Tall, Silent & Lethal (Pyte/Sentinel #4)(43)

The kiss turned hungry and out of control within seconds. He sucked and licked her tongue, not caring that he was probably f**king this up and should be taking this slower to seduce her properly, to make this good for her. It had been over fifty years since the last time that he’d tried to seduce a woman and it showed.

He couldn’t get enough of her, of the way that she tasted, the way she moved against him, the sweet smell of her sex, the feel of her hand running over his bare chest or the way that she held his hair in a death grip as she returned his kiss just as desperately, like she’d die if he didn’t f**k her soon. When she moaned his name, his h*ps shot up against her, earning a strangled gasp as her head dropped back and she licked her lips in pure pleasure even as she continued to grind against him.

Struggling not to come, he wrapped his arms around her and gritted his teeth as he pressed his forehead against her chest. This was too much. It felt too f**king good, too f**king good to have any hopes of staying in control, he realized with a touch of fear. She wrapped her arms around his head, holding him where he was as she continued to ride him, continued to drive him out of his f**king mind and unfortunately for her, awakening another hunger that he had no hope of controlling……..

Not with her.

Her scent was so much stronger now, thicker, causing his breaths to come a little faster as he desperately searched for a breath of untainted air so that he could clear his head and gain some semblance of control, but with each breath, her scent saturated his lungs. He was losing control, so f**king fast and heaven help him, but he didn’t want to stop it.

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“Christofer,” she gasped on a strangled moan as she felt her body clamp down, searching for something, anything to hold onto as-

Christofer suddenly stood up, which wouldn’t have been a problem, except for the fact that as he did it, he shoved her away, causing her to fall back and land on her ass. Dazed, she sat there trying to figure out what just happened as Christofer finally said the one thing that she’d been waiting all day to hear as he stumbled past her.

“Get the hell out of here.”

“What are you-”

“Get the f**k out of here!” he roared, taking her by surprise and causing her to jump back as she struggled to get to her feet to do just that when he suddenly grabbed his stomach.

“Fuck!” he snarled as he stumbled forward a few feet and dropped down on his knees.

Forcing herself to ignore the way that her body still trembled from his touch and the painful ache between her legs, she rushed over to his side as her training kicked in. He was sick, most likely from the diner food that he shouldn’t have eaten and he was embarrassed, not that she could blame him. Losing your lunch during a heavy make out session was probably a life-altering event, one that she was secretly relieved that she hadn’t been forced to experience.

“Christofer, let me get you a-”

“Run!” he snarled, but that wasn’t what had her stumbling to a stop or struggling to take her next breath.

It was the bright red eyes glaring up at her that froze her on the spot and had her heart racing. This couldn’t be happening, not now, not again. Swallowing back a scream, she staggered back, her eyes never leaving Christofer’s face.

“This can’t be happening,” she mumbled, barely aware that she’d said the words as she continued to stumble back when her mind was screaming at her to run and get the hell out of there.

“Fucking run!” he snapped, giving her a good view of a set of fangs that had her heart pounding in her chest. It also gave her the wakeup call that she needed to make her finally turn around and run away.

Unfortunately, by then it was too late.

Chapter 18

Williams Mansion

“I want a Coke,” Izzy sighed pathetically even as she smiled down at the three little boys curled up next to her on the nursery floor, fast asleep.

Her baby boy, Chris Junior, affectionately known as CJ, was curled up next to her on the soft Winnie the Pooh blanket that Madison had laid out earlier. Madison and Ephraim’s twin boys Deven and Hunter were fast asleep on her other side, curled up next to each other with a plush Eeyore doll between them. A soft snore drew her attention to the corner of the nursery where Marc was fast asleep with little Jessica in his arms.

She really didn’t know what she would do without him. He was such a sweet kid, always helping her, watching after Jessica and the boys without having to be asked. He never complained about Jessica following him everywhere or constantly demanding his attention. No matter what he was doing he would immediately stop when Jessica demanded his attention. It was really sweet….

And something that she needed to put a stop to, soon.

Guilt was tearing Marc apart and no matter what they said or did, he wouldn’t let it go. It wasn’t his fault, none of it was, but he couldn’t see that. He took the blame for her injury, Jessica’s scar, what had happened to Joshua, everything. He spent every minute of the day trying to make up for what happened, exhausting himself to the point that he was making himself sick.

They’d all tried to talk to him, to explain to him that none of it was his fault, but he wouldn’t listen. He thought he’d failed and he was doing everything that he could to make up for it. He was losing weight, had dark circles beneath his eyes and she couldn’t remember the last time that one of the babies had woken up crying, because Marc refused to leave them. They’d barely get the chance to open their mouths to let out a healthy cry and Marc would be there with a bottle and a clean diaper to take care of them and make sure that the adults were able to work and sleep throughout the night, undisturbed.