Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(90)

“Stop!” she cried as he leaned over to kiss her.

Just before his lips met hers he was yanked back from her with a hard jerk and flying across the room. He slammed into the wall and crumbled to the floor with a pained moan. Swallowing hard, she looked back towards the door to find Chris standing in the doorway looking ready to kill someone and she was very much afraid that that someone was going to be her, judging by the glare he was sending her.

Without a word he took her hand in his and yanked her out of the vending machine room.

“What about my Coke?” she demanded, needing her caffeine fix now more than ever.

He ignored her, which would have pissed her off if she wasn’t actually worried that she was finally going to be on the receiving end of that spanking that he kept promising her. Her ass ached just thinking about it.

She didn’t want a spanking and she sure as hell didn’t want to find herself handcuffed to the toilet for the next couple of days. If he tried to do either one of those things she was going to make a run for it that’s all there was to it.

“Maybe we should take the elevator,” she suggested when he dragged them towards the stairwell. Not that she couldn’t handle the stairs, but she felt the odds of having a witness or two were greater in the elevator.

Either he didn’t hear or her or didn’t care, because he kept up his stride towards the stairs, practically ripped the door open and pulled her inside. When she hesitated to go up the stairs, because frankly she really was in no rush for a sore ass and whatever else he had planned for her, he let of her hand, grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder.

“I can walk!”

But again he ignored her and took the steps two at a time, leaving her rather impressed and even more nervous. Whatever he had planned for her, he was eager to get started.

“Look, you’re obviously mad about something and I think that maybe we should sit down and talk this over.

Doesn’t that sound like a good idea?” she asked brightly, hoping it would help convince him.

Still he said nothing. Once they reached their floor he stormed out of the stairwell and carried her to their room. She grabbed the waist of his jeans and raised herself up so that she could look around the hall and hopeful spot someone she could beg to help her. Of course with her luck there was no one.

Her mouth went dry when he slammed their hotel room door shut behind them. This was it, she thought trying to mentally prepare herself for what was about to happen, but couldn’t. How exactly did one prepare for a spanking, she wondered as he dropped her on her feet.

“Take your shoes off,” he said tightly, as he yanked his sneakers off and tossed them to the side.

“Why?” she asked him warily as she discretely tried to back away from him.

“Because I’m going to teach you how to fight. Now move your ass, Munchkin, before I change my mind.”

Chapter 31

“Stop laughing! I’m trying to kick your ass here!” Izzy said, obviously trying not to laugh and sound stern as she tightened her hold around his waist and tried to pull him to the ground.

“Do you want some help?” he asked, enjoying himself more than he ever thought possible, which was actually funny since he’d come close to killing someone not even an hour ago.

He shouldn’t be laughing and enjoying himself. He should still be pissed and needing to take his rage out on someone or something, but his little Munchkin soothed him in a way he never thought possible. If anything he should be really pissed that she was playing around and not taking this seriously, especially since it pissed him off that she couldn’t fight and some f**king human male had put his hands on her, because she’d been helpless to stop him.

Never in his life had he wanted to kill someone more than that son of a bitch who dared to put his hands on his mate, his wife. He wanted to tear the bastard apart and probably would have if he hadn’t felt the need to get Izzy out of there and somewhere safe. It was an urge he couldn’t ignore and one that confused the shit out of him. She was his in every way that mattered and her safety had been his only concern.

After he’d seen her helpless and cornered by that ass**le he knew that he couldn’t depend on those entrusted with her care to be there every second of the day to make sure nothing happened to her. She needed to be trained whether or not her abilities surfaced.

Surprisingly she was learning, quickly. She might be laughing and being playful with him, but she was learning and for the first time in years he was truly enjoying himself.

Working with his father was great. He loved his father, loved spending time with him and sparing with him, but it was always a job to him. Something he had to do to be the best and keep his family safe. It hadn’t always been like that. Back in the beginning when his father started to teach him he’d loved it. He had a great time with Ephraim. They laughed, they joked and he’d enjoyed every minute of it.

Everything changed after he was shot. Workouts became a way to get his body back under his control.

Sparing with his father or anyone for that matter was a way to get his skills up and his job became everything in his world. He’d stopped hanging out with his friends, didn’t watch television, play video games with his brother, or do any of the typical teenage bullshit that Jill and Joshua did. He took every f**king thing in his life seriously.

With his Munchkin he felt alive, carefree and happy.