Tall, Silent & Lethal (Pyte/Sentinel #4)(88)

“You just changed your mind?” she repeated, sounding amused as she looked pointedly down at the large erection in her hands.

“Yes!” he hissed out when she rocked her hips, rubbing her wet slit over him.

“I see,” she said softly, her attention fixed on his c**k as her grip tightened around him. She slowly canted her h*ps back and forth, riding the length of his c**k as she moaned softly.

His fangs shot down before he could stop them. Glad that her attention was elsewhere, he ran his tongue over the tips of his fangs and willed them to retreat, but they wouldn’t listen, not with Cloe coating his c**k in her juices. His breaths came short and choppy as he desperately tried sending his fangs back, praying that he was able to do it before she saw them and started screaming. He felt the tingle of his eyes just before their surroundings took on shades of red again, but with a thought he had them shifting back to blue.

“So, you’d be okay if I stopped?” she asked, continuing to play with his c**k as she shot him a questioning look.

Clamping his jaw tightly shut, he nodded, his c**k jerking in her hands in protest.

Cloe sighed, long and loud as she reluctantly nodded. “If that’s what you want.”

It wasn’t what he wanted, but he didn’t have a choice. Never had. He could handle fingering a woman, licking her out and kissing her without losing control, but every time he slid inside a woman his grip on his control faltered, leaving him struggling to hide what he was. The few times that he’d allowed himself to take a chance he’d ended up scrambling for the door and running off like a coward, but the last time…..

That last time should have been enough.

He could still hear her screams for help….

It sure as hell wasn’t something that he wanted to go through with Cloe. She made him lose control with a smile. He was a f**king moron for thinking that he had a chance of retaining control with her because of a pair of handcuffs. He should have……..

“Fucking hell!” he roared as Cloe took him by surprise.

“Much better,” Cloe said, sounding pleased with herself as she slowly slid down his c**k until he was buried inside her to the hilt. “Now, where were we?”

He opened his mouth to beg her to have mercy on him, but the sensation of his fangs shooting down had him clamping his mouth shut. His control over his eyes was tenuous, but for the moment he had them under his control. He used his eyes to convey the message that she needed to get off him, now. When she ignored his glare, he reached up to remove her with trembling hands only to have her intercept his hands and place them on her br**sts.

“I believe you were explaining to me the reason why you’ve been screwing with my head,” she said, covering his hands with hers and forcing them to squeeze her large pouty br**sts as she shifted on his lap, drawing a strangled groan from him.

“Haven’t been screwing with your head,” he managed to bite out between clenched teeth, praying that she didn’t see his fangs and realize just how close he was to losing it.

“Really?” she asked in a disbelieving tone as she slowly rode him, her wet core hugging his shaft tightly and stroking it with every motion.

“Yes!”

“I see,” she said, releasing her hold over his hands.

The second that her hands dropped to her sides, he forced himself to drop his hands as well, ignoring the impulse to squeeze them, run his hands over them, play with the pretty ni**les begging for his attention and…

And…..

And…..

Lick his lips hungrily as he watched Cloe reach between her legs and trace her wet slit with the tips of her fingers. Enthralled, he watched as she rode him, his c**k disappearing inside her with increasing urgency as she played with her swollen cl*t for his viewing pleasure. Everything took on shades of red, but he was too lost to care or realize what that meant. A small moan dragged his attention north to find a similar pair of shimmering red eyes watching him.

He felt his body go still and swore that his heart stopped beating as he waited for her to scream, to yell at him, call him a monster, hit him, to look at him with terror and disgust as she realized that the man that was making love to her was the same man that had attacked her and destroyed her life. It was what he deserved, what he expected, but this was Cloe that he was dealing with here. Why he still expected her to act like a normal woman would was beyond him.

“You feel so good,” she said, licking her lips hungrily as she continued to ride him.

For a moment he watched her, looking for any signs that she was frightened, but he could only sense her arousal. He hadn’t lied to her when he’d told her that he’d never lost control when he was with a woman. He’d never wanted one badly enough to lose the kind of control that would put a woman’s life in danger, not since the lab. He’d always had a problem with hiding what he was, which was why he usually settled for pleasuring a woman to get what he wanted.

“You’re really not scared?” he found himself asking, curious about her reaction.

“Is that what was bothering you?” she asked, sounding just as curious.

“Yes.”

“Afraid that I’d see the real you and make a run for it?” she teased, her lips twitching with amusement as her hand suddenly stilled between her legs.

“Something like that,” he admitted, slowly sitting up and wrapping his arms loosely around her as she continued to slowly ride him. “You have more than enough reason to,” he admitted as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.