PS02 - Without Regret (39 page)

“What the fuck did we just do?” he asked, sounding out of breath.

She smiled as she pressed a kiss to his Sentinel mark, making his still hard erection jump. “If you’re not sure then we should

probably do it again.”

For a moment he didn’t say anything and she expected a playful swat on her ass for her smartass remark.

What she didn’t expect was to find herself suddenly tossed onto her back and Chris climbing between his legs, panting hard.

“I’m not sure,” he said with a rueful grin as his mouth came down on hers.

Chapter 32

His hand shot out before his eyes opened and reached beneath the pillow to his right only to come up empty.

What the hell? he thought as he came fully awake and opened his eyes to find himself in a dimly lit hotel room.

Shit.

For the first time in years he’d forgotten to hide a weapon next to him as he slept. He was making too many fucking mistakes

lately, he thought as his eyes locked on the large bump that was moving slightly beneath the comforter to his right where his

little mate should be resting after their day of sex, he thought with a grin.

He should be mad at himself for giving into his weakness for her and probably would be later, but right now all he could think

about was sliding back into her hot wet sheath and kissing her again.

Now he understood why men lost their minds over sex.

It was fucking fantastic. He loved everything about it, absolutely everything. He knew it was going to create a problem when

they were separated, but he’d deal with it then. Right now he’d be an idiot to let his worries and fears come between them

when they didn’t have very much time left.

This was their time. Their only time together and he didn’t want to waste it with another moment of bullshit.

Biting back a laugh, he gripped the comforter and yanked it back, earning an adorable little squeal from his little mate as she

tried to turn and hide what was in her hands and lap.

With a long drawn out sigh, he sat up, reached around his little mate and plucked the small plastic box out of her hand.

“Hey! I was winning!” she cried as she tried to take the handheld game back.

What the hell? he wondered as he looked down at the small screen. It had been a long time since he played a video game, never

mind look at one and he couldn’t believe the changes in graphics since the last time he played.

“You’re going to make me lose,” Izzy pouted.

From the corner of his eye he watched her stuff a chocolate in her mouth and sulk in his direction. When he didn’t give the

game back she muttered something else and ate another chocolate. He took his eyes off the game for a moment while he sat up

and pushed back until his back was against the wall to look over at her.

Her hair was messy, her lips were still a bit puffy from the last time he’d made love to her and all around her were little silver

wrappers and he couldn’t help but chuckle. She was such a cute little thing, he decided as she made a mad grab for the video

game.

Of course he pulled it back and got comfortable and started to, at least tried to, play it.

“Can I have my game back now?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Let me think about it……ah, no,” he said, chuckling when she grumbled something else and stuffed another chocolate into her

mouth.

“When did you get this?” he asked, pretty sure he would have remembered if she had it in her bag before.

“I bought it when we went to the store,” she said, moving to grab it again, but once again he moved it just out of reach as he

started to, at least in his opinion, kick some serious ghost ass.

“You used cash?” he asked, distractedly.

“Yes,” she said hesitantly.

Did she think he would get pissed because she spent his money? He wasn’t that much of an asshole. Even if their time together

was going to be short, it was still his job to provide for her and make her happy and apparently video games and chocolate

made her happy so he’d happily give them to her.

“Fine. You can have a turn. I was just about to go take a shower anyway,” she mumbled, throwing him a little pout that he

easily ignored. The swat to his legs wasn’t so easily ignored. Hell, that stung and of course pleased him immensely. His little

Munchkin was coming along rather nicely, he decided as his eyes followed her sweet ass as it swayed incitingly.

He dropped the game on the bed, making a mental note to pick one up for his little brother and followed after her, practically

drooling. It probably made him look pathetic, but he didn’t give a fuck.

As he made his way to the shower where his little mate was humming off key, he grabbed the bottles of peaches and cream

shampoo and conditioner that she’d bought and set them on the side of the bathtub as he climbed in.

Izzy turned around and reached for him. He went willingly, more than happy to give her whatever she wanted. She wrapped her

arms around his neck as she stood up on her tippy toes and waited for him to meet her halfway, he didn’t make her wait long.

Unable to help himself, he devoured her mouth and practically groaned when he tasted chocolate flavored Izzy. He slid his

hands between them and glided them over wet skin until they came into contact her large breasts. Izzy squirmed against him and

somehow managed to force his hands up and over her nipples.

“Is that what you want, Munchkin?” he whispered against her lips as he stroked her hard nipples between his fingers, pausing

only to lightly pinch them.

“Yes,” she sighed into his mouth as she snaked her hand between them and cupped his balls. “Is this what you want?” she

asked, sounding sexy as hell.

“Mmmhmmm,” he murmured against her lips.

Even though they’d made love all afternoon they still took their time to touch and explore each other as if it were the first time

or the last time, he realized. He didn’t like the idea of never being able to touch her again, but he knew he’d do whatever he

had to in order to make sure that she was safe. She’d probably hate him for the rest of their lives, but as long as she was safe

that’s all that mattered to him.

She pulled away frowning. “Are you okay?” she asked, cupping his face in her small hands.

“Everything’s fine,” he lied, forcing a smile as he leaned back down to claim her lips.

A loud banging noise on the wall behind them had them jumping apart.

“Hey! It’s one in the morning and some of us are trying to sleep here! Turn the damn shower off!”

