Tall, Silent and Lethal

by R. L. Mathewson

  She dropped her head back against his chest, moaning as he slowly fucked her. The sounds of the tide coming in mixing with her moans was like music to his ears. He would never tire of hearing her moan his name while her tight sheath gripped his cock, caressing it like a fist and robbing him of rational thought.

  “I love you,” he gasped against her neck as she reached back and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him prisoner and no doubt hoping that he’d finally give in and give her what she’d been demanding for months now.

  His bite.

  Every time they made love, she tried to coax him into biting her, but he always refused, too afraid that he’d go too far, but not tonight. After he’d overheard the real reason why she was so desperate for his bite while she’d spoken with Madison over the phone tonight, he’d realized that she needed this. She needed to know that she was safe with him and even though she’d assured Madison that she’d never felt safer and more loved, he needed to show her that she would never have a reason to fear him.

  “What do you want, mein Schatz?” he whispered near her ear.

  “You know what I want,” she moaned.

  “Tell me anyway,” he said, smiling when she let out a vicious little growl.

  “You’ll just say no again,” she reasoned, tightening her grip on his hair as he continued to slowly thrust inside her.

  “Try me,” he whispered softly, pressing a kiss against her neck and nearly groaning when she released a little tremor that had her sheath tightening around his cock.

  “Will you do it?” she asked, her voice trembling as she rewarded his cock with her juices.

  “Yes,” he said, mentally calculating the number of bags that he’d gorged on while she’d bathed to prepare himself and wondering if he should sneak back into the kitchen to down another bag when she took the decision out of his hands.

  “Then do it,” she said breathlessly, tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck for his bite.

  He leaned down and pressed a kiss against the sun kissed skin and said, “Not there.”

  “What?” she asked, sounding confused as he slowly pulled out of her.

  “Turn around and spread your legs,” he ordered, already dropping to his knees in front of her.

  Licking her lips nervously, she slowly turned around and leaned back against the wall and after a slight pause, she spread her legs for him.

  He nearly came from the sight of the glistening pink lips between her legs. “Beautiful,” he murmured reverently as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against her slit. “Absolutely beautiful,” he whispered, as he cupped her thighs and gently pushed them apart.

  “Christofer,” she moaned, threading her fingers back through his hair as he decided to take a little taste of the sweet little pussy that he craved day and night.

  He worked his tongue inside her, loving the way she struggled to keep still, but every few seconds she’d lose a little more control and rock her hips against his tongue. He hoped this would be enough to distract her and to give her some pleasure. He’d done this to a lot of women in his past, but never for a woman like Cloe, who knew what could happen if he lost control.

  Knowing just how important this was, he withdrew his tongue and moved his mouth to her swollen nub. He took it in his mouth and gently suckled as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the tiny bud of nerves, but it was enough to get Cloe close. When she started to tremble and her breaths became choppy he made his move.

  He moved his mouth away, making sure to replace his mouth with his fingers out of fear that she would tense up, preparing for his bite, something that could turn this into another nightmare. Careful not to disturb her pleasure, he gently suckled the pulse point near her sex as his fangs slowly descended in his mouth. With one last prayer that this wouldn’t send her screaming, he bit down.

  Cloe screamed as liquid ecstasy poured down his throat. He prepared himself for her attack, expected it, but instead she brushed his hand aside and replaced it with her own, working her clitoris in time with his mouth. The scent of her arousal intensified, nearly smothering him as he continued to feed from her. He could hear her fingers working her wet folds, the sound erotic and dangerous as it threatened to make him lose control.

  Just when he didn’t think that he could take anymore, he found his mouth suddenly dislodged and his back hitting the cold patio tiles and his cock once again sheathed in Cloe’s body.

  “I take it that you liked it,” he said with a strained chuckle as he sat up and wrapped his arms around his mate.

  “It was okay,” she said, panting.

  “Liar,” he chuckled, as she wrapped her slim arms around his neck and used the move to ride him.

  “Shut up, Hoodie,” she said with a mock scowl as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his.

  “Shutting up,” he mumbled with a grin as he felt Cloe’s lips curl up into a matching grin.

