Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(45)

“This was a waste of time!” the second, slightly larger man complained, sounding distressed. “The Master is going to be furious that we wasted an entire night and have nothing to show for it.”

“You think so?” Kale asked casually, finishing both Cokes as he made his way to the only window in the room. He opened the window and stepped out onto the small fire escape.

“Where the hell are you going?” the man demanded, still standing across the room, completely oblivious to the coming attack. Kale looked down at the large leather banded watch on his left wrist and tsked softy as he shook his head in disgust.

Whoever was running the Seattle compound was truly lacking, he thought as he looked down at the alleyway bellow him and watched as a half dozen Sentinels spread out. Even two hundred feet up and he could smell the almost too sweet scent of their blood, but the two vampires inside didn’t have a clue, which was yet another reason he hated working with leeches, especially leeches less than five centuries old. They didn’t know shit and still had the instincts of a human.

“Are the two minions that were following us stationed downstairs?” he asked, unable to scent them from here, but knowing they hadn’t gone very far. Since his vampire buddies here would have to find cover in two hours, well they normally would have, Logan would have to rely on minions to keep track of him until sunset. Of course Logan could hire demons or other shifters to watch him, but they both knew that just wouldn’t end well and Logan wouldn’t want to waste a valuable commodity like a demon or shifter since their loyalty was difficult to come by for a vampire and Logan knew he’d kill them without hesitation.

Humans on the other hand……..

Well, Logan was like most other Masters in that he really didn’t give a flying f**k about his minions unless another vampire poached them. They were a dime a dozen and easily replaceable. Besides if they were truly worth anything Logan would have changed them, not accepted them as slaves.

The men shared a surprised look. Really, it shouldn’t be a shock that he’d scented the two humans that reeked of vampires since it was his goddamn job to notice those types of things. Besides, having a really pissed off vampire on his ass for the last nine hundred years had really gone a long way in helping him hone his Alpha senses.

Kale cocked his head to the side and listened to the small ding of the elevator followed by the sounds of about ten people moving quietly, yet efficiently through the hall in their direction. When they were close enough for the vampires to scent them he gave the two vampires who didn’t have a chance in hell a mocking grin and propelled himself over the railing and fell two stories before he grabbed hold of a railing.

Biting back a yawn, Kale pulled himself over the railing just as the sounds of fighting reached his ears.

He barely gave them or the Sentinels covering the lobby a second thought as he quickly found a way back inside the building. While he broke into the dark apartment he realized how difficult it was going to be to find Isabella McGuire. From what he’d read and seen the woman had no family ties, no real friends, and trusted no one, making her damn difficult to track down, he thought with an anticipatory grin as he strolled past the smiling infant holding out her arms in silent demand.

Isabella McGuire was going to be a challenge, but that was more than fine with him since the beast in him loved a good challenge.

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“Do you like that, Izzy?” Chris asked against her neck as he slid another finger inside of her, making her gasp and pray that he’d never stop.

She couldn’t believe how good that felt. Never in a million years would she have believed her body could respond to a man like this or even feel this good. Her previous attempts at sex had left her uncomfortable, bored, and feeling inept. Right now she couldn’t even think about anything but the way Chris felt against her, warm, solid and so damn good that it had her licking her lips and thrusting her h*ps up to take his fingers deeper into her body.

For the first time in her life she wanted a man. She wanted sex, hard, hot and fast and most importantly now. Even though Chris’ fingers felt so damn good she needed something else from him. She fisted his short hair, reveling in the feel of silk and brought his mouth to hers. He let out a loud groan of approval as he devoured her mouth on contact.

His fingers left her and before she could mourn their loss he’d replaced them with something harder and much bigger. Panting hard against his mouth, she spread her legs wider for him, praying he’d put her out of his misery soon and”Izzy, wake up,” a deep semi-familiar voice said, drawing her away from the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced.

“Go ‘way. I’m busy,” she mumbled, rolling over, or at least trying to roll over, but soft cushions prevented her escape so she just gave up where she was and tried to drift off again, but the jerk who woke her up wasn’t having that.

“I’m sorry, Izzy, but dad and my brother who won’t stop glaring at you asked me to look you over and I can’t do that with you asleep,” he said, sounding amused which was really a buzz kill for her moment of sexual bliss.

“I’m fine,” she mumbled against the cushion as she tried to move tightly against it and away from the man sighing heavily behind her and trying to turn her on her back.

“Izzy,” the man said patiently, “you have to get up so I can look you over.”