Tall, Silent and Lethal

by R. L. Mathewson

  “How badly do you want to fuck me?” she asked, getting lost in the feel of his erection in her hand.

  His answer was a vicious growl. He dropped his hands away from her face so that he could grip her ass in one hand, careful not to interrupt what she was doing and slid a finger inside her. She used her grip in his hair to steady herself as she pulled back so that she could watch him. His red eyes glimmered in the fading sunlight as she moved her hand back to the tip and wrapped her hand around it, holding it tightly as she spread her legs further apart. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for what she wanted to do.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, a choked sound leaving his lips as she shifted back and pushed back until the length of him was pressed against the crease of her ass. She used her hold on his hair and the one that she had on the tip of his cock and slowly rode his fingers, the movement rubbing his cock between her cheeks and caressing him in a way that she was willing to bet he’d never experienced before.

  “Do you like that?” she asked, moving down to take his fingers deeper inside her, and as a result, caressing his cock harder.

  “Yes,” he said hoarsely as he licked his lips hungrily.

  “Have you ever fucked a woman here?” she asked as she pressed her bottom more firmly against his cock.

  “No,” he admitted with a groan.

  Smiling, she leaned forward until their mouths were almost touching, but not quite. “Do you want to fuck me here?”

  “Yes!” he snarled.

  “How badly?” she asked, knowing that she was playing with fire and not really caring. Her nipples brushed against his chest with every movement. His thick fingers filled her nicely as his cock teased her ass, making her want something that she’d only tried once and hated, but with him, she was more than willing to give it another shot.

  “Badly,” he admitted through clenched teeth, and with a triumphant smile, she leaned back, releasing her hold on his hair and on his cock. She kept leaning back, loving the confused expression on his face. She kept moving back until she found herself lying on the ground between his spread legs, her arm folded behind her head and her free hand gliding absently over her stomach as she bent her legs and spread them wide.

  “Well, that’s too bad, because tonight you need to focus on somewhere else,” she practically purred as she moved her fingers lower, deciding that perhaps he needed a visual aide.

  Once again, she was wrong.

  Chapter 47

  Fucking little tease, he thought with a growl as the thoughts of sliding his cock in her ass evaporated and he was presented with an unobstructed view of her wet pussy.

  She was soaking wet.

  Praying for control, he licked his lips and shifted until he was on his hands and knees. He watched while Cloe moaned, licking her lips as she slid a finger inside herself. She was so beautiful, he thought as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against her stomach before he shifted back just far enough so that he could press a kiss to the back of her hand working between her legs.

  “My turn,” he managed to get out as he waited for her to remove her hand.

  With a soft moan and one last slide of her fingers, she pulled her hand free and allowed him to lick her fingers clean. She tasted so damn sweet, he thought, forced to reach down and grip his cock to stop himself from spontaneously coming. She’d worked him up to the point that his control had almost snapped several times, but he wasn’t complaining. Not when he had the woman that he loved driving him out of his mind.

  She pulled her fingers away from his mouth and cupped his cheek as he lowered his mouth between her legs. He didn’t waste time teasing her, not when she was this wet. Instead, he slid his tongue inside of her without any hesitation and fucked her with it. He slid his tongue in and out of her, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he struggled not to come. Even with his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, squeezing it as he tried to think of anything else but fucking her, it was difficult while he had his tongue buried inside her.

  “Christofer,” she moaned his name, rocking her hips against his mouth as she rode his tongue. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

  Fresh arousal coated his mouth as he felt her core tighten around his tongue, holding it hostage. Cloe rocked against his mouth, moaning his name incoherently as she begged him not to stop. He wouldn’t, not even if it meant spilling his seed on the ground instead of inside her. He’d do anything for her.

  He moved his tongue in and out of her, flicking the tip of his tongue up so that it would catch her in just the right spot. The scent of Cloe’s arousal enveloped him as he continued to fuck her with his mouth.

  “Oh, God,” Cloe moaned as she continued to ride his tongue. “More! Please!”

  Putting all of his weight on his knees, he reached around with his hand and placed it flatly against her stomach so that his thumb could reach her sweet spot. As soon as his thumb touched her clit, she detonated, flexing her hips up so suddenly that he damn near lost his tongue and fingers in the process.

  When he felt her tremors start to slow down around his tongue, he pulled his tongue and fingers away and moved up her body, pressing quick, desperate kisses against her stomach and breasts as he went. The hand suddenly gripping his hair and yanking him away from her nipple brought him all the way up and suddenly he found himself kissing her harder than he’d ever kissed a woman before. Their tongues battled, desperate for contact as he lowered himself over her and with a quick thrust, sheathed himself inside her.