  As she kissed him, he couldn’t help but wonder what he’d ever done to deserve such a wonderful life.

  *-*-*-*

  He really needed a vacation, he decided as he slammed the silver tipped dagger into the heart of the werewolf, who’d been a heartbeat away from crashing through the woods and going after the couple making love on the patio, again. When the werewolf released a whimper that threatened to alert Christofer and Cloe of his presence, he twisted the dagger, making sure to cut the heart in two, instantly killing the large beast.

  When he was sure that the beast was dead, he pulled the knife out of the body and shoved the beast into the pit he’d dug earlier when he’d spotted the shifter following the woman that he’d stupidly claimed as his. Every time he hunted the couple down to the check on them, he found them being hunted by demons, shifters and vampires. He shook his head in disgust as he heard the couple start up all over again.

  This honeymoon was exhausting him as well as giving him another reason to hate Pytes. As he picked up the shovel and started burying the body, he decided that they damn well better name this child after him to make up for all the bullshit that they were putting him through.

  Bastards…….

  Williams Mansion…………

  Karma really was the best, Danni decided with a pleased little sigh as she sent Chris flying across the room.

  He landed with a grunt and a loud groan that put a smile on her lips. She really couldn’t help it. For too many months the big bastard and his father had taken great pleasure from “toughening her up” and now…….

  Now, she was savoring the sweet revenge that came from a combination of powerful Pyte blood and years of Sentinel training. God, life was good. Could it get any better?

  “Kill. Me,” Ephraim mumbled a few feet away from her.

  Smiling, she decided that yes, life could definitely get better. She moved to get in a few more minutes of sweet revenge before she had to meet Caine for patrol only to stop when she saw that Jessica was already heading towards her grandfather to finish him off with a few new nose grabs and giggles. She looked at Chris and considered going a few more rounds with him, but the fact that he could barely move kind of wrecked it for her.

  “I’m going to kill that SOB for giving you his blood,” Chris mumbled pathetically.

  “Getting a good work out?” Caine asked as he walked into the training room, chuckling when both men flipped him off.

  Ignoring them, she rushed over to Caine, only pausing for a split second to kick Chris, and wrapped her arms around her mate. He pulled her into his arms with a pleased smile. Three months later and it still felt like a dream.

  Her cancer was gone. Completely gone. She had her blood tested every week and so far, nothing. She couldn’t get over how good she felt, how strong and fast she was and she wasn’t the only one. Caine had benefited from her blood as well. He was stronger and faster than ever. They both healed faster and needed less blood. They weren’t sure if this was going to last forever so for right now, they were going to enjoy it and all its benefits, she though
t with a smirk as she turned her head to shoot Chris a wink as the large Sentinel struggled to get to his feet, only to fall flat on his face with another groan.

  “I think that we can safely say that she’s toughened up now,” Ephraim said weakly as Jessica attacked his nose.

  “I can’t believe that you would do this to your own family,” Chris muttered with a pout as he raised his tattooed wrist as a pointed reminder that they’d marked themselves to show their support. It was sweet, very sweet and touched her deeply, but….

  That still hadn’t been enough to save them from a well-deserved ass whooping.

  “You want to go upstairs before we have to head out?” Caine offered, brushing a kiss against her lips as he reached up and cupped her jaw. She caught a glimpse of his matching tattoo before she closed her eyes and savored his touch.

  “We don’t have time,” she grumbled, wishing that that they’d taken Ephraim up on his offer to patrol for them tonight.

  “We can switch with Ephraim,” Caine suggested, nibbling on her bottom lip.

  “I-I can’t feel my legs,” Ephraim muttered, earning a chuckle from Caine and an eye roll from her as they broke apart to glare at the big baby.

  Before she got a chance to mock him, Madison walked into the large room, looking grim and close to tears. She swallowed nervously as she weakly held up a blood stained piece of paper.

  “Madison?” Ephraim said, his paltry wounds instantly forgotten as he got to his feet and quickly limped over to his mate. “What’s wrong?”

  “He’s got her,” she said, choking back a sob.

  “Who?” Ephraim asked, gently cupping his mate’s face as he searched for answers.

  “Jill! The bastard has my sister!”