Tall, Dark & Heartless: A Pyte/Sentinel Series Novel

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by R. L. Mathewson


  He stopped short, taking Danni off guard and causing her to slam back into him. She shoved away from him and tried to pull him down the hallway again, but he refused to move as he scented the air and expanded his senses to go further than just down the halls.

  "Look, I'm flattered that you're willing to risk torture to grope my ass, I am, really," she said, gesturing impatiently for him to move his ass, "but do you think that maybe you could get your Goddamn hormones in check so that we could get the hell out of here?"

  "Shhhh," he hissed softly as he reached out to clamp a hand over her mouth, but of course the stubborn woman simply batted his hand away and stepped back.

  "The next time that you do that, I am going to kick you in the ba-"

  "It's a trap," he said, cutting off her lovely little tirade.

  "What?" she asked, frowning as she looked in both directions of the too quiet hallway.

  "It's a trap," he gritted out between clenched teeth as a surge of lust tore through him, nearly dropping him to his knees. The next one did just that. "Mother fucker!" he roared as he fought for control.

  Why the hell did it feel like the effects of the drugs were increasing? With the vampires' blood and the small amount of time that had elapsed since he took the drugs they should be weakening, not increasing.

  "Caine? Caine!" He could hear the panic in her voice as she dropped down beside him. She should be scared, but not for him. Lust like nothing he'd ever known before tore through him, sending more blood to his already throbbing cock and damn near stealing his breath as he fought against the pain and need that was becoming too much to deny.

  "Run," he managed to say as he gasped for air.

  "What?"

  "Run!" he snapped, his voice sounding more animal than human at the moment as he looked up and met her beautiful startled violet eyes.

  "Caine, let's-"

  "Run now, Danni, or I swear I will fuck you until you wished you were dead!"

  She swallowed, hard, as she reluctantly moved away, never taking her eyes off of him. "When you put it that way," she said, licking her lips nervously as she shot a nervous glance over her shoulder. "Just let me get you somewhere safe before I find a way out for us," she said, looking like she was about to come closer once again.

  "Go. I won't be far behind," he said, closing his eyes and dropping his head in defeat.

  No, he wouldn't be far behind her at all.

  *******

  "Oh, hell," Danni said, stumbling as the unholy roar echoed down the hall.

  It was like the subway station all over again, except this time when he caught her he was going to try and kill her with sex. She licked her lips as she tried to ignore the images racing through her head of him doing exactly that. It was so wrong that those thoughts made her wet instead of scared the hell out of her. Really, what was wrong with her?

  Any other woman would be a sobbing mess as she frantically tried to get away from Caine. Granted, she was running away from him, but she was doing it more to get them somewhere safe. She knew he was going to follow. She'd known it the second she saw that hungry look in his eye. When he caught her he was going take her, hard, and sadly enough she couldn't wait, she thought with a little pleased grin as she quickened her pace.

  His next roar shook the tunnel so hard that a few tiles actually cracked and popped off the walls, making her rethink this little plan of hers. Maybe letting a crazed Pyte who seemed on the verge of going feral between her legs wasn't such a good idea, she thought as she quickened her pace.

  "What the hell was that?" she heard a man ask just as his mouthwatering aroma reached her. She was so hungry, she thought as she licked her lips. Maybe she had time for a quick bite.

  "DANNI!" came another roar and this time she barely ducked out of the way in time before a broken piece of tile popped off the wall and came flying her way.

  Maybe she would hold off on that snack until later, she decided as she rounded the corner and found herself face to face with a small army of minions and vampires blocking what she hoped was an exit. She automatically began to slow down until she remembered what was coming up behind her. With that in mind she plowed through the group, taking them by surprise.

  It wasn't too difficult since they seemed more focused on what was coming up behind her than on her. Not that she blamed them, she thought as she shoved past a small of group of humans who looked a little nervous as they watched the hallway opening behind her. They had guns, but they weren't raising them towards her, which meant that she'd somehow managed to keep her change a secret and that the Master, whoever he was, still considered her valuable.

  They probably didn't worry that she'd get too far, she realized as she managed to run up a small set of cement stairs. She shoved the heavy metal door at the top open and stumbled out onto the dimly lit lawn. There was a dirt road that stopped fifty feet from wherever it was that she just emerged from and about two dozen expensive vehicles parked on the lawn, which consisted more of weeds, dirt and rock than actual grass.

  Where the hell were they?

  She looked around as she tried to get her bearings. Of course, once the blood curdling screams and pleas for mercy started behind her, she left the comfort of the dimly lit area and ran for what she knew should have been pitch black, but thanks to her new Pyte abilities she could see clear as day, with a blue tint of course.

  Trying to ignore the way her heart pounded in her chest, she ran to the first car and tried the driver's side door only to find it locked. Five cars later she finally found one that was left unlocked and not a moment too soon, since the screams for help were starting to die down. With Caine's speed and abilities he'd find her within seconds and right now she couldn't risk that.

