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

by R. L. Mathewson

  He hastily ran his tongue over his teeth as he watched her take him in hand and held his cock straight up, placing the head close to her lips, but not close enough for his sanity. Her warm breath tickled his cock as she slowly stroked him. Her eyes locked on his.

  "What do you want, Caine?" she asked, giving him a look that said that she knew exactly what he wanted and was enjoying playing with him.

  "Nothing," he forced himself to say as he silently pleaded with her to take the head into her mouth so that he could see what else that talented little tongue of hers could do.

  "Nothing?" she asked, cocking a brow as she gave his cock a hard stroke that had him sweating.

  "Nothing," he repeated more firmly and thank fucking God that she didn't believe his bullshit. He nearly sighed with relief when she ran her tongue over the head of his cock.

  He had to drape his arms over the back of the couch and grip the material to keep himself from grabbing a fistful of her hair and force her to take more of his cock when she teasingly suckled the head into her mouth. When she decided to slide her beautiful mouth down his cock on her own, he decided that this mating business might not be so bad after all.

  When she built him up to the point of no return only to stop and pull away, but not before she flicked his piercing with her tongue, he wanted to throttle her beautiful neck. She gave him a knowing smile as she slowly climbed onto his lap, but remained kneeling when what he really needed for her to do was sit down and allow him to slide home.

  She was a fucking tease, he decided seconds later when she moved to do just that. He licked his lips hungrily as he watched her lower herself, slowly. As he watched her, he imagined how good it was going to feel when her wet sheath swallowed his cock whole.

  On the outside he was cool, collected and probably appeared to be somewhat bored, but inside he was trembling with hunger. He wanted to fuck her in every possible position and he definitely wanted to do it while he had his fangs buried in her. Just thinking about taking her had his fangs threatening to slide down. He ran his tongue quickly over his teeth, sending them back as he took a deep breath and tightened his mental grip around his self-control.

  She was good, but not good enough to break him, he mused even as he felt himself relax, while the new center of his world drew closer to the tip of his erection. When she paused just above his cock, close enough that he could feel the heat pouring off of the wet lips he nearly thrust up to impale her, but held back.

  This was just sex, just a release that he wanted, craved, but he was in charge. She might have him ready to fuck, but she didn't have all of him. He held back a large part of himself, the part that was begging him to give in and take what she was offering him, but he wouldn't.

  He was still in control, not the monster that she so aptly described, him. He decided when the monster was released, not the other way around. This was his fucking life, his body and his woman and he wasn't sharing.

  "Still in control?" she asked in a husky whisper as she placed her hands on his chest.

  "Yes."

  She licked her lips as she adjusted herself, but remained just out of reach. "What would you say if I told you that I was about to make that famous control of yours snap?"

  "Never going to happen, Danni," he said evenly as he allowed his eyes to devour her body. He wanted to lick every inch of her and would as soon as she begged him to take over and he knew that that she would. Every woman who tried and failed to get more than he was willing to give eventually became content with lying back and accepting what he had to offer, which was very little and Danni would be no different. Once she.....once she.....aw, fuck.

  She slid down his cock, but didn't take him inside her. Instead of putting him out of his misery she decided that she wasn't quite done with torturing him. His fingers dug into the couch, ripping through fabric and cotton until finding purchase in wood. He fought for control as Danni ground herself up and down the underside of his cock, soaking him in her arousal. He was forced to grind his teeth together as he fought for control.

  He could do this, he told himself as his breath quickened and he stared straight ahead, forcing himself to ignore her large tear drop shaped breasts as they jiggled enticingly every time she shifted her hips and slid up and down the underside of his shaft. His cock hardened past the point of pain as his balls tightened up in response.

  "I'm impressed, Caine," she said on a small moan that had him frantically running his tongue over his gums to stop his damn fangs from sliding down. Thankfully she didn't expect him to say anything, because at the moment he wasn't sure that he could.

  "I guess I'll just have to try harder," she whispered, slowing down her movements and prolonging his torture and this time when she slid up and over his erection she allowed the head to slip slightly inside of her before she pulled back.

  He opened his mouth to bullshit his way out of this and end the torture when she decided to give him a visual that would stay with him for the rest of his very long life. His fangs slid down and his vision turned to shades of pink and red as he watched Danni run her hands over her own breasts and down between her legs.

  Her hand never reached his new favorite spot and he was barely aware of her startled little squeal as he practically tackled her, bringing her to the ground. Before her back could hit the floor they were floating and he wasn't wasting any time.

  With a groan he slid inside of her and didn't bother to bite back the growl of approval when he found her hot, wet and tight. Her walls squeezed him, refusing to let him go as he pulled back and slid back in. When his back hit the ceiling he rolled them over until he had her pressed against the ceiling and set to work on putting them both out of their misery.

