Tall, Dark & Furious (A Pyte/Sentinel Novel Book 6)

by R. L. Mathewson

  I hope you enjoyed reading Tall, Dark & Furious as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you have a moment and would like to leave a review, I would truly appreciate it.

  Thank you,

  R.L.

  A Sneak Peek at

  Unstoppable

  A Pyte/Sentinel Novel

  &

  Irresistible

  A Neighbor from Hell Novel

  Unstoppable

  A Pyte/Sentinel Novel

  Chapter 1

  Manhattan, New York

  “You like that?” he asked in a husky voice. “Then you’ll love this.”

  He ran the tip of his tongue around the little nub, careful not to touch it. Haley squirmed beneath his hands, trying to find relief. He slid two fingers inside her but switched to one when he realized how tight she was. He was glad that he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t had sex in a while. He wanted her desperate for him.

  Finally, he ran his tongue over her sensitive little nub, earning a moan so he did it again and again while slowly sliding his finger in and out of her. He had to close his eyes. He was so close to coming and she hadn’t even touched him yet. He prayed that he wouldn’t embarrass himself tonight since he planned on being inside of her for most of the night.

  Her sheath tightened around his finger like a vice. He sucked her clit between his lips while flicking his tongue teasingly over the little bundle of nerves.

  “Jason...Jason...” she moaned his name softly for several minutes as he licked her out. “Jason!” she finally screamed his name as her body throbbed violently around his finger.

  “Who writes this garbage?” Ashley asked, shaking her head in disgust as she turned the well-worn book over in her hands and looked for the name of the author.

  R.L. Mathewson.

  Mrs. Marshall really needed to set some standards on the books that she accepted, Ashley thought as she turned the book back over and continued reading. Who reads this crap? she had to wonder as she turned to the next page and leaned back against the metal bookshelf to get more comfortable while she read this horrible book that she fully planned on putting down.

  He waited until she lay boneless on the bed, panting before pulling away and slowly licking his lips and fingers clean before he leaned over and kissed her.

  “Condom,” he said through clenched teeth. He was on the edge of coming. He’d never been more turned on in his life. He wanted to fuck her in every position imaginable and then in some that he was pretty sure were physically impossible, but he was willing to give them all a try.

  He felt Haley go still beneath him. It was so quick that he almost missed it. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she pushed him off. Shit. She was still pissed about earlier.

  “Haley, I- fuck!” he groaned loudly, well yelled really, as Haley in one swift move yanked his boxers down and took him in her hot, wet mouth. He braced his hands on her shoulders while she worked him. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth with a well-practiced move that nearly had his eyes crossing.

  She cupped his sack with one hand, rolling it in her palm, making him groan and his hips buck. He forced himself to be still so that he wouldn’t hurt her. She met his gaze when she slowly took him in and-

  “I don’t think this book is meant for you, sweetie,” a deep voice said just as the horrible book that she was not planning on checking out was plucked from her hands.

  Blinking in surprise, and really, by now nothing should surprise her, Ashley looked up to find a cute young guy in his twenties with light brown hair and blue eyes standing in front of her. Adjusting the backpack hung over his shoulder, he leaned down until he was almost eye level with her and gave her one of those patronizing smiles that she was used to seeing before someone opened their mouths and made a complete ass out of themselves.

  This time would be no different.

  “Where’s your mommy, sweetie?” he asked in a voice better used on babies and small toddlers, probably trying not to scare her, which she could appreciate considering the fact that he probably thought that she was ten years old and for a good reason. She was barely four feet tall, wore her long blonde hair in a braid, had the face and body of a child, and was forced to wear this pink blouse with purple hearts on it thanks to the clothing industry’s refusal to make business-casual clothing for children.

  Still…

  “Where’s yours?” Ashley shot back, wondering if she was ever going to make it through a day without being reminded about just how wonderful it was to be her.

  Blinking in surprise, he mumbled, “Umm, home probably.”

  “Did you need something?” she asked, reaching out and plucked the book that she’d been reading out of his hand and put it on the shelf, making a mental note of where she’d put it for later.

  So, she could make sure that it was adjusting well to its new home, of course.

  “Are you lost?” the man asked, clearly deciding that he wasn’t going to be sidetracked from his purpose.

  “No,” Ashley said slowly before turning innocent eyes on him, “are you?”

  Blinking, and she couldn’t help but note that he did that a lot, he stood up to his full height with a frown and glanced around the library, probably looking for some poor adult foolish enough to lay claim to her. When he didn’t find anyone, he looked back at her with one of those patronizing smiles and said, “Why don’t we go find Mrs. Marshall, hmm?”

  “I’d really rather not,” she said, honestly not sure if she could handle listening to her boss gush about her ten perfect grandchildren today.

  “I think it might be for the best,” the man said, clearly determined to see this thing through.

  Sighing, she gestured lazily around them. “I work here,” she said, hoping that it would be enough to put an end to this conversation so that she could finish shelving the new books.

  “Sure, you do,” he said absently, as he shifted his attention to glance around them, again.