Izzy’s face turned an interesting shade of red as he laughed and grabbed a bar of soap. He made short work of cleaning them

both and Izzy, no doubt mortified, did whatever she could to hurry the process along. Five minutes and two threats to call the

manager later and he was drying her off with a large off-white cotton towel.

“Now where were we?” Izzy asked, threading her fingers through his hair and yanking him down for a kiss. It pleased him that

she was as hungry for him as he was for her.

“I think we were right about here,” he said, picking her up and placing her on the edge of the sink counter.

“Hmm, I think you might be right,” she said, smiling so damn beautifully that his heart ached just to look at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, gently pushing back her damp honey blonde hair.

She rolled her eyes even as she averted them. “No, I’m not. Cute, maybe but I’m definitely not beautiful.”

He leaned down until his mouth was right next to her ear. “You are very beautiful, Munchkin.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled and he didn’t like the fact that she doubted it or even had a hard time accepting a compliment.

They’d have to work on that during the remaining time they had together, he decided as he gripped himself and slid into her.

Her little hiss of pleasure sent tremors down to his balls and made them go tight in seconds. As he dipped his head to kiss her,

he pulled her legs up and positioned her feet on the edge of counter, opening her up more for him.

“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling away from her.

“More than okay,” she said, placing her hands on the counter behind her to support her position as they both looked down and

watched his cock slowly slide in and out of her. He licked his lips as he watched his glistening cock slide out of her and had to

fight the urge to pull out and replace it with his mouth.

Back when he used to go down on girls to protect his reputation, he hadn’t really cared for the act that much.

He only cared that he was good at it and that they got off. Nothing else mattered, but with Izzy he couldn’t get enough of her.

Just the taste of her juices had him fighting back the urge to come.

He ground his teeth as he watched Izzy move a trembling hand over her breast and down her stomach and when she touched

herself and moaned his movements slowed as he watched her explore herself. It was more than obvious by her surprised little

gasps that she’d never touched herself before and the knowledge that he was watching her touch herself for the first time had

his dick throbbing almost painfully.

He could easily come, but he held off, giving her a chance to enjoy herself.

When she licked her lips and threw her head back crying out his name he lost it. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her

tightly against him as he stumbled away from the counter and pressed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist

as he pounded into her, uncaring that he lost control or that the asshole next door was screaming his head off.

He couldn’t get enough of her.

As he fucked her he grabbed the hand she’d used to pleasure herself with and sucked her fingers greedily.

He loved the way she tasted, the way she felt wrapped around his cock, the moans she practically scream in his ear and he was

scared shitless that he actually might love her.

“Chris!” she screamed his name, sending him over the edge. He pumped two more times inside of her as he buried his face in

the crook of her neck.

He turned his head to press a kiss against her damp neck and that’s when he felt it. Knowing that he was just imagining things,

he pulled back and felt his world crash down around him as he spotted the dark pink raised circle right beneath Izzy’s ear.

Aw, fuck no………….

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some of their things in bags as he yelled at Eric to move his ass.

She really didn’t know what the hell was going on. One minute he was groaning in her ear and pressing sweet kisses against

her neck and the next minute he was running a hot bath for her and telling her to soak a few minutes while he handled a few

things. For ten minutes she did exactly that as she listened to Chris yell at someone on the phone from the other room. Finally

she had enough, got out of the tub, dried off and pulled on a pair of lavender panties and a matching cotton camisole and

stormed out of the bathroom only to be forced to climb on the bed or get run over by Chris as he paced the room.

“I don’t fucking care if you’re ready or not. I’m taking her in now!” Chris snapped, actually scaring her.

She must have made a sound or something because he stopped pacing and was immediately by her side, taking her hand into his

as he continued speaking on the phone with Eric.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what’s going on. I want my wife protected!” he practically roared.

Wasn’t he protecting her? she thought, wondering what the hell changed in such a short span of time. She didn’t want to go the

Boston compound because it would be one more place that she needed to try and escape from, but the way he was acting

terrified her and made her think that perhaps she should go. Then again she’d like to make that decision on a little information.

She wanted to know what the hell was going on.

“Then let me take her to another compound. Either way she needs more protection at the moment,” he explained, giving her

hand a comforting squeeze that if she was going to be honest didn’t really provide her with a whole lot of comfort. No, it

actually terrified her more.

“She,” his eyes darted down at her before he continued, “has a raised circle below her ear,” he said tightly, not sounding too

pleased about it.

Was he talking about her rash? she wondered. She pulled her hand away from his and hurried to the bathroom and flipped the

light on. When she saw that the last evidence of the scratches was gone she wasn’t too surprised since she’d always healed

quickly.

She tilted her head to the side and frowned when she spotted the source of all the itching, except it didn’t itch any longer. No,

now it was a small dark pink empty circle the size of a nickel and whatever it was it was scaring the hell out of Chris.

What the hell did the werewolf do to her?

“Eric’s sending a team to help make sure we get to the compound,” he said with a forced smile.

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked, biting her lip and trying not to cry. She didn’t want the werewolf version of rabies or

distemper or whatever the hell they had.

“Nothing’s wrong with you, Munchkin,” he said with a forced smile. “This is just a precaution.”

“What the hell does this thing mean?” she demanded, pointing to her neck.

He didn’t look as he shook his head. “It’s nothing to worry about,” he said calmly and she would have loved to believe him

except that muscle ticking in his jaw told another story.