Tall, Dark & Heartless (Pyte/Sentinel #3)(97)

Caine chuckled softly in her ear as he grabbed her wrists and brought them above her head as he settled on top of her. "Ready to tell me what's wrong?" he asked as he settled his erection against her bottom and made her squirm.

"Nothing!" she snapped, shifting her legs apart in welcome and giving him a damn hint that he'd better not ignore. She didn't want to talk about this, not now, not ever. All she wanted to do was have mind blowing sex, create a special precious freaking moment and move on with her life!

Was that really too much to ask for?

She didn't think so, but apparently Mr. Grumpy on top of her suddenly turned into a chatterbox and was ignoring her needs. Great, now he was ignoring her needs instead of just ignoring her.

"Tell me what's wrong, Danni," Caine said, grinding slowly against her bottom and making it really hard stay mad at the man when he so easily distracted her like this.

"Are you worried about Greg?" he asked, never pausing in his slow, sensual movements.

She had to snort at that. Worried about Greg? That would never happen. Even when she was human she wasn't too concerned about him. About him torturing her? Well, yeah, especially now that she couldn't die, but she didn't plan on letting him get the drop on her again so she really wasn't worried about him. Besides, she wasn't planning on sticking around one way or the other so Greg and his new bloodsucking buddies could catch her.

No matter what her future held, one thing was clear, she needed to train. If she went with him she would be able to train faster. Then again, he did promise to teach her so maybe he planned on taking her along with him, at least long enough for her to train. Once she was trained and could control her abilities then she wouldn't need him and he would probably just dump her ass without a word like the last time.

Caine suddenly stilled above her. "You're pissed," he said, not guessed as the scent of her aggression teased her nose. She opened her mouth to tell him that it was nothing, but she couldn't. Enough was enough and she was sick and tired of playing this game by his rules and she was definitely sick of pretending that she was over something that still made her heart ache. She was also sick of keeping her mouth shut and letting him call the shots.

She was so done with this bullshit.

Chapter 35

"Thank you for getting back to me, Mr. Quinn."

"I need the license plate number of the vehicle they stole," Kale Quinn said in way of greeting, which wasn't very surprising.

The man was the best mercenary money could buy and for a damn good reason. The man was merciless. Once he took on a job it was said that he never stopped until he got the job done and once the job was done you'd damn well better have his money ready or he'd be coming after you next.

Over the last few centuries, Lucan had required the shifter's services a few times and each time the man had surpassed his expectations and he hoped this time would be the same. He needed the Pytes back to end this once and for all and the shifter was his best hope. It would cost him a small fortune, but it would be worth it.

"I'll have to text you the plate number," he said, turning around and heading back to his office to retrieve the information.

"Have it sent within the hour," was the last thing the shifter said before he abruptly hung up.

Lucan cursed softly as he returned the phone to his coat pocket and quickened his pace. He knew the shifter's rules well enough to know that the shifter had just given him one hour before he turned his attention to another contract.

Shit!

He was so close to freedom and he'd be damned if he allowed it to be ripped away. He'd waited centuries for this and had more than earned his freedom. Once he delivered the female to his Master all of his obligations to the Master would be fulfilled. He may have to stay a little longer to ensure the female did as she was asked, but once his Master's safety was ensured he would leave and then.....

Well, he wasn't sure what he would do first, but he knew one thing, he was going to enjoy being a free man.

"You son of a bitch!" Greg snarled as he came around a corner.

With barely a thought, Lucan caught the fist sailing through the air towards his face and gave it a twist that dropped the human to his knees with a strangled cry of pain. Lucan gave the human's hand a light squeeze of warning that kept him on his knees as he glared up at him, panting hard as he clearly struggled with the need to attack Lucan once again.

"Is there a problem?" he asked flatly.

"You set me up, you son of a bitch!" Greg shouted, moving to stand up only to cry out again as Lucan squeezed his hand again.

"And how exactly did I do that?" he asked as he scented the air.

If the man's rage didn't tip him off to the problem then the scents covering the man and competing for his attention did. He knew the Master had taken the man last night. The Master's insatiable appetite for his minions wasn't exactly a secret within their nest, but what gave it away was the fact that Lucan hadn't been called to calm the Master down when he went on a killing spree, which he often did when he was upset. That of course meant that the Master was busy f**king the minion he'd invited to his chambers, this minion.

Not only had the Master fed from the man, but he had clearly enjoyed himself and so had this man. He could smell the man's lingering excitement and release and had to wonder how the Master did it. The Master seemed to enjoy making straight men enjoy the act. Not that he was interested. He wasn't and thankfully would never be put in a position to bend over for the Master.