  He pulled back and fucked her with quick, hard thrusts, too desperate to draw it out. She’d kept him on edge too long and the feel of her wrapped around him was driving him out of his fucking mind.

  “You feel so good,” she moaned against his mouth as he reached between them and palmed one of her breasts, wrapping his hand around it as he pinched her nipple gently between his fingers.

  “You feel better than good,” he groaned against her lips as he was forced to pull his mouth away, the need to bite her too intense to ignore.

  But, he couldn’t do that. So instead he closed his eyes and licked his lips as he concentrated on the feel of his cock pushing inside her. She felt fucking fantastic.

  “Christofer, I-I need to…to…oh, God!” she screamed, coming so hard that he was the one left seeing stars as he continued to push past her quivering walls.

  He didn’t need to ask to know what she needed since he was battling that need himself. He simply turned his head, exposing his throat to her and said, “Take what you need, mein Schatz.”

  A hungry groan escaped her as she struck, a little gentler this time, but it was enough. The first pull on his neck had him bucking inside her, the second had him fucking her hard and fast and the third had him roaring her name as his cock swelled and his balls pulling up tight as he exploded. The words, I love you, almost followed, but somehow he managed to hold them back, but just barely.

  *-*-*-*

  Manhattan, New York

  “He’s positive?” Aidan asked, looking past the Alpha, that he was forced to play nice with, to the fucking traitor standing by the boardroom doors.

  “Yes,” Thomas said, gesturing for the mutt to come forward.

  With a shake of his head, the mutt reached for the doorknob. “I did my part. He can find his own fucking property.”

  Aidan returned his attention to Thomas, confident that his men would grab the mutt before he had a chance to return to the Sentinel compound. Working against his own kind, Aidan thought in disgust as he focused his attention on the man that better have more answers for him.

  Thomas sighed heavily as rubbed the back of his neck. “My Pack is against marking humans,” he began to explain as though Aidan fucking cared.

  “My Pack isn’t,” he said evenly, in absolutely no fucking mood to discuss morals and all the bullshit. They were human concerns and rules, and he refused to live by them.

  Humans were beneath them in every way possible and if pricks like this one didn’t see that, then
that was his problem. He wasn’t here to get into a debate. He was here to get his fucking property and bring her and his prize back. Once he brought her home, he would fuck her into submission and use his prize to tip the odds in his favor.

  “Obviously,” Thomas said, shooting him a look of disgust as he shifted his attention to the large grid map of Manhattan.

  Perhaps he’d bring his Pack back up here when they were ready and tear this piece of shit and his fucked up excuse of a Pack apart, he thought idly as he followed Thomas’ finger to a starred section on the map. It would certainly put a smile on his face, he mused as he caught the hostile scent coming off the Alpha and the men that were leaning against the walls, watching his every move.

  “This is the Sentinel compound,” Thomas explained. “My men have been stationed around it since word spread.”

  “Any sightings?” he asked, wondering if Cloe was going to be happy to see him, or if she was going to be pissed.

  Pissed, definitely pissed, he thought with a smirk. That would be more than fine with him since it would make fucking her into submission more pleasurable.

  “No one has seen her or the Pyte,” Thomas said, confirming his suspicions, but just in case…..

  “How do you know it’s a Pyte?” he asked, turning his attention to look around the large office where the pussy to his right and his Pack practiced law during the day so that they could blend in with humans.

  Fucking traitors, he thought once again with disgust.

  “They were brought in by a team from upstate. The shifters in the compound scented them before they’d stepped foot inside.”

  “Them?” he asked, his mind locking in on that one word.

  Thomas sighed, not looking at all happy about answering his questions. Not that he had a choice. Aidan’s marked property had been taken into his territory and as Alpha of the controlling Pack, it was his duty to get Aidan’s property back no matter the cost. The Alpha wasn’t happy about it and no doubt would love nothing more than to separate Aidan’s head from his body, but as long as his property was in this territory, he was untouchable.

  “A group made up of Sentinels, shifters and Pytes delivered them to the compound,” Thomas said, sounding pissed with himself for answering.

  His brows shot up with surprise. “More Pytes?”

  “Apparently the Sentinels have several working for them,” Thomas said, shifting his attention to a stack of files on the long boardroom table that took up more than half the room.

  “Interesting,” he murmured, as he considered trying to grab more than one, but after only a few seconds he decided against it.

  He only needed one for what he had planned. Besides, there was no way that his Pack would be able to capture more than one Pyte. At least, not yet. Maybe in a few months, if his plans worked, he’d be able to work a few more Pytes into his plan. If not, he’d just have to make sure that he found a way to take them out permanently.

  “The last we’d heard, they were being held on the secure floor before they broke free. The male lost it to bloodlust and they had to bring Kale Quinn in to handle the situation,” Thomas recited absently as he looked over a file.

