Tall, Silent & Lethal (Pyte/Sentinel #4)(76)

Somehow she managed to make it to the edge of the bed and even succeeded in getting one foot on the floor before he dragged her right back on the bed. But she didn’t go easily.

“Let me go!” she yelled, shoving at the hands that gripped her h*ps as he dragged her back on the bed.

“As soon as you’ve fed,” the irritatingly stubborn son of a bitch calmly explained as he shifted his hold on her and maneuvered her onto her back.

He smoothly shifted over her until his weight had her pinned to the bed, but unlike the last time that he’d had her in this position, her arms and legs weren’t pinned beneath him. She did her best to kick him as she gripped his shoulders and shoved, but the only response she got was a bored sigh as he shifted his weight onto his elbows so that he could look down at her, effectively trapping her.

She gasped, shifting beneath him as she licked her suddenly dry lips while she waited for the panic to hit, but……

It never came.

Instead of freaking out or feeling like the world was closing in on her, she felt safe, protected and if the bastard on top of her wasn’t trying to force her to drink his blood, she’d probably allow herself to enjoy this moment.

“I’m not moving until you’ve fed.”

“I don’t need to feed to get my answers!” she snapped, frustrated that she’d once again been manhandled.

“Yes, you do,” Christofer murmured, propping his chin on his upturned palm as he continued to gaze down at her, looking bored.

“No,” she gritted out, trying to shove him away, “I don’t.”

“I can’t take you out of here until you’ve fed,” he murmured, clearly biting back a yawn, which only pissed her off more.

“You lying son of a bitch!” she said, shifting until her feet were pressed against the bed before she did her best to dislodge him, but other than jostling him a little and earning another yawn, he didn’t appear to notice.

“The sooner you feed, the faster we can get out of here,” he explained, somehow managing to sound rational.

“What about my answers?” she demanded, slightly winded, which had her narrowing her eyes on the bastard and wondering if he’d lied to her before. “Why can’t I kick your ass? You said that I would be stronger.”

“And you would be if you fed more,” he said with a slight nod against his palm as he reached up with his free hand to push a loose strand of hair out of her face. She slapped the offending hand away and fixed it herself, all while sending the bastard a murderous glare.

“I’ve drank more blood than you over the last couple of days so according to your little theory, I should be stronger,” she said accusingly as she pointedly shoved at his shoulders again to no avail.

He simply shrugged as he explained, “I’m older and need less blood.”

Narrowing her eyes on him, she let out a frustrated growl as she tried once again to shove the bastard away.

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re still stronger than a human,” he said with an amused glint in his eyes that she chose to ignore.

“It doesn’t!” she snapped back, wishing that she was strong enough to kick his ass.

“All you have to do is take a little nibble,” he said, lazily gesturing to his neck, “and we can go get your answers.”

“I’m not feeding from you!”

“You will if you ever want to get off this bed,” he said with another careless shrug that had her seeing red.

“Get. Off. Me,” she bit out, hating him for doing this to her, but hating herself more because right now, she wanted nothing more than to sink her teeth into the tantalizing tanned skin above her and finally find out if his blood tasted as good as it smelled.

“Just as soon as you have a small bite, we can go,” he promised her with a teasing smile that made it difficult to hate him.

Seeing him smiling or carefree in any way shouldn’t affect her, but it did. She liked this side of him a hell of a lot more than the brooding version of him that treated her with kid gloves and acted like she was a chore that he got stuck with. She enjoyed spending time with him when he was relaxed like at night when he held her in his arms or when he was focused on his sketchpad, but other times….

She wanted to kick him in the balls.

“I know you’re hungry, mein Schatz,” he murmured as he played with a strand of her hair.

“I’m fine,” she lied, squirming wildly beneath him as she struggled to ignore just how good he smelled.

“I’ll even make this easy for you,” he said, lowering himself on her and turning his head to the side so that his neck was bared to her. “Just sink your fangs in me, mein Schatz, and take what you need.”

She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head. “No!”

“Yes,” Christofer said, turning his head so that he could look at her. She opened her eyes to glare at him. “You need to eat, mein Schatz.”

“Not like this!” she snapped, in no mood for another lecture about what could happen if she went too long without drinking blood. She’d accepted the fact that she had to drink bagged blood for the rest of her life, something that she wasn’t happy about, but she would do it if it meant keeping other people safe. But this…….

No, she couldn’t force herself to do this, not when there were other options, options that would keep people safe and allow her to keep whatever was left of her humanity.