Page 55 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

She turned her head and glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. Oh, he was going to pay for that one.

"Good evening, Morganna," Drage finally greeted her as everyone else continued to watch her.

She turned her head, meeting Drage's gaze directly.

"Hello, Drage." She ignored the delicate tensing of Clint's hands in her hair.

Drage's lips twitched as he glanced at Clint. "She's going to be difficult to tame, McIntyre," he informed Clint.

"Eventually she will be." Clint's voice hardened in determination, and though Morganna well understood the act they were involved in, she was suddenly intensely glad it was an act. Because she knew Clint could be a very dangerous man to cross.

"I'm surprised you pulled off making her wear the collar," an older gentleman across from them commented. "She never wears another's mark, nor has she allowed a chain to grace her own neck. Congratulations."

What the hell was she, a trophy? She looked at him through her lashes, memorizing his face. His tone was insulting, his gaze disapproving, as he stared at her.

"I don't make her do anything, Collins," Clint stated with an undertone of exasperation. "Morganna is here by choice, as I assume Velvet is."

Velvet being the twenty-something blonde sitting at the older man's feet, her head lowered. She was dressed in a black velvet dress that hugged her figure and left little to the imagination. Her breasts were nearly bursting from the too-tight bodice, and the slit running up the thigh stopped just shy of her hip.

"Of course she is; aren't you, sweet?" He patted the blond head as though she were a favorite pet.

"Of course," Velvet murmured, her head still lowered.

Morganna placed Collins high on her list of suspects at that point.

Morganna watched the gathering as the discussion moved to county politics, the age-old argument. The waitress brought Clint's drink, then set Morganna's water on the low table. She stared at it. Hard.

A second later Clint reached forward and set his drink on the table beside hers. The whiskey sour just called to her. She bit her lip, glancing away before an imp of less than submissive impulses took hold of her.

She reached out, lifted his drink, and took a fortifying sip as she ignored the flicker of amusement in most of the expressions around her. Everyone's but Collins'.

"Morganna sweetheart, that was mine," Clint said, an edge of steel in his voice. "I may have to punish you."

His fingers tightened sensually in her hair. And that just wasn't fair.

"I'll remember that," she answered in reply, barely holding back a smile at the silence that filled the group for a moment.

"So, Jayne, has your little boy toy managed to suppress his fondness for other women?" Collins asked then, turning to Jayne. "He seemed to take particular pleasure in fucking Hawkins' woman the other night."

Oh man. Morganna's gaze flew to Jayne and her "boy toy." Jayne's fingers ruffled through his black hair.

"It was quite arousing, wasn't it?" she said softly. "He has such a way about him. I believe the girl enjoyed it greatly."

Todd bent his head, kissed Jayne's leather-covered knee, and winked subtly at Morganna.

"If I remember correctly, he took particular delight in helping Clint last month with that girl from Merlin's," Collins piped in as he smirked at Morganna. "Your master enjoys sharing his women, Morganna."

"He used to enjoy sharing his women perhaps," she stated calmly. "No longer."

Collins lifted his gaze to Clint. Morganna didn't bother turning to see the fury blazing in Clint's eyes; she knew it was there. It was reaffirmed by the slight paling of Collins' face.

She was also aware of the fact that that the men watching her had suddenly become more intense, their gazes hotter. One in particular, Hawkins, watched her with blistering lust as his hand tightened in his sub's hair. And as Morganna watched, wide-eyed, the woman moved between his thighs, her finge

rs obviously loosening his pants.

They wouldn't.

They did.

---