PS03 - Tall, Dark & Heartless (20 page)

to him. When she felt the metal ring of his piercing slide between her slit she moaned against his neck. For a brief second he

stilled above her before releasing a small groan as the delicious scent that was wafting off his body intensified until all she

could think about was taking his large cock inside of her.

The thought surprised her. Growing up she'd had a school girl crush on him that morphed into attraction as she got older,

but she'd never allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to have sex with him. Now she couldn't stop thinking about it.

She wondered if she could take his large, thick cock to the root even as she wondered if she'd be able to feel the piercing once

it was inside of her.

"We have to stop, Danni," Caine said tightly, letting out a little groan as the tip of his cock along with the piercing slid

more firmly between her slit.

She pulled her mouth away from his neck only to leisurely lick the drops of blood that spilled down his skin as she rubbed

herself against him. Every time the warm metal of his piercing slid across her clit a surge of pleasure shot straight to her core.

The low growl of warning that tore through the room only intensified her need for him. She ran her hands down his warm

muscular back, loving the way his muscles flexed beneath her touch as she licked and kissed his neck, unable to get enough of

him. She wanted more, but the stubborn man refused to move. He held himself completely still above her as he continued to

growl in warning.

She knew she should stop, but she couldn't. It was like someone threw a switch and suddenly she felt as though she'd die if

he didn't touch her. It was crazy. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, especially not with Caine, but she couldn't help

herself. She needed him so badly that she actually hurt from it.

"Stop!" Caine snapped and she knew he was right. This was wrong for so many reasons, not to mention that she never

behaved this way with men. Usually when she was involved with a man she kept it simple and straightforward. She'd been with

a few men over the years, but none of them ever made her feel out of control. Not like she'd die if he didn't take her.

It was time to stop, she realized, forcing herself to drop her head back on the bare mattress and away from that neck and

the tattoo that she wanted to trace with her tongue. After a slight hesitation she was able to drop her hands completely away

from him and force them to remain at her sides.

What in the hell was wrong with her? She didn't act this way and she sure as hell shouldn't be acting like this towards

Caine, but that didn't stop the need to reach up and run her hands all over him. She looked away from his neck, knowing

instinctively that if she didn't she would attack him again and met his eyes, the same grey eyes that used to give her comfort as a

child.

In an instant her lust was gone and replaced by disgust. This was the same man who used to kiss her scraped knees better

and tuck her in at night. He was also the man who turned his back on her and a little blood had her forgetting all of that and

practically raping him. Her stomach clenched painfully at the thought as she moved to get away from him, but he wouldn't let

her go.

He dropped down on her, forcing her to take his weight. When she tried to shove him away he moved his arms beneath her

and wrapped his arms around her so that she couldn't move. When pushing him away didn't work she resorted to squirming

which was just as ineffective.

"Get off, Caine!" she snapped, wondering why the hell he wasn't getting off her. He should be able to smell the change in

her body and know that she needed some space, but he wasn't giving her any.

"Not until you calm down, Danni. All it's going to take right now is one look at you to know that I've changed you and then

you're going to have to deal with something a hell of a lot worse than your response to me," he said evenly as he held her

tightly against him.

She gritted her teeth against the lust that was determined to come back at the feel of his large warm muscular body

pressing down on hers. The fact that his erection was pressed against her, wasn't exactly helping her calm down. If anything, it

was making it worse for her.

"I can't calm down with you on top of me," she admitted through clenched teeth, hating any type of weakness and there was

no doubt in her mind that the way her body was reacting to him was a weakness. She needed to be in control, always. She hated

herself for reacting to his scent and that damn erection poking at her that he couldn't seem to control.

"Close your eyes and pretend that I'm not here, Danni," he ordered as his grip around her tightened.

"That won't help," she bit out, hating herself as she felt more moisture pool between her legs.

"Try," he snapped, sounding irritated as he tried to adjust himself on top of her. There was no way that he could hide that

large erection that was pressing against her stomach.

"I can't!"

"You can!" he said, glaring at her through gray eyes, letting her know just how easily it was for him and how weak she

was.

She let out a humorous chuckle that had him frowning down at her. How pathetic was she? Even as a Pyte, one of the

strongest creatures on earth and she was still weak, pathetic. He might be hard and unable to hide the scent of his lust, but he

was still in control of his body. She didn't need to run her tongue over her teeth to know that she was not.

Just in case her teeth hadn't clued her into the fact that she wasn't in control, her vision did. Everything was in tints of red

and as hard as she tried, she couldn't get her vision to shift back to normal. It pissed her off like nothing else. She hated not

having control almost as much as she hated being weak. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut as she willed her body to get

back under control. After about a minute she opened her eyes and let out a frustrated groan and did it again to no avail. She

couldn't do it, she couldn't shift her eyes back to normal and couldn't retract her fangs and she hated it.

Her eyes welled up with frustrated tears as she gripped his shoulders and shoved him away. She wasn't sure if she was

stronger than she thought or if he let her do it and she really didn't care. The only thing that mattered was getting some space.

She was off the mattress and across the room before she took her next shaky breath.

"Danni,-"

"Just leave me alone, Caine!" she snapped as she went over to the still running shower and switched it to cold before

stepping under it. She sat down beneath the spray of water, hugged her knees to her chest and closed her eyes, praying that this

was all a dream.

