Tall, Dark & Heartless (Pyte/Sentinel #3)(62)

One kiss and he was ready to burst. That had never happened to him before, but then again he'd never been foolish enough to ingest drug laced blood before. Whatever they'd given him had been odorless and tasteless and he'd have to be a hell of a lot more careful in the future, but none of that mattered at the moment. The only thing that mattered was the way Danni's tongue slid into his mouth, sliding against his before she pulled back to caress his fangs with a caress that had the oversensitive head of his c**k weeping for her.

"I want you," he growled against her mouth as he reached around her with his free hand and palmed her bare ass, bringing her even closer.

She suckled his tongue, driving him out of his f**king mind before she ended the kiss and tried to shove him away. "No, you just want to get off. Go find someone else."

"I don't want anyone else," he said, shocking the hell out of himself and earning a scowl from her as she moved to shove him away again, but he refused to release her.

She gave a humorless laugh as she once again shoved him and this time he reluctantly let her go as the scent of aggression once again battled with the scent of her arousal. What the hell was wrong with this woman? One minute she couldn't get enough of him and the next she was shoving him away and leaving him in more pain than before.

Without her touch he was forced to lean forward, resting his hands on his knees as he desperately tried to catch his breath and calm his body down, but it was useless. He had to have her and with each passing second it became harder and harder to hang onto his humanity. If she kept denying him what they both wanted he knew he wouldn't be able to keep bloodlust at bay for much longer. He'd f**k her and drain her and then he'd do it again until his body was satisfied.

And she would hate him for it, but not as much as he would hate himself.

"No? Not even a half an hour ago you made it crystal clear that I was only good enough until something better came along," she snapped, taking another step to leave when his next words stopped her.

"You're driving me out of my f**king mind over jealousy?" he demanded, trying to keep the irritation and the pain he was feeling out of his tone and failing. He winced as the soft cotton of his underwear brushed the underside of his engorged c**k the wrong way and sent sharp pain to his balls.

She snorted at that, actually snorted. "I'm not jealous, Caine. I just don't like to get used and I hated having to settle," she said with a shrug, making everything in him go still.

"What the hell are you talking about? How were you settling?"

Another shrug had his teeth grinding until he was sure his fangs would snap off. "The change made me oversensitive to everything and intensified all my needs. I need sex," she said like it was nothing, "and you were the only man around. Face it, Caine, we were using each other. As soon as I get to a town I'm going to have all my needs taken care of," she said, throwing him a smug smile and a wink before she turned to walk off, leaving him fuming. "Have a nice life, Caine."

She wouldn't f**king dare, he thought as he stared after her, imaging her allowing some other male to touch her, to feed her, to f**k her. He would kill any male that touched what was his.

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Danni forced herself to keep moving forward on trembling legs as she wrapped her arms around herself, willing her body to stop shaking. What the hell was wrong with her? She hadn't taken any of his blood since he ingested the drugs so why was her body acting like she was a junkie in need of a fix?

Because the scent of his arousal and touch were the most pleasurable things she'd ever experienced and she wanted the intense pleasure both promised, but she couldn't. She wanted him and he was only settling because there was nothing better around.

He could go to hell, because she wasn't about to play that game. She wasn't about to let some guy screw her while he wished there was something better beneath him. She wasn't that desperate and never would be. The only thing he'd been right about was that she was jealous and she really couldn't understand why.

Just thinking about another woman touching him had her fangs throbbing for release and her vision sharpening. She wanted to claw the eyes out of any woman who so much as dared to look at Caine. Every time her body screamed that he was hers she shoved the unwanted possessive feelings aside and forced herself to focus. She needed to get out of here and away from Caine because the way she was starting to feel about him, needing him, wanting him and craving him more than her next breath was truly starting to frighten her.

She didn't get this way over guys, never had. She'd always chosen men that understood that her job was her first priority in life, training second and everything else was a distant third. With Caine around it was hard to think about anything other than tearing his clothes off and as much as she'd like to lay blame on this transformation, she couldn't. If she was going to be honest with herself, and she realized that it was a little late in the game to start doing that, she would admit that she started to want him before he turned her. Once he turned her, everything she'd been feeling for him seemed to multiply by a thousand and it was all she could do not to jump him.

When did she get this pathetic? she wondered as she paused to look around and get her bearings. She had absolutely no idea where she was, but she was hoping to come across a house or two, preferably a house with some clothes drying outside on the line.

Sticking by the road instead of cutting through the woods would have been more logical, but then again she was a woman dressed only in a ripped shirt and she really didn't need any more bullshit tonight so she opted for the woods. Hopefully her new senses would kick in and she would-