Tall, Dark & Heartless (Pyte/Sentinel #3)(86)

With one last lick he released her nipple and stood up, keeping his hands right where she wanted them. "Good," he said approvingly as he continued to caress her br**sts.

"Can you drop your fangs now?" he asked in a bored tone as he looked down to watch what he was doing.

"You haven't explained how to do that yet," she reminded him as she willed one of his hands to move lower to another place that needed him.

"It's all about focus, Danni. Focus on everything you're feeling, your wants, needs and desires. Then step back and allow the change," he said, sounding as if he was in a trance as he watched his hands mold her br**sts.

She blew out a breath as she tried to do just that. When nothing happened after a minute she started to become frustrated and he must have sensed it.

"Just focus on what I'm doing, baby, and what you want me to do," he said, but that didn't seem to help. She'd fought too hard to get control and now he was asking for the impossible, for her to just let it go.

"Hmm, I guess we'll have to approach this in a different way," he murmured as he allowed his hands to drop away. He walked over to an overstuffed chair and sat down, uncaring that he was na**d or had the biggest erection she'd ever seen as he got comfortable.

"You notice that my eyes aren't red, don't you, Danni?"

"Yes," she said, still struggling to drop her fangs. Why the hell couldn't she do this?

"That's because I'm in control. It took a long time, but now I don't react unless I want to, something you need to master," he explained as he looked her over and still his eyes remained a beautiful grey steel even as his c**k jerked in approval.

"That's not exactly helpful at the moment, Caine. Give me something I can work with here," she said, forcing herself not to panic. She hated having a weakness, any weakness and the man knew that.

He cocked his head in an assessing manner. "Think of all the women I'm going to f**k after this," he said crudely and God help her if that didn't get her eyes burning and her fangs dropping in an instant.

Caine grinned smugly as if her reaction to that little announcement somehow amused him. She couldn't hide the fact that it made her want kill any woman who so much as glanced his way. This was crazy and she knew that, but she couldn't help it.

"Like I said, baby, it's all about control and you don't have it," he said tauntingly.

"Oh?" she said, forcing herself to focus as she ran her tongue over her teeth and had to stop herself from doing a victory dance then and there when they slid back up, "and you do?"

He met her gaze dead on. "Absolutely."

Maybe it was time to make him lose that control, she thought, biting back a smile. "I bet I could make you lose it."

"There's nothing you could do to make me lose control, Danni. Nothing," he said, sounding so damn sure of himself that she almost believed him, almost.

Chapter 31

"Oh God," Danni said, gasping as she pulled the bag away from her mouth for what was probably the fifth or sixth time. After making her little announcement, she gave him a smug little smile as she returned her attention to eating, or rather in this case, drinking. Once she bit into the bag and took her first pull on the cold blood her smug little smile was replaced by a rather amusing expression of shock and disgust.

"I can't do this," she mumbled to him or herself, he didn't care.

"Yes, you can," he said, placing his hands over hers and pushing the bag of blood that she'd barely put a dent into back towards her face.

She stubbornly shook her head even as her face squished up adorably. "I really don't think I can, Caine. M-maybe there's a vegan alternative out there somewhere for Pytes. Maybe fruit juice, milk shakes, or hell, I'd even be willing to try wheat grass," she said in a rush as he forced the bag closer to her mouth.

"Just try a little more. You'll like it," he lied, knowing that there really was no other choice. He couldn't very well have her attacking every human they came in contact with and if she didn't learn to feed from the bag that's exactly what she'd end up doing as they made their way to Washington.

He could feed her from his own vein, his c**k jumped approvingly at that thought, but of course that would mean that he would have to overindulge during their entire trip and that would be a hassle. It would also leave Danni with a serious problem once he left her. If she couldn't feed from bagged blood she'd be pretty screwed. He wouldn't have to worry about her attacking humans and giving herself away since there wouldn't be any within a hundred miles of her, but she'd be left in bloodlust then her body would start attacking itself.

He'd experienced starvation a few times and he sure as hell wouldn't voluntarily go through it again or let his mate go through it. There was nothing like watching your body wasting away until there was only skin and bone and a constant hunger that stayed with you day and night and by that point not even bloodlust could take over to give you a reprieve from the pain. By then the body was used to feeding on itself it wouldn't go into bloodlust again until well after it became used to blood again. It was hell and he wouldn't be able to leave her if he thought that future was a possibility for her.

"Stop stalling, Danni, and drink. If you drink it down fast enough you probably won't even taste it," he said, lying once again, but it was for the best.