this and go home.
Where they both belonged.
. . .
Afternoon light penetrated Daria's eyelids and she stifled a groan as she awoke from the brief, unplanned nap. Much more pleasant was the weight of warm, solid male draped across her. Too warm. Obviously, he'd needed the rest.
"What am I going to do with you?" she whispered, combing his hair out of his face; then she touched his forehead and uttered a curse. He had a fever. Carefully, she wiggled out of his hold.
Ryon's lashes fluttered open. For a couple of seconds he seemed confused. Then it passed and he pushed up to a sitting position and gave her a boyish grin.
"Hey, beautiful. I woke up to find my arms empty. Now, why is that?"
"I had to breathe, for one. You were squashing me."
In an instant, his expression turned sorrowful. "Sorry. Come here and allow me to check your sweet person for bruises." The predatory gleam in his eyes made her pulse race.
"Oh, you are so bad."
"I'm trying. A little cooperation, please?"
"Take it easy, hotshot. You're already getting a fever."
"Yes," he growled meaningfully. "I am."
Ryon patted the blanket beside him and her gaze dipped south. He was gloriously naked, and not a man to let an injury get in the way of his desires. "I can see that."
"See what you do to me?" He cupped the back of her head and drew her to him.
Her mate captured her mouth, tongue sweeping inside, devouring. Hot and demanding, it speared her, darting in and out. Tasting, igniting the flames. He wasn't asking. This was 100 percent pure male, taking what belonged to him, and it sent a thrill of joy straight into her soul.
He took her hand, guided it to him. "Only yours, angel."
The smooth texture of him was wondrous. Satin and steel. She was glad she'd undressed before joining him for their nap as he bent and captured one delicate nipple in his teeth. He grazed it, sending little circles of delight through her belly.
His fingers crept along the inside of her thigh until they found her center. They flicked the little nub until she moaned, spreading her legs wider. He dipped two fingers inside, stroking, driving her mad.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "So hot and wet."
"Ryon, please."
He gave a wicked laugh, rubbing the sensitive mound with deliberate slowness. Any second, she would fly apart.
"Please what?"
"I need you inside me," she panted.
Ryon hauled her into his lap facing him, her legs straddling his thighs. He hissed in pain as she bumped his bandages. Before she could scoot off him, big hands encircled her waist. He lifted her slightly, then seated her atop him, burying his shaft deep.
Linking her arms around his neck, she looked into his face, and began to pump her hips. Lips turned up, he gazed back, the raw sexual heat in his eyes threatening to burst her into flames.
"That's it, ride me. I'm yours," he murmured.
Daria thrilled at his words, as the two of them joined together. The slick hardness of him, filling her completely. Sliding up and down, she moved slowly at first, needing to become familiar with every inch of him. Every decadent sensation. She leaned into him, stroking her bud along his shaft, flirting with making them both lose control.
"Daria, baby, you're killing me."
Ryon's breathless plea pushed her over the edge. He'd closed his eyes and tilted back his head, cupping her bottom. This big, strong man had given himself over to her seduction. A powerful, feral beast, tamed in her arms. She'd never seen anything so totally erotic.
Her control shattered and she rode Ryon hard. She clasped him tight, hands splayed on his back, enjoying the play of his muscles as he met her thrusts. Molten waves crashed over them, carrying them on a red tide. He went rigid, his cry of fierce, savage pleasure mingling with hers, merging their souls. Spasms rocked them as his release poured into her.
They held each other for a while, unmoving. A tendril of fear snaked its way into her heart that this happiness was fleeting. That she would lose him before this was over.
"We should get ready to go. The day is almost gone," Ryon pointed out.
"Wish we didn't have to."
"There's nothing I'd like more than to blow off this whole thing." He sighed. "Sometimes it sucks being the good guy."
"I wouldn't have you any other way."
He winked. "Really? Because I'm saving my bad boy side just for you."
"Sounds good to me."
They began to gather their things and finally headed out for her uncle's estate. If they managed to escape him a second time, it would be a miracle.
. . .
The scent of his mate on his own skin was driving him out of his frigging mind. He wanted to throw her to the ground and make love to her again. And again.
The woman had turned his heart inside out. Like a little boy playing with matches, he hadn't been able to resist her spark. The flames would burn out of control, consume them. And it would be worth the burn.
He wasn't sure whether he'd tasted heaven or had been cast into hell. Probably both. Pausing, he wiped the sweat from his brow. Her nearness wasn't the only reason he was about to spontaneously combust.
"Are you okay?" Daria asked, touching his shoulder.
He turned and gave her his best reassuring smile. "No worries."
She wasn't buying. Feeling his forehead for the hundredth time, she scowled. "I think your fever is getting worse, and you're limping."
"I was nearly the main course for lunch. Of course I'm limping."
"Men can be such idiots. Here, let me take your temperature again."
She slung her pack off, but he laid a hand on her arm. "I am not putting another one of those paper thermometers under my tongue. Put it away, will you? You're starting to freak me out."
"You've had worse things in your mouth, my wolf. And last time I checked it was one hundred point three."
"From being near you, angel."
She scowled. "Insufferable man."
He sighed in exasperation, but he had to admit it was nice being fussed over by his beautiful woman. "You've cleaned and changed the dressings. There's nothing else to do, so stop worrying."
"The wounds are red and angry, Ryon. We need to get you out of here."
"And we will, as soon as the job is done."
Daria uttered a ripe curse, and he laughed. "Come on, my stubborn mate. Let's go."
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, except for Daria's occasional poking and prodding. They talked about trivial subjects, mostly growing up, families, and school. He learned that Daria had been valedictorian of her senior class, while he'd been the guy voted most likely to wind up in the Marines, like his father, though he'd taken a different path with the Navy. He'd had a bit of wandering spirit, even in his youth.
Close to dusk, they made camp as close to August's estate as he dared. He found a secluded spot in the foliage for them to await their next move.
Daria checked his wounds and temperature again, clearly unhappy. "Nearly one hundred and two. Your wolf isn't fighting this off."
"We'll be inside August's complex tonight, right after dark, get what we came for, transfer those files to the compound, and then we're out. By this time tomorrow, we'll be on our way home. I'm good."