  He took one of her generous breasts in hand as his mouth found her neck. When he ran the tips of his fangs over her skin she rewarded him with a delicious little shiver and a loud moan as she drenched his cock. He shouldn't be doing this. It had been so long since he'd fed from the source during sex and he sure as hell didn't count changing her as a feeding.

  The cancer that polluted her blood had marred the taste of her blood and he had to force himself to swallow the poison. It wasn't something that he wanted to experience again, but for her he'd do it a thousand times over just so he would never lose her. She was his and he was never going to let her go.

  Never.

  She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pounded into her, not giving a damn about finesse or control at this moment. None of it mattered any longer. The only thing that mattered to him was in his arms and he was going to do everything in his power to keep her safe. He would not fail her again.

  As much as he'd love to sink his fangs inside of her he couldn't do it. He couldn't hurt her in any way. He pressed a kiss against her neck before he forced himself to move away from the temptation and found her mouth. Her mouth was heaven and hell for him. He couldn't get enough of her and her sweet little moans.

  "Don't stop," Danni demanded in that bossy manner of hers and he was helpless to refuse her.

  "Never," he swore against her mouth as he pounded into her, ignoring the sounds of the ceiling cracking and plaster hitting the floor.

  Somehow he managed to hold back his release when he felt her walls clamp down tightly around him. He pulled back so that he could watch her as she found her moment, but he found himself lost in her beautiful violet eyes. His pace slowed down until it became more controlled, slower and purposeful as looked into her eyes and for the first time in his very long life found himself making love to a woman, his woman, his mate, and heaven help him, the woman he loved.

  "Caine," Danni whispered as she cupped his face and pulled him down for a slow leisurely kiss that matched his pace.

  He never wanted to let her go, not when she found her first or second release or when her third release robbed him of his, but he knew that he would have to. To keep her safe he would do absolutely anything.

  Chapter 34

  Boston Compound

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p; "Get your fucking hands off my mate," Chris snarled, causing the woman who shoved him down on his cot ten minutes ago and promptly sat on his lap, to snuggle closer as she let out a little sigh of content.

  "The right one is a little swollen," Izzy said as she shook her right foot on Kale's lap to get his attention.

  "Fine," Kale said on a heavy sigh as he gently placed her left foot back on his lap and picked up her right foot and set to work.

  Logan sent the bastard sitting next to him on the cot a glare, but of course the shifter just ignored him and continued to pamper the Sentinel female on Logan's lap who refused to get off so that her mate could stake him. Logan couldn't help but give his head a shake, wondering how the hell he got to the point in his life where a Sentinel not only protected him, but seemed to actually care about him.

  It was a mistake that she would soon regret, but for now Logan couldn't help but find comfort in having her in his arms. There was just something about the little Sentinel that calmed him. She seemed to have the same effect on the bastard he should have killed a long time ago. He couldn't remember ever seeing Kale this relaxed, even when Logan foolishly thought his onetime friend was human.

  "I swear to God, Izzy, if you don't get your ass away from him I'm going to-"

  "I'm not getting up while you're acting like this, Chris, so stop bothering me while I'm getting my feet rubbed!" she shouted, startling the hell out of him, but Kale simply ignored it while Chris continued to pace the opening of Logan's cell as he glared in his direction.

  He had to fight back a smile as the little Sentinel in his arms settled against him and laid her head on his sore shoulder. She really was an entertaining woman and he truly did enjoy her company, which made what he was going to have to do that much harder for him. He'd still do it, but he wasn't happy about it. Not that he was really happy about anything, but this was his duty and he would do it.

  For Elizabeth.

  She deserved her revenge and he'd be damned if he let anyone stop him again and he would destroy anyone that stood in his way, including his Angel. As much as it pained him to use her, and surprisingly it did, there was no other choice in the matter. Jill was human, a gullible human that he wanted in his bed, but a human nonetheless.

  Thanks to her family's neglect she'd been ripe for the taking and he took. Being trapped in a compound for months without anyone to talk to and nothing to do had left the normally vibrant, strong willed woman vulnerable. She needed him almost desperately and he was more than happy to be there for her.

  It still amazed him that she allowed him to drink from her, especially considering who her family was. Then again he did offer her something that none of them did, companionship and his undivided attention. The woman was a natural helper and being stuck in this compound and made to feel useless was destroying her. So, he made damn sure that she knew that he needed her and what better way to help him then to give him some of her blood?

  Convincing her to give him her blood had taken very little effort. He played his cards well by mentioning that his jailers weren't feeding him often enough and that he may have been in pain. It was bullshit, but she didn't need to know that. All she needed to know was that he needed her blood and she gave it, willingly. The bagged blood they gave him kept blood lust at bay, but her blood gave him strength and of course, ownership over her.