  Aidan couldn’t quite hide his surprise. “Kale Quinn is helping the Sentinels?” he asked, sure that he’d misheard.

  Kale Quinn might be a mutt, but last he knew, the Alpha wasn’t a traitor. He was a ruthless piece of shit that would fuck over his own kind for a buck however.

  Thomas nodded as he picked up the file and gestured for the man standing across from him to take it. “He’s been doing freelance work for the Council.”

  “I see,” Aidan said, mentally adding the traitor to his list.

  He normally didn’t bother dealing with traitors, but for Kale Quinn, he would make an exception. The man was too powerful, if all the rumors were to believed, to be allowed to work with the enemy. But, it was going to have to be dealt with another day, because right now he had other things that needed to be handled.

  “Where is she now?” he asked, making sure not to give away his interest in the male.

  “The last anyone saw of her, she was being transferred back to the secured floor with extra security,” Thomas explained, his attention back on the large pile of folders in front of him, but there was something in the way that he’d shifted ever so slightly that told him that there was something the Alpha wasn’t telling him.

  “And?” Aidan said softly, because he didn’t need to yell, the threat was clear.

  He watched as the man shifting through files stilled. There was a heartbeat of charged silence before Thomas sighed, dropped the file he’d picked up and turned around to face him.

  “They removed your mark,” Thomas growled, his eyes shifting silver as he snarled the last word.

  “That’s impossible,” he snarled back, because he’d made damn sure when he’d marked her that no one and nothing could remove it.

  She was his.

  Thomas’ disgusted expression shifted to downright smug as he announced, “It’s very possible, especially since a Pyte made her his mate.”

  He felt his stomach drop as his heart skipped a beat, knowing what the Alpha just announced was impossible.

  “She’s mine!” he snarled viciously.

  The other man didn’t cower or cringe as he gestured for him to get his ass out of his building. “Her mate may have a thing or two to say about that and now that I’ve done my duty, you can get the fuck out of my offices and go handle this bullshit on your own, you sick fuck.”

  “You owe me aid in recovering my property!” he snarled, his rage keeping his feet locked in place.

  “No,” Thomas said coolly with a shake of his head as he turned his back on him and returned his attention back to his files, “I owed you information and now you’ve got it.”

  “I want my property back!”

  “Then I suggest you think of something quickly before the vampires get their hands on her, because from what I’ve heard, they just put out a reward for her………..and her mate.”

  Chapter 48

  “Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” Kale snarled, clearly unhappy with Chris’ choice of entertainment to pass the time.

  Chris sighed dramatically. “I’ve lost my place,” he said with a shake of his head. “I guess there’s nothing to do but to start over again.” He pointedly cleared his throat, preparing himself for another round of “A thousand bottles of beer on the wall,” but before he had the chance to utter another syllable of torture, Ephraim was slapping a hand over his son’s mouth and ending his son’s reign of terror.

  “Thank fucking God,” Caine said weakly from where he sat with Danni curled up in his arms and somehow fast asleep.

  Ephraim wasn’t sure how she’d managed to block out Chris’ bullshit, but he had to admit, he was impressed. Over the last couple of hours he’d been forced to remind himself that he loved his son and would regret killing him, but a few times he found himself reaching out to strangle the little bastard. While his son normally loved nothing more than to aggravate the shit out of the shifter straining against his chains so that he could wrap his hands around Chris’ throat, he’d gone overboard this time.

  Then again, Chris hated being restrained almost as much as he did, but what made matters worse was the fact that Chris couldn’t get to his mate. He could tolerate being away from her for a few days only because he knew that he could drop everything and go to her or at the very least, call her. This time, there was nothing. He hadn’t spoken to his mate in over twenty-four hours and it was killing him.

  So, of course he was taking it out on the rest of them.

  “Is anyone else here curious how one Pyte not only managed to take us all by surprise, but also survived the car crash without so much as a scratch and managed to chain us all up together like ragdolls?” Danni asked from the safety of her mate’s arms as she continued to lie there with her eyes closed.

  He shared a look with Caine. Oh, they were more than a little curious and
judging by the way that Kale’s eyes went all silver at the reminder of his recent ass whooping, he was also curious.

  “I’d love to know how he did it, especially just coming out of bloodlust,” Chris said against Ephraim’s hand.

  “You and me both,” he muttered, dropping his hand away from Chris’ mouth even as he shot his son a warning glare not to start the bullshit back up again.

  “She didn’t have a mark on her either,” Caine added, looking thoughtful.

  “That’s because he wrapped his body around her and protected her,” Chris pointed out, wincing as he shifted his broken arm. It was already halfway healed, but the process hurt like hell. Not that Chris would let anyone know just how much pain he was in. He hated being fussed over by anyone but his mate.