Tall, Silent & Lethal (Pyte/Sentinel #4)(122)

But now……

He released her left arm, continuing to thrust, but mostly now just to distract her. Keeping a firm grip on her right hand, he reached over and-

Danni squealed as she tried to pull her hand away, but he held tight, keeping a firm hold on that hand as he reached over and tore the bandage off. “No! Stop!” Danni cried, desperately trying to wiggle free, but there was nowhere to go, not with him on top of her and buried inside her. The only thing that she managed to do was to ride his c**k harder, which he was more than fine with.

As soon as he had the gauze off, he turned her hand and-

“A tattoo?” he asked with a frown, because he hadn’t smelled the ink when she’d first started wearing the bandage, but he had a feeling that he knew the reason why.

The cancer had hidden it from him.

It was getting stronger and becoming more aggressive, something that terrified and frustrated him, but right now his focus was on the tattoo that his mate had kept hidden from him.

“I hate you,” Danni groaned pathetically as she buried her face in the comforter.

He frowned down at the large Celtic cross with the small crescent moon. It took him a minute to realize that he was looking at the Sentinel mark, only in reverse. Each Sentinel was born with a crescent moon with a small cross marked right below their navel. This was……

“Why do you have the Sentinel mark tattooed on your arm?” he asked, wondering how to tell her that the tattoo artist had seriously f**ked up and switched the positions of the cross and moon.

“It’s not the Sentinel mark,” she mumbled against the comforter only to add after a pause, “well, not really anyway.”

“Then what is it?” he asked, tracing his fingertip over the black tattoo.

She sighed heavily as she said, “It’s something I designed when I was a kid.”

“For……?”

She grumbled something inaudible into the comforter.

“What was that?” he asked, pulling his c**k out until only his piercing touched her core, knowing that she’d get him back for this and not really caring, not when she was hiding things from him.

“I wanted my own Sentinel design,” she muttered stubbornly as she tried to push back and force his c**k back inside her.

“I see,” he said, pressing a kiss against the back of her nape, because he knew his mate well.

The Sentinels had been her life. She’d worked her ass off, training, fighting and doing whatever she could to prove her worth. While most humans born to Sentinels liked to bitch about the unfairness of their situation, Danni had accepted her fate as a mere human with grace and dignity. She’d never used the fact that she was human as an excuse, never hid behind it, because she considered herself a part of the Sentinel world.

“Why didn’t you get this sooner?” he asked, sliding back in, her wet walls making the move easy.

“You know why,” she answered with a disgruntled snort.

“Because they would have mocked you?” he asked, chuckling when she tried to throw him off.

Human children that got the Sentinel mark tattoo were usually mocked and ridiculed and for good reason. They usually believed they were just as good as or better than Sentinels and had the attitudes to match, which was mostly why they were mocked. They were cocky little bastards.

“Yes!”

“And the reason that you hid it here?” he asked, feeling like an idiot because the answer was pretty obvious.

“Chris.”

He chuckled as he pulled her hand closer so that he could press a kiss against her tattoo. “Is that why Chris and Ephraim have been wearing matching bandages?”

“They’re mocking me, because I’ve been wearing this thing for so long,” she mumbled pathetically. “Just imagine what they would do if they knew what I’ve been hiding.”

They would make fun or her day and night, because they viewed her as a little sister and saw it as their responsibility, and right, to torment her. Even he’d admit that they did a great job. They took their job seriously, very seriously.

“Do you want me to kick their asses?” he asked, linking their fingers back together as he adjusted the angle of penetration.

“No,” she muttered, sounding pathetic and making him glad that she couldn’t see him smile. “They’d just make fun of me more. I’ll deal with it, I guess,” she decided, finishing it off with another drawn out sigh that had him biting back a chuckle that would probably end with him taking a very cold shower.

“Do you want me to distract you?” he asked, punctuating each word with a slow roll of his hips.

“I suppose,” she said, sounding put out.

“I could stop,” he offered, releasing her hands so that he could slide his hands between Danni and the bed. He cupped her br**sts, making sure that her firm ni**les peeked through his fingers so that they rubbed against the comforter as he pushed back inside her.

“And I could kill you,” she reminded him, earning a chuckle, because he knew that if he stopped right now, she’d kick his ass, make him finish her off with his mouth and then leave him to either relieve himself or deal with blue balls, neither prospect sounding pleasant at the moment.

Chapter 54

“Wait. Where are you going?” she managed to ask, panting heavily as she struggled to push herself up on trembling arms.