I stroked him with the palm of my hand. “Do you think your friend will join us? I want to suck on you while he’s behind me.”
By that point, Mark—the guy with the sideburns—was sold. He set his weapon on the table and fumbled with the latch on his own belt. Most guards in the Breed world weren’t as gullible as this, so that told me they were not only human, but Delgado surrounded himself with idiots.
I stood up, undoing the button on my jeans, looking every bit as anxious to get this threesome on the road. The man in front of me tucked his gun back into the holster beneath his jacket and then began stroking himself. So I turned to Mark and licked my lips seductively. His eyes hooded, and when he bent down to take off his shoes, I kneed him in the nose.
Blood spattered everywhere, and I elbowed the other guy in the ribs before pulling the gun out of his holster and sliding it across the floor. When I stood back up, he wrapped his arms around me like a boa constrictor. I used this to my advantage and pulled my feet off the ground, kicking Mark in the chest. He flew against the wall, gasping for breath.
Wheeler appeared out of nowhere and clamped his hand around the throat of the man holding me. I wriggled free just as Mark leapt to his feet, wiping his bloody nose with the back of his arm.
I lowered my eyes to his crotch and giggled out of control. It made him look, and when his own pride distracted him for two seconds, I scratched him in the face with my nails. Pain exploded in my eye when he swung his arm around and struck me, causing my panther to snarl. I tempered that fury and channeled it into my attack.
I’d never been in a fight like this, and I hadn’t known a punch could hurt so much. I grabbed a small statue from a glass table and struck Mark over the head with it. Spatters of blood painted the walls like a Pollock work of art. Before he could rise up, I struck him again.
The other guy was at a disadvantage with his pants wrapped around his ankles, and it took only moments before Wheeler incapacitated him as well.
I gulped down a breath and placed a hand over my racing heart as I looked around the house. It was large enough that no one upstairs would have heard us.
“Where’s Reno?” I asked.
He snatched my wrist and we rushed through the room, analyzing the layout of the house. When we hit the kitchen, we backtracked into an open area with a massive crystal chandelier above our heads and a circle of gold rings beneath our feet.
We rushed up a flight of stairs and I hurried my pace when I heard a commotion. A voice shouted, something crashed, and Wheeler climbed two steps at a time until he was out of sight.
“Wait!” I shouted. I reached the top of the stairs, panting and holding on to a stone lion as I focused my attention on the noise coming from a wall straight ahead. The banister looped around in a semicircle to my left with an open lounge. The carpeting up here was chocolate brown, and the furniture white.
Doors didn’t line the hall, but rather entranceways. On the right, I glanced into a sitting area with a door. There were two brown chairs and a plant between them that reminded me of a doctor’s office. I moved farther down toward the noise until the hall curved left, revealing a row of doors.
My legs propelled me forward at breakneck speed when a woman shrieked. “Skye!” I shouted. “Skye!”
Fists were flying and a mirror crashed to the floor as Reno fought a guard. Inside an open doorway, Wheeler was sitting on a man’s chest with his hands wrapped around his throat.
Skye was on the bed with her knees pulled up. I rushed to her side and pulled her into my arms. “Let’s go!”
Something held her back, and then I noticed the handcuff attached to a thick slat of wood in the headboard. “Wheeler! I need a key for handcuffs.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “I’m a little busy.”
“Can you stop choking him for two seconds? I need a key.”
“If you wait two more seconds, I’ll have that key.”
I cursed and hurried around the bed, shoving Wheeler off-balance. The man gasped, struggling to pull in air. I flipped him over and felt in his pockets until I found what I needed.
“Now you can finish,” I said with annoyance.
After removing Skye’s cuffs, I cupped her face. She looked dreadful. “Honey, are you okay? Did they hurt you?”
“I want to go home. Please take me home.” Her arms were shaking and she tried to grip my shoulders. I couldn’t tell if she had been hurt since there were no marks, but she appeared weak and exhausted. I helped her up and we moved toward the hall.
By then, Reno had knocked out the guard he’d been fighting.
“Take her,” I said.
He hooked his arm around Skye’s narrow waist. “I got you.”
“I have something I need to do,” I said, jingling a set of keys in my hand. “If there’s anyone else in here, I’m not leaving them behind.”