  Every demon, vampire and shifter that came in contact with her would know by her scent that she belonged to him and they'd keep their hands off of her or they would have to face his wrath for touching his property. It really was too bad he couldn't keep her, he thought as Izzy snuggled up in his arms. He actually liked the idea of having Jill in his bed for a few years, but then again she wouldn't last very long in his bed as a human and he had no plans to change her.

  It was a pity that he'd have to settle for using her, fucking her and draining her.

  "Izzy?"

  He looked over to find Chris blocking his brother from entering his cell. The boy looked between him and Kale nervously before his eyes settled back on Izzy. He held two large plates that with some kind of strawberry and cream dessert.

  "Go upstairs, Marc," Chris said as he took the plates from his brother. He was pretty sure the child was more than human, but that was the one thing his Angel refused to explain to him.

  That was more than fine with him since he knew that it was only a matter of time before he had everything he wanted or needed and his Angel was the key to it all. Then again, he mused as he looked down at the woman who apparently fell asleep in his arms, she could easily fill the position as well.

  The soft warning growl that came from his right was more than enough for him to know that Kale knew where his thoughts had ventured. That was one of the reasons that he wouldn't use this woman for his main plan. No, his Angel would more than satisfy his plans, but for his revenge plans on the bastard sitting next to him, Izzy would do just fine.

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  "You have a nice smile," she said, laughing softly when Caine scowled at her over the compliment. "You do," she said, moving the three inches that separated them and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before settling back on her pillow.

  Not that she could have gone very far anyway, not with his arm thrown over her, keeping her on her side facing him. She woke up a couple of hours ago to find him lying on his side, watching her as he tenderly ran his fingers through her hair. Without a word she'd turned on her side and for a long time neither spoke. It was actually........nice.

  In the past she usually couldn't get away from the guy fast enough after sex. She usually had a hundred other things she'd rather be doing than hang around and do the whole cuddle thing, but with Caine she found herself too relaxed and enjoying this time with him.

  They had to leave in a few hours and for the first time in a long time she had absolutely no idea about what to do. Her old life was over now. There was no going back to the Sentinel Compound, knowing that it wouldn't take long before someone figured out that she was no longer human and even less time to figure out who was responsible for the change. She couldn't do that to Caine. She cared too much for the cranky Pyte to hand him over.

  "Can I ask you something?" Danni asked as she moved closer to him.

  He gave her a pleased smile as he nodded.

  "How do you know Jax?" she asked, wondering why she never heard about the man before.

  Caine released an annoyed groan even as his smile turned fond. "I met him when he was a young pup back during the war."

  Danni frowned as she asked, "Which war?"

  "Independence," he said, leaning in and giving her a quick, yet sweet, kiss.

  "Which country?" she asked, smiling when he scowled at her.

  "This one."

  "What happened?" she asked, reaching over and gently tracing her finger over the tattoo that decorated his jaw.

  With a soft sigh, Caine turned his head and pressed a kiss against her hand before answering. "He had the unfortunate luck of being the third Alpha born to his pack. The first two were father and son and they didn't want to take the chance of Jax taking the pack away from them. So, when he was about twelve, he was forced out of the pack."

  "That's when you found him?" she asked, wondering more than ever now why he hadn't mentioned Jax before.

  "No, I met him just before he froze into his immortality," he pursed his lips in thought, "I think he was twenty-four at the time. Anyway, I normally minded my own business during public executions, but-"

  "Wait," she said, stopping him. "Public executions?"

  Caine shrugged. "They were in the process of hanging him."

  "How could they hang him? He's an Alpha. He should have been able to get away from them," she pointed out.

  "He probably would have if he wasn't unconscious at the time."

  "Oh," she mumbled, shoving aside her confusion. "So, why did you save him?"

  He looked away from her. For a moment she didn't think he was going to say anything, but then he floored he
r by saying, "Because they were stoning him and calling him a monster."

  She wanted to take him into her arms, kiss him and help erase that haunted expression on his face, but she didn't. She knew enough about Caine's history and about the man himself to know that he wouldn't appreciate her sympathy.

  "We have to leave soon, Danni," he said as his thumb gently caressed her hip.

  "I know," she sighed, not knowing what the future held for them now and having absolutely no idea on how to go about asking him.

  She wasn't good at relationships, never had been. All of her old boyfriends and probably even her friends would agree. Kicking someone's ass for a friend? No problem. Late night sparring? Drinking? Shooting the breeze while they waited to ambush a nest? No problem, but anything deep like talking about feelings or any degree of clinginess and she couldn't run fast enough for the door. With Caine she didn't want to run.