PS03 - Tall, Dark & Heartless (27 page)

wasn't easy, but somehow she managed to keep going.

"Pull over," Caine demanded when she slapped his hand away, again.

"No!'" she snapped.

"I need to fuck you," he practically growled as he somehow snaked his hand beneath her shirt. Before she could stop him,

he was palming her left breast and groaning in her ear. Her damn traitorous nipple hardened in welcome as she fought to

control her breathing.

She couldn't do this. It was wrong. He was drugged and not thinking straight. When he worked the drugs out of his system

he'd be mad, she reminded herself even as she tilted her head back slightly and to the left to give him more room to work. When

he ripped her shirt open and latched onto her nipple she didn't bother biting back the loud moan. Instead, she put her directional

signal on, slowed down and parked the car on the side of the road. Without taking his mouth away from her breast he reached

over and put the car into park for her.

With a murmured "thank you" she sat there, panting hard as she tried to do the right thing. This was wrong, so very wrong,

she thought as her eyes closed of their own accord and she licked her lips as he reached between her legs and traced her wet

slit with the pad of his finger.

She was barely aware of her fangs sliding down or even the small tingle that accompanied her eyes shifting to red. All she

could think about was the way Caine was driving her out of her mind and the fact that this was the very last thing that he

wanted. Why did she have to have a conscience?

Danni took a deep fortifying breath and when that didn't give her the strength that she needed to stop him she took another

one. The second one really didn't help, but she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. She needed to stop him before he did

something he would regret. She knew that she wouldn't regret the act itself, but how he regarded her afterwards.

Sex was just sex. It was something she did when she was wound up tight or needed to burn excess energy, but even with

that said, she'd never been one to sleep around. She needed to at least know the guy and have a certain level of trust and respect

for him. That was the reason why she was never able to give herself to Greg, that and she wasn't attracted to the jerk. Caine on

the other hand was a different story altogether.

Trust or no trust, the man simply turned her on like nothing else. She wasn't exactly sure how a simple attraction could

have blown up to a need of this level. His dismissive attitude should have turned her off, which it did, mostly, but everything

else about him turned her on. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, trace his tattoo from his jaw to his cock with the

tip of her tongue, stare into his beautiful cold gray eyes as he slid inside of her and of course her new secret obsession, she

wanted suck on the head of his cock while she flicked the piercing with her tongue.

Yeah, this was pretty sad. Maybe becoming a Pyte had screwed with her wiring, she idly thought as Caine turned his

attention to her other nipple and brushed the tip of his finger against her clit. As she tried to find the willpower to push him

away and do the right thing her legs parted, giving Caine more access to work.

"Good girl," he growled approvingly as he moved his mouth from her aching nipple down her stomach, kissing and

nibbling his way down to where she needed him most.

So, they'd never be friends and he'd probably hate her forever after this, but really, did it matter? Their friendship had

ended years ago and he hadn't exactly been acting like he was eager to pick up where they left off. By having sex with him, and

she hoped that it was really great sex, she couldn't possibly ruin anything. They'd have sex, get further away from the Master

after them, hopefully have sex again, and then go their separate ways.

Sure they'd probably run into each other once every other century, but that was to be expected with being immortal,

something she was still having a hard time wrapping her mind around, but they'd keep it polite and continue to go their separate

ways. As long as they kept their focus on escaping they should be fine, she decided as she rolled her hips, forcing his finger to

go right where she needed it to be.

Really, when she thought about it, she was helping him by having mind blowing, God willing, sex with him. He had drugs,

which were like a poison for Pytes, in his system and by having sex with him she would help force some of it out of his system.

At least that's what she convinced herself of when she reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, giving it a slight

tug and forcing his head up so that she could get the kiss her lonely lips needed before she shoved him back and straddled him

to put them both out of their misery.

Just as she moved to lower her mouth to his he spoke, wrecking everything.

"I need you this one time, just to take the edge off. As soon as I find another woman I'll leave you alone," he swore almost

desperately as he moved to take her mouth in what would have probably been a life altering kiss, but instead she shoved him

back.

"Unbelievable," Danni snapped, ignoring his determined look as he moved to grab her once again, and climbed out of the

car, pulling her shirt tightly around her as she stormed off towards the woods. She caught sight of the full moon hovering in the

clear sky as she hopped over a downed log. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about rain, she thought bitterly as she fought

against crying for the second time in years.

She might have been able to convince herself that sex with Caine didn't mean anything, but deep down on some level she

knew she'd been lying her ass off.

Chapter 22

"Get back here, Danni," Caine snapped, trying to control the anger and need battling for control inside him.

"Go to hell," she said in a bored tone as she hopped over another downed tree and kept going.

"I'm already there," he muttered as he carefully adjusted the painful erection straining the front of his boxer briefs with a

shaky hand.

She simply snorted and kept going, oblivious to the struggle he was battling. He needed her so fucking badly at the

moment that he could hardly walk straight and did she care? No, she got him worked up and just when he was about to take her,

she shoved him away and left him in agonizing pain. He would have gone after her as soon as she stormed off, but he found

himself in a peculiar position of being unable to move without sharp pain shooting through his cock and making him wish for

death.

