Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(29)

“Everything will be fine, Madison,” he said soothingly against her lips. “Let me make you feel good before I have to go, baby,” he pleaded softly, hoping her raging hormones would give him a hand here so he could leave her relaxed and stress free.

With a pained moan she opened her mouth beneath his. He slid his tongue into her mouth as he gripped her bottom gently and picked her up off the ground until they were eye level. Within seconds the scent of her arousal filled his senses once again.

She devoured his mouth as she fisted his hair, letting him know she was once again desperate for him. When her fangs sliced his tongue and lips she practically purred as she licked the blood away, reminding him that he’d need to feed her tonight after he came home from patrol.

Although they normally drank bagged blood he preferred to feed her from his vein while she was pregnant. She still drank bagged blood, but her main source of blood came from him and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He didn’t care that it weakened him.

She needed it for their babies so he gladly gave it.

“Ephraim,” she cried against his mouth as she squirmed against him desperate for release. He had to bite back his grin as he thought about all the sex they’d had during her last pregnancy. A few times there he’d actually thought she was going to succeed where Nichols had failed and kill him with sex, but somehow he’d survived. With twice the hormones surging through her body he’d probably be in a sex coma by the second trimester, he thought with a grin.

He pressed one last kiss to her mouth, knowing what he was about to do for her was going test his willpower, but he’d endure for her.

“Up you go,” he said, gently guiding her up towards the ceiling until he felt her take over and float herself up, stopping when her belly button was at eye level with him. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her still flat stomach, closing his eyes and savoring the sound of his unborn children’s rapid heartbeats.

“Are you sure you want to leave me like this, baby?” he asked, pressing a kiss beneath her navel. “You know what will happen when I get home, don’t you?” he damn near growled against her skin as he remembered the last time she’d worked him into a frenzy just before he received an emergency call on his Sentinel phone and had to leave her.

For the next twelve hours he’d been a little more than an animal snapping at everyone and tearing through minions and vampires so he could return to her. When he arrived home he’d f**ked her until she could barely move and when she made the mistake of letting him know that she was awake, he f**ked her again.

“Yes,” she moaned loudly, obviously loving the memory of what he did to her if the scent of her increased arousal was any indication.

He ran his the tip of his tongue from her navel down through her wet neatly trimmed curls and over her slit, earning a cry of ecstasy from Madison before he pulled away. He savored the taste of her as his eyes latched onto heaven on earth, making his breaths come faster.

A slight burning sensation let him know that his eyes had shifted to a fiery red and he didn’t even bother sending his fangs back once they dropped.

“When I get home,” he growled, sliding his hands between her knees and pulling them apart and over his shoulders, “I’d better find you on the bed, on your hands and knees, wet and ready for me.”

Chapter 9

“Oh my god! Get your hand off my ass!” Isabella practically screeched as she reached back to swat at the hand that was on her ass just as it gently squeezed.

She gasped.

He groaned.

She may have moaned.

What the hell?

Somehow she managed to sidestep out of his grasp and away from the car door he was trying to shove her through.

“Get in,” he bit out, looking pretty pissed. If anyone should be pissed it should be her!

They’d kidnapped her, dragged her to the other side of the country without her permission, probably drugged her and set up an elaborate farce to screw with her head and the bastard glaring daggers at her couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her ass and he was acting like it was somehow her fault.

What. A. Jerk.

“Listen, Munchkin,” he bit out, stepping closer and leaving her with no choice but to back up until her back hit the side of the small SUV, “I’ve gotten maybe two hours of sleep in the last two weeks. I’m exhausted and in absolutely no mood for your bullshit. Whether you know it or not you have a job you’re supposed to be doing and somehow managed to avoid, which is making my job a hell of a lot harder than it should be.”

“So, unless you’re going to open that pretty little mouth of yours and start telling me what I want to hear I suggest you shut up and get your adorable little ass in the car and give me a f**king break,” he said in a cold even voice that left her even more confused and slightly more turned on and wondering what happened to the easy going guy persona he had going a few minutes ago.

He leaned in, resting his hands on either side of her head so that his face was mere inches from hers. His eyes met hers, almost daring her to give him another reason to manhandle her and god help her she actually considered taunting the bastard just so that he would.

“Do we have an understanding?” he asked, leaning in closer until she could make out that minty fresh scent of his breath. Her eyes dropped to his mouth and she swallowed the urge to lean forward and discover how minty his mouth really was.