  If either one of them had a chance of making it out of here without being sliced and diced she needed to move now. She quickly climbed into the small dark blue SUV that she was hoping could haul ass and shut the door softly, yet quickly. Praying that she hadn't lost her touch, she ripped the plastic casing beneath the steering wheel off and wasted no time in grabbing the wires. When the car's engine finally turned over she let out a sigh of relief and sat up only to let out one of those embarrassingly high pitch screeches.

  "Come here......now," Caine growled out, not exactly sounding human at the moment and making her decision pretty easy for her.

  With a shake of her head she threw the car into reverse and hit the gas. She didn't make it three feet before Caine released a roar of anger as he slammed his fists down on the hood of the SUV and rocked the vehicle violently, making the back end jump off the ground and causing her poor empty stomach to lurch as she banged into the steering wheel. When the car dropped down, it bounced twice before it finally went still. They were both breathing hard when Caine grabbed the edge of the caved in hood with one hand and gave it a hard tug that had the car spinning until she found Caine standing right outside the driver's side door with a predatory gleam in his eyes that did not bode well for her.

  "W-we have to go now, Caine, or they'll catch us," she said, trying not to sound nervous or give herself away as she slowly, oh so slowly, moved towards the passenger seat. When the scent of fresh blood and Caine's arousal hit her, she bit her lip and squeezed her legs together, hard, hoping to hide her own arousal as she desperately tried to figure out a way to save them both from being recaptured and put through God only knows what.

  She wasn't sure how it happened, but one second she was squeezing her legs together as she discretely tried to move over the center armrest and the next, the driver's side door was ripped off its hinges and she was thrown over Caine's shoulder. Then that damn sneaky hand of his was once again on her ass. He lovingly caressed it as he headed towards a small black four door sedan.

  "We're leaving right?" she asked, deciding to wait and see what his plans were before she fought him tooth and nail to escape. "Because we really need to get out of here, Caine, before they recover from whatever the hell it is that you just did to them," she said, slap
ping her hands flat against his back and pushing herself up so she could shoot a look in the direction from where they came and couldn't help but frown at what she saw.

  Feeling a little confused, she looked around but only found trees and rocks. Frowning, she looked back at the decrepit looking old farmhouse that looked like it would fall down with a small gust of wind and couldn't help but wonder what kind of Master held them. Whoever he was, his security really sucked, she thought as Caine pressed a kiss against her hip and thankfully brought her back to her problem at hand, a drugged up Pyte in need of a cold shower.

  "Caine," she said, trying her best to ignore the delicious scents he was giving off. Her stomach growled viciously as it tightened with need. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with him more, trace his tattoo with her tongue as she sank her fangs into him or throw him to the ground and have her naughty way with him before she sank her fangs into him, but she knew that she had to resist the urge to do both. If they didn't get out of here soon she was very much afraid that she was going to experience all those horror stories Caine shared with her years ago firsthand and she really didn't feel like having her arms and legs cut off.

  "We're leaving," he said the same time she heard the sound of a car door opening.

  "Good, the faster we get the hell out of here the faster-"

  "I can fuck you into oblivion," Caine said, cutting her off and making her need for him all that much worse. She nearly whimpered since she knew that there was no way in hell that she was going to let him touch her.

  Chapter 20

  Boston Compound

  "Do you like that?" he asked as he ran the tip of his tongue through her slit.

  "Yes!" she practically shouted, making him chuckle, but not really caring. As long as he kept doing that delicious little flick thingie with his tongue she would let him live, but the second, the very second that he stopped she was going to throttle him.

  He stopped.

  Isabella sat up, fully prepared to kill her mate when Chris shot her that killer grin of his and a wink before he moved his head back between her parted legs and suckled her clit between his lips. With a loud moan of ecstasy, Isabella slumped back against the wall of her work station as she generously opened her legs wider over the edge of her desk and allowed her mate to distract himself from the stress from the latest problem and everything else that was weighing down on his wide shoulders.

  Between Joshua and the rest of his family, training, patrols and taking care of her and Jessica he was stretching himself too thin. He was stressed, but he was doing his damndest to hide it and to protect her from experiencing any stress of her own. Once again he was trying to be everything for everyone and it was slowly tearing him apart. He thought that she didn't know.

  She knew.

  "Chris, I need to talk to you about the new silver point bullets that you ordered," the hesitant voice said from the other side of her locked office door, making her whimper and pout and Chris curse up a storm as he stood up.

  "One second!" he yelled as he leaned forward, slapping his hands on the table on either side of her hips and leaned in. "I'll be right back," he said, giving her a sweet kiss before he pulled back and walked out of the room, probably to kill the poor Sentinel with bad timing and leaving her alone with her thoughts as she slumped back against the wall. He sent her a wink before he stepped out of the office and closed the door behind him.