  Deciding that she’d had enough for one afternoon, she walked past him, grabbed hold of the old book cart that Mrs. Marshall refused to replace even though it was long past its prime and now completely dependent on duct tape, cardboard, and countless prayers to function, and pushed it towards the next aisle. Ignoring the grinding noise the wheels emitted with the short push, she grabbed a few books off the cart and headed down the next aisle.

  “Look,” the man who apparently wasn’t going to drop this so that she could finish putting these books away before she left for the day, said, “why don’t we go see if-”

  “I’m not ten. I’m forty-five,” Ashley said, not bothering to look back to see how he was taking the news.

  “I see,” he murmured thoughtfully, clearly not buying it.

  She could explain that she’d stopped growing when she’d turned ten or that she had a well-known condition that kept her looking like a child, but since she didn’t make a habit of explaining her condition to everyone that gawked at her, she didn’t bother explaining it to him. Instead, Ashley continued placing the rest of the books into their new homes and ignored him until he finally took the hint and walked away.

  Once she finished putting the rest of the books that had been donated over the weekend away, she went back to grab that horrible book so that she could make sure that no one else wasted their time reading it only to discover that it was gone. Somewhat depressed that her plans for the night were ruined, Ashley made her way to the back room and punched out, thankful that Mrs. Marshall wasn’t waiting for her with more pictures of her grandchildren.

  Grabbing her bag, she headed out the side door and in seconds she was just another body walking along the busy Manhattan streets. She liked living in the city where she could blend in easily with the crowd and just…

  Disappear.

  For the fifteen minutes that it would take her to walk to her apartment, she was invisible. No one looked at her, gave her a patronizing smile or made her feel like she belonged in a traveling freak show. Those fifteen minute
s twice a day meant the world to her. For those fifteen minutes, she was completely free to pretend that she was just another woman walking home after work.

  During these brief walks, she wasn’t a grown woman trapped in a little girl’s body, a thing that didn’t belong in this world or the one that she’d been thrown out of and wasn’t supposed to know about. She was just another person to ignore.

  Until she reached her apartment, she was free.

  All too soon that freedom that she cherished ended and she found herself in front of the apartment that she could barely afford. As she let herself into the studio apartment that never failed to depress her, she couldn’t help but wish that she had a cat just so that there was someone to greet her at the end of the day. It didn’t matter that cats didn’t seem to like her or that she considered them the spawn of Satan, she just wanted someone waiting for her when she came home.

  When she flicked on the lights and found several large men waiting for her, she decided to take this as proof that cats were, in fact, evil.

  Chapter 2

  Manhattan, New York

  “No,” Kale said, shaking his head as he rubbed his hands roughly down his face, really hoping that this wasn’t going to take all fucking night.

  “Mr. Quinn-” the shifter sitting behind the massive oak desk began to say only to clear his throat as he fiddled nervously with a button on his Armani suit while he regarded Kale nervously.

  “Kale,” he said flatly even as he scented the air, absently noting that the other Alpha was afraid, but given the circumstances, Kale really couldn’t blame him.

  Vane shifted in his seat. “Kale,” he said with a nod as he continued, “What I’m offering you should more than make up for the unusual task that I’m asking you to do.”

  Kale held up a hand stopping the younger man. “I’m not a fucking babysitter, Vane.”

  After a slight hesitation, Vane picked up a thick folder off his desk, no doubt on him, making Kale’s eyes narrow dangerously on the shifter until he reluctantly nodded and put the folder in one of his desk drawers while Kale studied him. If he didn’t know better, Kale would have thought the man sitting across from him was twenty-five years old, but Kale’s senses placed the man at around a hundred and fifty, making him his junior by almost a thousand years. From what he’d heard, the Alpha was a crafty son of a bitch who’d overindulged his only son. This meeting was only proof of that.

  “I did my research and from what other Packs have said, you are the best and worth every penny of what I’m offering you.”

  “I’m well aware of my worth, Vane. The problem is that you’re attempting to hire me for a job that a thirteen-year-old girl with acne could do.”

  The man’s lips twitched slightly. “I realize that this is a rather unorthodox request, but quite necessary I assure you.”

  Kale leaned back in his chair and studied the man for a moment. “Why exactly are you trying to hire a mercenary to babysit an eighty-year-old werewolf?” Kale asked, trying to ignore just how fucking exhausted he was.

  This meeting was already proving to be a huge disappointment. He’d passed up two other jobs and had been forced to catch a plane at three this morning to make this meeting. He was exhausted, hungry, pissed, and the only thing that was keeping his ass in the chair was the prospect of five million dollars, that and the chair was surprisingly comfortable.

  Vane pushed a second, much thinner, folder towards him. Kale sighed as he reached over and grabbed the folder. He sat back and opened it. On the front was a picture of the famous playboy Andrew Vane, the reason that he’d dragged his ass across the country and the man that was going to make him two million dollars richer.

  “My son…well, his lifestyle has caused a few problems in the past,” Vane said, clearing his throat uncomfortably as he tried to bullshit him.

