held a sleeping Regan in her arms.
“I’m not a part of your pride,” Gideon finished.
She wasn’t sure if the your was directed at her or Tah. If there was hurt in Gideon’s eyes at what he’d overheard her say, she couldn’t be certain. He merely glanced at her then dismissed her, and she had no one to blame but herself.
“Abby said you’ve been helping out down in the labs. I have questions I think only you will be able to answer,” Tah said.
“I’ll tell you what I can,” Gideon said and moved across the room, placing himself as far from Vic as he could get.
She crossed her arms over her chest, pissed. At herself. At him. At every fucking thing. She didn’t feel shit. She called it like it was and never pulled punches. So why did she wish she’d kept her mouth shut or at least that Gideon hadn’t heard her?
Reno walked in, followed by Logan and Murphy.
“I see you found her,” Reno said.
“I headed in on my own,” Vic said.
Reno inhaled. “Another problem?” he asked softly.
Jesus! “No,” Vic gritted out.
Tah shook his head at Reno. “Let’s take a seat,” he said, indicating the informal seating area.
Murphy patted her shoulder as he passed. His lack of comment made her suspect he’d already spoken with Finn. The Professor looked frazzled, as if he’d been pulled unwillingly upstairs to join them. Abby smiled softly at her. That’s when she realized they were all giving her a wide berth, as if she were a fucking delicate flower. Her gaze skirted over to where her man leaned against the wall.
Her man? Where the fuck had that thought come from? Sex didn’t make her stupid. Ever. And it sure as hell didn’t fuck with her head. She needed to gain some goddamned control over herself.
“Vic?” Tah asked, and she realized they were all settled, waiting for her to join them.
She forced her feet to move, and the closer to Gideon she walked, the higher her temper flared. She’d ignore him. Pretend he wasn’t fucking there just as he was doing with her. That was the plan at least. Then she smelled him, and it made her mouth fucking water for a taste of him. That’s when she decided to say screw it. Everyone in the room knew they’d had sex. You couldn’t hide that shit from these guys. It did no good to act otherwise. She walked right up to the motherfucker, reached up and used his hair to jerk his head down to her.
“Victoria,” Gideon said as she claimed his attention.
All her focus was on Gideon. His eyes were that gorgeous neon green again when she swore she’d seen blue when he’d first walked in the room and briefly met her gaze.
“Gideon,” she said as she planted herself in front of him. “Are we good?” she whispered though she knew most of those in the room would be able to hear her anyway. Private conversations were a rare commodity when you lived with a group of shifters.
Gideon angled his head, despite her tight grip on his hair, and gave her a strange look.
“Are we?” she asked again.
He nodded, questions in his gaze, which she chose to ignore.
She nipped his bottom lip—couldn’t resist the desire to taste him, however briefly. Then she took a step back and turned to face the rest of them, widening her stance and crossing her arms over her chest. She glared as she placed herself between Gideon and the rest of the room.
“I know you all smell him on me, and yes, we had sex,” she stated.
“Shit,” Tah grunted as the rest of the men glared.
Vic knew it wasn’t directed at her, but those glares were exactly why she was speaking up.
“I started this,” she said. “My choice. I expect you all to respect it and leave him the hell alone.”
She felt Gideon’s hands on her hips then she was lifted out of the way.
“I don’t need anyone to stand in front of me,” he stated gruffly.
“And I just want to make it clear that I’m the only one with a say in who I sleep with,” she stated.
He quirked a brow at her, and she knew he was
“I’m not a part of your pride,” Gideon finished.
She wasn’t sure if the your was directed at her or Tah. If there was hurt in Gideon’s eyes at what he’d overheard her say, she couldn’t be certain. He merely glanced at her then dismissed her, and she had no one to blame but herself.
“Abby said you’ve been helping out down in the labs. I have questions I think only you will be able to answer,” Tah said.
“I’ll tell you what I can,” Gideon said and moved across the room, placing himself as far from Vic as he could get.
She crossed her arms over her chest, pissed. At herself. At him. At every fucking thing. She didn’t feel shit. She called it like it was and never pulled punches. So why did she wish she’d kept her mouth shut or at least that Gideon hadn’t heard her?
Reno walked in, followed by Logan and Murphy.
“I see you found her,” Reno said.
“I headed in on my own,” Vic said.
Reno inhaled. “Another problem?” he asked softly.
Jesus! “No,” Vic gritted out.
Tah shook his head at Reno. “Let’s take a seat,” he said, indicating the informal seating area.
Murphy patted her shoulder as he passed. His lack of comment made her suspect he’d already spoken with Finn. The Professor looked frazzled, as if he’d been pulled unwillingly upstairs to join them. Abby smiled softly at her. That’s when she realized they were all giving her a wide berth, as if she were a fucking delicate flower. Her gaze skirted over to where her man leaned against the wall.
Her man? Where the fuck had that thought come from? Sex didn’t make her stupid. Ever. And it sure as hell didn’t fuck with her head. She needed to gain some goddamned control over herself.
“Vic?” Tah asked, and she realized they were all settled, waiting for her to join them.
She forced her feet to move, and the closer to Gideon she walked, the higher her temper flared. She’d ignore him. Pretend he wasn’t fucking there just as he was doing with her. That was the plan at least. Then she smelled him, and it made her mouth fucking water for a taste of him. That’s when she decided to say screw it. Everyone in the room knew they’d had sex. You couldn’t hide that shit from these guys. It did no good to act otherwise. She walked right up to the motherfucker, reached up and used his hair to jerk his head down to her.
“Victoria,” Gideon said as she claimed his attention.
All her focus was on Gideon. His eyes were that gorgeous neon green again when she swore she’d seen blue when he’d first walked in the room and briefly met her gaze.
“Gideon,” she said as she planted herself in front of him. “Are we good?” she whispered though she knew most of those in the room would be able to hear her anyway. Private conversations were a rare commodity when you lived with a group of shifters.
Gideon angled his head, despite her tight grip on his hair, and gave her a strange look.
“Are we?” she asked again.
He nodded, questions in his gaze, which she chose to ignore.
She nipped his bottom lip—couldn’t resist the desire to taste him, however briefly. Then she took a step back and turned to face the rest of them, widening her stance and crossing her arms over her chest. She glared as she placed herself between Gideon and the rest of the room.
“I know you all smell him on me, and yes, we had sex,” she stated.
“Shit,” Tah grunted as the rest of the men glared.
Vic knew it wasn’t directed at her, but those glares were exactly why she was speaking up.
“I started this,” she said. “My choice. I expect you all to respect it and leave him the hell alone.”
She felt Gideon’s hands on her hips then she was lifted out of the way.
“I don’t need anyone to stand in front of me,” he stated gruffly.
“And I just want to make it clear that I’m the only one with a say in who I sleep with,” she stated.
He quirked a brow at her, and she knew he was
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