It didn't matter that she'd been dying and he'd just saved her from an agonizing death. She didn't want this. She didn't want

to fight for control of her own body and she sure as hell wasn't happy that he'd given Greg and whatever Master he worked for

exactly what they wanted.

She never thought of herself as a coward, but as she sat there freezing beneath the ice cold water she couldn't help but

tremble at the thought of what would happen to her once they realized that she wouldn't cooperate. From what little Caine had

told her years ago and what she now knew Greg was capable of, she had a pretty good idea about what she could expect if they

discovered what she was now.

Over the past couple of months the knowledge that she'd suffer at the end of her life had damn near set off a few panic

attacks, but she knew that there would eventually be an escape even if it was by death. Now that Caine made her into a Pyte

there was no escape for her or him, when they realized that they didn't need him anymore. They could try to force him to make

them an army, but she didn't think they'd bother now that they had her and it wasn't too hard to guess why.

Caine would fight them tooth and nail and never give in no matter what they did to him. He had centuries of experience on

his side and could probably withstand most things, but she didn't. She couldn't even handle a migraine. How was she supposed

to handle torture? She couldn't and she knew it. They'd break her and that disgusted her most of all.

*********

"I didn't think you'd come."

"I almost didn't," Jill admitted with a shrug. "I shouldn't be talking to you like this," she said, knowing that was an

understatement.

Her brother and father would flip out, but it was hard to care when talking to Logan was the only thing that helped her

relax most days. As much as she loved her family, and she did, sometimes she just needed a break from being everything to

everyone. She always had to be the listener, the shoulder to cry on, the one everyone could count on for anything. It didn't help

that she was all alone and now that she was at the compound she had no job, no friends, nothing to keep her busy or distracted.

Out of everyone here, she was the only one that didn't belong. She was neither a Sentinel nor an employee of the Sentinel

Council. She was just the daughter of the Pyte that worked for them and the sister of the Sentinel in charge of training. Every

day since she arrived several months ago it had been a battle not tell her family goodbye and head back home to her life and

her job, but she couldn't leave them. They needed her and it didn't matter that it was a constant struggle for her to stay here. She

would never hurt them.

There was very little need for her. She helped out with her niece and spent time with Marc so that he wasn't lonely and

visited Joshua every day, but other than that it was a struggle to fill her days. She would have liked to spend more time with

Madison and help her since she was nearly nine months pregnant with twins, but Madison spent most of her time with Ephraim

who was still having a hard time with what happened to Joshua. When Madison wasn't with Ephraim, she was with Chris since

they were best friends. It made Jill feel left out, but she was used to it, well at least it didn't hurt as much as it once did.

Then there was Isabella, Chris' mate. She really liked Isabella and loved spending time with her. Isabella was open,

honest, sweet and funny, but unfortunately for her, she was also a busy mom who ran the IT department for the Sentinels and

was expecting another baby within a few short months. If she wasn't working then she was with Chris. If Eric or Kale were at

the compound then Izzy was spending time with them. Kale was Isabella's B.F.F. as she'd heard Izzy refer to the cranky Alpha

several times, probably to annoy the hell out of him, and Eric was the one she loved to beat at video games.

Jill didn't play video games, didn't go out on patrol, wasn't married, didn't work here and had no reason to stay other than

just to make sure that everyone was alright. Simply put, she didn't belong here, but every time she tried to bring it up she was

swamped with guilt so she sucked up her misery and contented herself with leading a pointless life at the moment. The only

thing that made this situation somewhat tolerable was the vampire in the glass cage before her.

"What's wrong, Angel?" Logan asked softly in that incredibly sexy voice that she could listen to day and night.

"Nothing's wrong," she lied, leaning against the mixture of glass and metal bars as she forced a smile, but it didn't go far.

"Then why do you look seconds away from crying?" he asked soothingly as he reached through the large square section of

bars in the thick glass wall and took her hands into his. "Come on, Angel, talk to me," he said as he caressed the back of her

hands with his thumbs.

Instead of pulling away like she knew that she should, she angled herself towards him and welcomed his touch. She

looked up into his beautiful baby blue eyes that were several shades lighter than her own and her father's and couldn't help but

melt. This was wrong for so many reasons.

She was human and he was a vampire that would probably be staked as soon as the council was done with him. There

was no future and at the moment none of that mattered. He soothed her in a way that no one ever had before. He also made her

feel whole and needed. She knew this was foolish, but she couldn't help wanting to be near him.

Staying away from him during the day was a struggle, one she fought with constantly. She knew what would happen if her

brother, Chris or her father or Eric for that matter caught her with him. They'd probably take away her access to this floor.

There was also a chance that they'd send him away. She didn't want them to send him away so during the day she forced herself

to be patient. When the majority of the Sentinels left for patrol and the IT department called it a night she came to visit Joshua.

She'd sit outside his cell for a while before she would finally allow herself some time with Logan.

"I'm fine," she said, forcing a smile.

Logan released one of her hands so that he could reach through a higher opening in the bars and cup her face in his hand.

"No, you're not," he said quietly.

Her smile slipped as she opened her mouth to argue, but there was nothing to say. She wasn't fine. This whole situation

wasn't fine. She wanted her brother back and out of that cell. She wanted to see her father with a carefree smile again and she

wanted to matter in some way. She needed to do something, anything that mattered. She hated feeling useless mostly because it