  “He fucks around with mated females and doesn’t care who knows it.” Kale paused thoughtfully. “Actually, from what I heard, he likes to shove it in the male’s face as much as possible. He has a huge gambling problem and has been known to go out of his way to fuck with Masters for shits and giggles.”

  Vane shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Kale continued. “Basically, your son is a spoiled little brat who hides behind his Alpha daddy’s power and purse strings. If he’d been born to anyone else, he would have been taken out by now, but you keep protecting him.”

  Kale continued ignoring the man's stunned expression. “And this time, he’s gone too far and now a Master, hundreds of vampires, and minions are after your son with the order to take him alive. Did I miss anything?”

  He watched as all the color drained from the other man’s face. “H-how did you know that?”

  Kale chuckled harshly. “I was contacted a half hour after your son fucked with the wrong Master with an offer of two million dollars to grab him. There’s not much I don’t know about him, so how about we cut the shit and stop playing games.”

  “He’s innocent,” Vane said, making him chuckle.

  “Don’t waste my fucking time with this bullshit. Either tell me why I should take the job or lose my fucking number,” Kale said, not mentioning that he’d already decided to take the other job for the easy two million dollars and grab the little prick and turn him in so that he could find a better job that would take him that much closer to his goal.

  “Yes, of course. I need you to do this job because he’s my only son.”

  “I don’t fucking care,” Kale said, leveling a look on the shifter that told him that he was running out of patience.

  “I know my son’s an asshole, but-”

  “You need him to find his mate so that you can have an heir with some balls to lead your Pack one day,” Kale concluded.

  “Exactly,” Vane reluctantly admitted with a heavy sigh.

  “And is he currently on the lookout for his mate?”

  Hank cleared his throat. “He hasn’t found his mate yet. It could take years before he finds her.”

  “So, I’ve heard,” Kale said dryly.

  The man had the good sense to look embarrassed at the slip. Kale ignored it. He didn’t care that he hadn’t found his mate for the simple fact that he didn’t want one. Mates weakened a man. They made males soft and pathetic. He wasn’t about to be led around by his dick. He liked having control over his life. Everyone assumed that he was searching for his mate, but the truth was, he went out of his way to avoid unmated females. If he ever found his mate, he didn’t know and didn’t care.

  “I’ve decided to send him where no one would expect to find him,” Hank announced.

  Kale waited for the other man to continue only to end up gesturing for him to get on with it when he hesitated.

  “They’re currently searching for Andrew at luxury resorts, hotels and villas. They’re expecting him to continue living the high life so I’ve decided that he should do the opposite.”

  “Meaning…”

  Hank’s lips slowly curled up into a smug grin. “I think it’s past time that he communed with nature.”

  “I see,” Kale murmured, seriously wondering how the man sitting across from him had made it this far without his Pack turning on him.

  “It’s the perfect solution,” Vane said, nodding in agreement to his own suggestion.

  “You’re going to hide a shifter with absolutely no skills in the woods when there are hundreds of shifters, demons, vampires, and minions searching for him this close to a full moon?” Kale asked slowly, deciding that the man truly was a fucking moron, because he would have been better off keeping his son in the city where he could hide his scent behind the stench of humans, garbage, and pollution.

  “Yes,” Mr. Vane said with a firm nod. “I have a cabin in upstate New York that can’t be traced to me.”

  “I see,” Kale said, keeping his gaze locked on the shifter sitting across from him even as he mentally cataloged all the exits in the room, including the door to his right that dressed up as a bookshelf, the fact that they were on
the tenth floor, and the demons posted at the door as well as the ones that he’d spotted at the end of the hall. He calculated the odds of grabbing the little prick and getting him out of here alive and decided that they were good.

  “You’re not taking the job, are you?” Vane asked after a heavy pause as he sat there, shifting a nervous glace to his left at that hidden door as the first chime alerted Kale to the fact that he had a text message.

  “No, I’m not,” Kale said absently with a heavy sigh as he pulled his phone out, hoping that it was an offer for a better job and found himself almost smiling when he saw the message waiting for him. “But lucky for you something better just came up.”

  Irresistible

  A Neighbor from Hell Novel

  Chapter 1

  “I think I’m going to be sick,” Melanie mumbled pathetically even as she shoved another delicious french fry in her mouth while she once again had to question the life choices she’d made that brought her here.

  “Really? I can’t imagine why,” Rebecca, her best friend since elementary school and ex-roommate, said innocently with an equally innocent expression as she sat across the booth from her, clearly enjoying herself. Melanie considered kicking her beneath the table, but right now that seemed like a lot of work. So, she settled for taking another bite of her delicious french fry instead.

  “I ran,” Melanie said in a daze, still trying to figure out how everything had gone so horribly wrong so quickly.

  One minute, the nurse was calling her name and the next she was in her car, tearing out of the parking lot, and debating the pros and cons of taking Rebecca up on the suggestion that she’d made last year and move to Switzerland.