“Quiet,” the glaring bastard that she didn’t like said softly as he set her on her unsteady feet and shoved her behind him.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, hastily crossing her arms over her bare br**sts as she risked a peek past him and immediately wished that she hadn’t. “Oh, shit,” she muttered, locking eyes with Christofer, who stood directly across from them on the other side of the pool. He watched them through glowing red eyes that looked a hell of a lot more intense than they had when he’d made love to her earlier.

“Collecting another fee,” Kale said, shoving her back with his body as he took a step back from the edge of the pool and drew his weapon out of its holster.

“Another fee?” she asked, frowning as she took another step back all while keeping her eyes locked on Christofer, terrified that if she looked away from him even for a second that she’d find herself pinned beneath him with her throat ripped out again.

“A mover’s fee,” Kale said, shoving her back again.

“A mover’s fee?”

“Are you going to repeat everything I say?” Kale snapped, shoving her back again.

“Probably,” she murmured absently as she watched in utter amazement as Christofer took a step forward and-

Didn’t fall in the pool like she’d expected.

“Pytes can walk on water?” she murmured, watching as Christofer walked towards them.

“No,” Kale croaked, sounding just as surprised as she was. “And he sure as hell shouldn’t be able to do it while in bloodlust.”

“Mine,” Christofer growled, the sound low and sexy and instantly making her think of a hundred naughty things that she wouldn’t mind doing with him as he whispered all the dirty things that he’d like to do to her while using that voice.

“Or talk,” Kale added while she was busy letting her mind wander off a bit.

Now was not the time to be thinking of him bending her over, ripping her panties off with his teeth and sinking that wickedly talented tongue in-

A vicious growl and a muttered curse broke through her rather inappropriate thoughts. She bit her bottom lip as she watched Christofer’s beautiful red eyes take in every single inch of her as he hungrily licked his lips. Her body shivered in response, which earned another muttered curse from Kale as the bastard, who seemed to be in love with glaring, shot a glare over his shoulder.

“Are you f**king kidding me?” he demanded, shaking his head in disgust.

Ignoring the heat spreading up her neck and pretending that the realization that they could scent her arousal didn’t make her want to die of mortification, she glared right back at him. “Don’t you have a job to do?” she reminded him, hoping that it was enough to distract him.

Still shaking his head in disgust, he returned his attention to the man now standing less than ten feet away from them. “Just as soon as he steps onto the tile.”

“What happens when he steps on the tile?” she asked distractedly, her attention focused on the man watching her every move.

God, he was so damn sexy……

And he smelled incredible. Her vision went red as she licked her lips, running her eyes over his body and pausing at all the good spots. What was it about his scent that made her desperate to get him inside her? She should still be freaking out and trying to get away from him before he could attack her instead of standing here fantasizing about dropping to her knees and-

“I’m going to shoot him,” Kale announced, quickly killing the mood and drawing her attention to the bastard now aiming his weapon at Christofer’s chest.

“What the hell are you talking about?” she asked, licking her suddenly dry lips, sure that she’d misheard him.

“The Compound leader is no longer interested in keeping him,” Kale said evenly, forcing her to step back once again.

“Is that why they kept us locked up?” she asked, hoping to distract him long enough so that she could figure out a way to get Christofer out of this without the glaring bastard putting a bullet between his eyes.

“That would be my guess,” Kale said, stepping back again, his focus locked on the Pyte standing less than three feet from the edge of the pool, watching their every move.

“And now?” she asked, risking a quick glance over her shoulder to see that there was still a good ten feet between them and the tiled wall behind them.

“And now they’re not happy,” Kale said as he once again stepped back, forcing her to go with him.

She glanced back quickly and nearly sighed with relief when she saw that Christofer hadn’t moved any closer. They still had time, not much, but she was hoping that it was enough.

“So, now what?” she asked, sending Christofer an imploring look to keep his ass right where it was. If he understood, it didn’t show.

“So now I need to transfer you to a Compound that can handle you and take the ass**le here to the Williams’ mansion where the pain in the ass that’s mated to my Izzy can train him,” Kale explained, taking her by surprise not only because he usually ignored her questions and settled for glaring at her, but because he actually bothered to tell her his plans, which meant…….

She swallowed nervously. “You’re planning on shooting me afterwards, aren’t you?” she asked, this time stepping back on her own.

“Smart girl,” Kale said, nodding approvingly as he took another step back.

“Why not keep us together?” she asked, her mouth going dry at the thought of being shot.

It didn’t matter that they’d promised her that she couldn’t die, she still didn’t want to get shot. She also didn’t want to be separated from Christofer and right now, she was terrified that the thought of being taken away from him scared her more than being shot.

“You’re not going anywhere near my godchildren,” he said, forcing her back another foot. “Come on, ass**le, take the bait,” he snapped in aggravation when Christofer still didn’t move.

“I would never hurt a child,” she said hollowly, truly offended that he thought that she was capable of harming a child.

Kale snorted in disgust. “Don’t take it personally, cupcake.”

“How the hell else am I supposed to take it?” she snapped, moving to step away from him, but he simply reached back, grabbed her by the arm and forced her to stay right where she was.

“You’re marked,” he said as if that would explain everything.

Tags: R.L. Mathewson Pyte/Sentinel Fantasy
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