He tried to take himself in hand, picturing a beautiful naked woman spread and ready for him, but each and every time the

woman's face would shift and he'd be staring at Danni lying naked, panting and wet and his damn cock would somehow swell

up more, leaving him with no choice but to stop. For ten minutes he'd been forced to sit there, panting and trying not to cringe

every other second when his cock screamed in need and the drugs coursing through his veins simmered to a boiling point.

Once he could move without feeling like he was going to vomit, he went after her, determined to have what was
his
and

she was his. When she walked away from him it felt like someone was tearing him in half and he knew that she belonged to

him. He was done playing around. The second his blood mixed with hers she became his mate. She might not realize it yet, but

she would. He had no doubt that she was ignoring the same instincts that he had ignored since the moment he changed her.

It didn't matter that he didn't want her, by changing her he had laid a claim on her that he could no longer deny. If it hadn't

been for the drugs in his system he'd probably be able to ignore that fact for a while longer, but he knew deep down that a day

would have come when he realized that she was his and he would have moved heaven and hell to get to her.

The need to mark her was nearly as overwhelming as the need for release. He would have both and he would have them

with her. None of the other bullshit mattered right now and he knew if the Master managed to find them right now he would kill

every last man he sent in order to get to her. Once he had her beneath him he would be done with her.

For now.

When he was sure that no one was on their trail he would hide her somewhere safe, somewhere secluded where he

wouldn't have to worry about another male going after what was
his
. After he assured her safety he would go after the Master

who orchestrated this whole mess and made him give Danni the life he never wanted for her. Then he would go after Greg, he

thought with a feral smile.

He had plans for that little bastard and he planned on taking his sweet time. Of course, the Sentinel Council would put out

an order for his capture after he was done with Greg, but he really didn't care. He had no plans on going back to work for them

since he knew what would happen to him as soon as they discovered that he'd turned Danni.

This time they wouldn't catch him. There was nothing and no one that mattered to him in this world and the one weakness

they might have been able to use a few weeks ago was now protected. Since he knew that the Council would be more

interested in getting Danni to come back to them and continue working for them he didn't fear for her safety, he just didn't want

the Council on his ass for the rest of his life and that is exactly what would happen when they discovered that he'd turned her.

No, the best thing for everyone concerned was for Danni to go into hiding and for him to continue on with his existence,

after he took care of a few problems that is. Once he was done tying up a few loose ends he would....

Well, he didn't know what he wanted to do, but he knew what he couldn't do. He couldn't go back to work for the

Sentinels and he couldn't keep Danni with him. She was a distraction that he didn't need or want. She was just an old

responsibility that he fucked up and made into what his body thought was its mate.

She wasn't, he told himself even as he longed to pull her into his arms and comfort her. He didn't give a fuck why she was

mad. The only thing that he cared about was the fact that she turned him on like nothing else and then left him when he thought

he would die if he didn't slide inside of her.

"Mind telling me where we're going?" he bit out as he quickened his pace to catch up with her.

"No, I don't mind at all. I'm going somewhere where I won't be tempted to bitch slap you every five seconds. Now be a

good little boy and help me out by going away," she said in a clipped tone as she tried to put more distance between them, but

he wasn't having that.

Admittedly, if his body hadn't been on fire for her he would have just taken off. He didn't need this bullshit, but damn if

she didn't have him following her deep into the woods like some moron. If he had any brains he would get back into the car,

drive to the nearest town, find a woman and fuck and drink this drug out of his system, but instead of doing that he was chasing

down his unwanted mate.

He could accept that he had a mate, even an unwanted mate, but that didn't mean he had to go along for the ride. He'd fuck

her, put her away somewhere and visit her every now and then to fuck her when the need arose otherwise he'd take care of his

bodily needs with other women, women he desired and didn't have any connection with.

"You own me an explanation," he said, flashing in front of her and forcing her to stop, but of course she simply rolled her

eyes and walked around him.

"I don't owe you anything, Caine, except maybe a thanks for saving my life," she said, pausing mid-step to shoot him a too

cheerful smile over her shoulder as she said, "Thanks for saving my life." Just as quickly as it came the smile was gone and she

was back to storming off.

"Don't walk away from me, Danni," he said, allowing his fangs to slide down as he went after her.

She immediately stopped and turned to face him, crossing her arms over her chest, not even bothering to try and cover up

as she glared at him. The scent of aggression mixed with the lingering scent of her arousal hit him hard and he was lost. The

need to dominate this woman was overpowering and he was done fighting it.

"You got rejected, Caine. Get over it, it happens," she said harshly as she moved to turn her back on him again, but he was

done with this bullshit.

Before she could so much as take a step to walk away from him he grabbed her arm, gave it a good yank and turned her

around to face him. When she opened her mouth, probably to tell him to go fuck off, he crashed his mouth down on hers. The

kiss was brutal from the start. It was a punishment for all the bullshit she put him through, for getting caught, for scaring the hell

out of him, for not coming to him for help and almost making him live in a world without her, but mostly it was for making him

care.

In the back of his mind he realized that he should back off and smooth things over between them to get what he needed, but

he was done playing around. She was his and she needed to fucking accept it so that they could both get this out their systems

and move on. He cupped the back of her neck as he continued his assault on her lips. He expected her to bite him, shove him,

scream or do a hundred other things every other woman would do in her situation, but what he didn't expect was for Danni to