Tall, Silent & Lethal (Pyte/Sentinel #4)(109)

“My turn,” he managed to get out as he waited for her to remove her hand.

With a soft moan and one last slide of her fingers, she pulled her hand free and allowed him to lick her fingers clean. She tasted so damn sweet, he thought, forced to reach down and grip his c**k to stop himself from spontaneously coming. She’d worked him up to the point that his control had almost snapped several times, but he wasn’t complaining. Not when he had the woman that he loved driving him out of his mind.

She pulled her fingers away from his mouth and cupped his cheek as he lowered his mouth between her legs. He didn’t waste time teasing her, not when she was this wet. Instead, he slid his tongue inside of her without any hesitation and f**ked her with it. He slid his tongue in and out of her, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he struggled not to come. Even with his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, squeezing it as he tried to think of anything else but f**king her, it was difficult while he had his tongue buried inside her.

“Christofer,” she moaned his name, rocking her h*ps against his mouth as she rode his tongue. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

Fresh arousal coated his mouth as he felt her core tighten around his tongue, holding it hostage. Cloe rocked against his mouth, moaning his name incoherently as she begged him not to stop. He wouldn’t, not even if it meant spilling his seed on the ground instead of inside her. He’d do anything for her.

He moved his tongue in and out of her, flicking the tip of his tongue up so that it would catch her in just the right spot. The scent of Cloe’s arousal enveloped him as he continued to f**k her with his mouth.

“Oh, God,” Cloe moaned as she continued to ride his tongue. “More! Please!”

Putting all of his weight on his knees, he reached around with his hand and placed it flatly against her stomach so that his thumb could reach her sweet spot. As soon as his thumb touched her clit, she detonated, flexing her h*ps up so suddenly that he damn near lost his tongue and fingers in the process.

When he felt her tremors start to slow down around his tongue, he pulled his tongue and fingers away and moved up her body, pressing quick, desperate kisses against her stomach and br**sts as he went. The hand suddenly gripping his hair and yanking him away from her nipple brought him all the way up and suddenly he found himself kissing her harder than he’d ever kissed a woman before. Their tongues battled, desperate for contact as he lowered himself over her and with a quick thrust, sheathed himself inside her.

He pulled back and f**ked her with quick, hard thrusts, too desperate to draw it out. She’d kept him on edge too long and the feel of her wrapped around him was driving him out of his f**king mind.

“You feel so good,” she moaned against his mouth as he reached between them and palmed one of her br**sts, wrapping his hand around it as he pinched her nipple gently between his fingers.

“You feel better than good,” he groaned against her lips as he was forced to pull his mouth away, the need to bite her too intense to ignore.

But, he couldn’t do that. So instead he closed his eyes and licked his lips as he concentrated on the feel of his c**k pushing inside her. She felt f**king fantastic.

“Christofer, I-I need to…to…oh, God!” she screamed, coming so hard that he was the one left seeing stars as he continued to push past her quivering walls.

He didn’t need to ask to know what she needed since he was battling that need himself. He simply turned his head, exposing his throat to her and said, “Take what you need, mein Schatz.”

A hungry groan escaped her as she struck, a little gentler this time, but it was enough. The first pull on his neck had him bucking inside her, the second had him f**king her hard and fast and the third had him roaring her name as his c**k swelled and his balls pulling up tight as he exploded. The words, I love you, almost followed, but somehow he managed to hold them back, but just barely.

*-*-*-*

Manhattan, New York

“He’s positive?” Aidan asked, looking past the Alpha, that he was forced to play nice with, to the f**king traitor standing by the boardroom doors.

“Yes,” Thomas said, gesturing for the mutt to come forward.

With a shake of his head, the mutt reached for the doorknob. “I did my part. He can find his own f**king property.”

Aidan returned his attention to Thomas, confident that his men would grab the mutt before he had a chance to return to the Sentinel compound. Working against his own kind, Aidan thought in disgust as he focused his attention on the man that better have more answers for him.

Thomas sighed heavily as rubbed the back of his neck. “My Pack is against marking humans,” he began to explain as though Aidan f**king cared.

“My Pack isn’t,” he said evenly, in absolutely no f**king mood to discuss morals and all the bullshit. They were human concerns and rules, and he refused to live by them.

Humans were beneath them in every way possible and if pricks like this one didn’t see that, then that was his problem. He wasn’t here to get into a debate. He was here to get his f**king property and bring her and his prize back. Once he brought her home, he would f**k her into submission and use his prize to tip the odds in his favor.

“Obviously,” Thomas said, shooting him a look of disgust as he shifted his attention to the large grid map of Manhattan.

Perhaps he’d bring his Pack back up here when they were ready and tear this piece of shit and his f**ked up excuse of a Pack apart, he thought idly as he followed Thomas’ finger to a starred section on the map. It would certainly put a smile on his face, he mused as he caught the hostile scent coming off the Alpha and the men that were leaning against the walls, watching his every move.