  She knew that he hated the fact that their baby girl had never breathed fresh air or enjoyed the sun on her skin, that she couldn't go outside and neither could Isabella for that matter. As difficult as it was being locked up inside the compound every day, and it was horrible, some days she thought she'd go crazy if she didn't step outside for even a minute, she knew that it worse for Chris.

  He felt helpless in so many ways and it was killing him. For a man like Chris this was hell. She knew that he would give anything for the two of them to be able to take Jessica out for a stroll like a normal family, to take away his father's guilt and the personal hell Joshua was going through, but he couldn't. He might be a Sentinel, but in many ways he was still just a man who was taking on way too much.

  The fact that he cared so deeply and unconditionally for his family only made her love him more. There was still a war going on and he would do anything to stop it to ensure their safety, which was why he was taking on way too much. When he wasn't training he was patrolling and when he wasn't doing that he was making it his personal mission to take care of everyone except himself. She couldn't even remember the last time he got a full night of sleep and with Madison's babies due any day now she knew the possibility of that happening anytime soon were pretty much nonexistent. He was going to take on one more responsibility and do everything he could to lighten his father and best friend's load and she couldn't let that happen.

  At least not the way things were going. As long as they stayed at the compound he was going to make everything his sole responsibility. Instead of allowing the Manhattan compound to take over since the missing Pyte and human belonged to them, Chris took over and wasn't backing down. No one was foolish enough to try and stop him. He might be young in Sentinel years, but Chris had already made a name for himself as someone not to piss off and it didn't hurt that he had the Council's backing.

  Eric hadn't said anything yet, but she knew that the Council was considering promoting Chris up the ranks once again. He was already the regional trainer for New England, a position that normally went to a Sentinel with at least one century of experience under his belt and the next step up would be a Lieutenant. Not that he cared, he really didn't. Her man didn't care about titles or bullshit as he liked to call them. All he cared about was getting the job done and protecting his family, which was why he was trying to singlehandedly stop this war.

  It didn't matter that most of the Masters, demons and shifters believed that she was dead, there were still enough of them out there that believed that she was alive and would stop at nothing to get their hands on her and her program, Tattletale. As long as the war continued they were not safe and that meant they had to continue to stay at this compound and live a life of seclusion. It also meant that their lives were in danger and that was what kept her mate up most nights pacing the floor while he held their sleeping daughter in his arms.

  As his mate it was her job to fix this problem and of course run like hell when he found out because there was no doubt in her mind that once he caught up with her that he was going to spank her ass until it was black and blue and the thought of even sitting pained her, but it would be worth it. If she could lighten his load, and she knew she could, then she owed it to him to go through with her asinine plan and take away at least half of his stress.

  She'd worry about her ass later.

  Right now she had to figure out a way to put her plan into action without him finding out. Madison was already on board with this plan. Actually, Madison may have cried a little hysterically when Isabella shared her plan with her and she wasn't sure at first if she was against the plan until she started vigorously nodding while she sobbed uncontrollably. Thankfully the very pregnant hormonal Pyte was easily calmed with chocolate so they were able to sit down and come up with a foolproof plan.

  Now all they needed to do was to get Ephraim, who would do anything Madison asked so she wasn't too worried about him, and Kale to help her out. Kale might be a problem, she admitted to herself. She needed to figure out a way to get Kale to do her this one itzy bitzy little favor without freaking out.

  Normally there wasn't anything the werewolf mercenary wouldn't do, hence the mercenary title, but since she was carrying what the man already deemed was his godson he was a tad overprotective sometimes. She couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't tie her up and rat her ass out to Chris. Since that wouldn't work for her she was going to have to resort to flat out manipulation to make Kale help her. Not that she was above doing that. It was just that they needed to hurry up if they were going to-

  "I'll be another
minute, Munchin," Chris said, popping his head in the door. His eyes dropped down to her breasts and god help her, but the look he sent them had them swelling up for his approval.

  She used to hate having her breasts touched, but with Chris she couldn't get enough. She'd lost count of the number of orgasms he'd managed to give her over the past couple of months by just focusing on her breasts. It still amazed her how her body reacted to Chris, how it craved him. Sex used to be boring and pointless for her, but then again that was because she wasn't with her destined mate. Sex between Sentinel mates was anything but boring and she wasn't just basing that on the incredible sex she shared with Chris.

  Her first day in the compound she learned a few very important things. First and foremost, she could get junk food twenty-four seven thanks to the compounds state of the art cafeteria. Secondly, never enter a room, closet, stairwell, elevator, hallway, bathroom, storage room or even the great common room without first making your presence known otherwise it got kind of awkward, especially when the Sentinel couple didn't stop.

 

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