PS03 - Tall, Dark & Heartless (25 page)

Eric hadn't said anything yet, but she knew that the Council was considering promoting Chris up the ranks once again. He

was already the regional trainer for New England, a position that normally went to a Sentinel with at least one century of

experience under his belt and the next step up would be a Lieutenant. Not that he cared, he really didn't. Her man didn't care

about titles or bullshit as he liked to call them. All he cared about was getting the job done and protecting his family, which

was why he was trying to singlehandedly stop this war.

It didn't matter that most of the Masters, demons and shifters believed that she was dead, there were still enough of them

out there that believed that she was alive and would stop at nothing to get their hands on her and her program,
Tattletale
. As

long as the war continued they were not safe and that meant they had to continue to stay at this compound and live a life of

seclusion. It also meant that their lives were in danger and that was what kept her mate up most nights pacing the floor while he

held their sleeping daughter in his arms.

As his mate it was her job to fix this problem and of course run like hell when he found out because there was no doubt in

her mind that once he caught up with her that he was going to spank her ass until it was black and blue and the thought of even

sitting pained her, but it would be worth it. If she could lighten his load, and she knew she could, then she owed it to him to go

through with her asinine plan and take away at least half of his stress.

She'd worry about her ass later.

Right now she had to figure out a way to put her plan into action without him finding out. Madison was already on board

with this plan. Actually, Madison may have cried a little hysterically when Isabella shared her plan with her and she wasn't

sure at first if she was against the plan until she started vigorously nodding while she sobbed uncontrollably. Thankfully the

very pregnant hormonal Pyte was easily calmed with chocolate so they were able to sit down and come up with a foolproof

plan.

Now all they needed to do was to get Ephraim, who would do anything Madison asked so she wasn't too worried about

him, and Kale to help her out. Kale might be a problem, she admitted to herself. She needed to figure out a way to get Kale to

do her this one itzy bitzy little favor without freaking out.

Normally there wasn't anything the werewolf mercenary wouldn't do, hence the mercenary title, but since she was carrying

what the man already deemed was his godson he was a tad overprotective sometimes. She couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't

tie her up and rat her ass out to Chris. Since that wouldn't work for her she was going to have to resort to flat out manipulation

to make Kale help her. Not that she was above doing that. It was just that they needed to hurry up if they were going to-

"I'll be another minute, Munchin," Chris said, popping his head in the door. His eyes dropped down to her breasts and god

help her, but the look he sent them had them swelling up for his approval.

She used to hate having her breasts touched, but with Chris she couldn't get enough. She'd lost count of the number of

orgasms he'd managed to give her over the past couple of months by just focusing on her breasts. It still amazed her how her

body reacted to Chris, how it craved him. Sex used to be boring and pointless for her, but then again that was because she

wasn't with her destined mate. Sex between Sentinel mates was anything but boring and she wasn't just basing that on the

incredible sex she shared with Chris.

Her first day in the compound she learned a few very important things. First and foremost, she could get junk food twenty-

four seven thanks to the compounds state of the art cafeteria. Secondly, never enter a room, closet, stairwell, elevator, hallway,

bathroom, storage room or even the great common room without first making your presence known otherwise it got kind of

awkward, especially when the Sentinel couple didn't stop.

The most interesting thing that she'd learned, besides picking up on a few interesting positions that Chris had been more

than happy to try out with her, was that not every Sentinel couple was in love. That was actually kind of weird, at least to her

since she was madly in love with her mate and of course the whole "soul mate" concept.

If someone was made for you, shared two half souls with you, wouldn't that make the person your perfect half? The person

that you were meant to love forever? She thought so, but apparently she was wrong. Less than half the Sentinel couples were

actually in love. When she asked Eric about that, he gave her a pained smile as he explained that many Sentinels looked at their

mates as their partners, a comrade that they shared a close bond with to help them in their job, but were unable to love their

mate more than their job.

His reaction to her question left her a little confused, that is until Chris took her aside and gently explained that Eric and

his mate did not share a love bond, which kind of surprised her since Eric and Meredith seemed very close. She knew that they

loved each other, the problem was that they loved their jobs more. It was actually kind of sad, she thought as Chris walked

back into the office, closing the door behind her and going back down on his knees and picking up right where he left off

without a word.

With a moan she allowed all her worries to disappear as Chris made love to her with his mouth. He worked her, taking

his time to hit all the spots that he knew would set her off. When she screamed out her first organism he groaned, but he didn't

stop until she was on the verge of coming again.

"You feel like helping me out, Munchkin?" Chris asked, giving her slit one last lick before standing up. He cupped the

back of her knees as he pressed his jean clad erection against her and smiled as he licked his lips clean.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked, slightly panting as Chris ground himself against her.

"It depends, Munchkin," he drawled lazily as he gently pulled her forward until she was sitting on the very edge of the

desk and sliding her arms around his neck.

"On what?" she asked, leaning forward to press a kiss against the light pink scar tissue on the side of his neck.

"On whether or not you think you can handle more?" Chris asked on a groan as he rubbed against her.

Smiling, she cupped his face with one hand and with the other she ran her hand down his chest, loving the way the soft

grey tee-shirt hugged every muscle on Chris' impressive chest. When she reached the spot where the large swell of her stomach

prevented her from running her hand down his body any further she inwardly sighed as she dropped her hand to the side and

beneath her stomach to cup the large erection threatening to rip through his jeans to get to her.

"Do you want me to handle it?" she asked teasingly as she gave it a gentle squeeze that had Chris bucking in her hands and

hissing in a breath.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "I want you to do more than handle it," he said, even as reached

between them and undid his pants. Isabella didn't wait to be asked, she pulled his zipper down and reached into his boxer

shorts and pulled him out, taking her time to run her hand up and down his length, enjoying the smooth soft skin over hard hot

steel.

She opened her legs wider as she used his length to pull him closer. He came willingly, but made no move to take what

they both knew he wanted. Chris was once again protecting her and the baby. As much as he wanted her, and she knew that the

man wanted her, usually several times a day, he always hesitated to make sure that he didn't hurt her.

Biting back a sigh, she pulled him a little closer and used his erection to tease her swollen lips. He sucked in a breath as

his hands slapped down hard on the workstation on either side of her ass as he dropped his mouth to hers, taking her mouth in a

savage kiss that left her panting and desperate to have him.

As much as she wanted him, she wanted this moment more, the moment where she thought she'd die if he didn't slide

inside of her. It turned her on more than anything and judging by the way his cock jumped in her hand as she continued to rub

the large silky head through her slit she knew that he loved it just as much as she did.

"I need you, Chris," she said, sounding almost desperate and for good reason.

She was.

There was just something about this man that drove her crazy and she couldn't get enough of him, probably never would. It

didn't matter that it was barely seven in the morning or that they'd just made love not thirty minutes ago in the shower, she

needed him. Now. She knew that it would always be this way with him. Even when they were two hundred years old and their

time was nearly over she knew that she wouldn't be able to get enough of him.

"You have me, Munchkin," Chris said against her lips as he slowly pushed in, careful of her stomach as he released a loud

moan of pleasure that had her toes curling,

His thrusts were slow and careful as he reached down and grabbed the hem of her Indian Jones vintage tee shirt and

pulled it up. They broke the kiss long enough for her to help him pull it up and off her, leaving her in only the lacy pale

lavender bra that she knew he liked.

Chris wrapped his arms around her waist as he carefully leaned her back. He held her tightly as he ran his mouth down

her neck, kissing and suckling her skin as he went. When he reached the tops of her large breasts she wrapped her arms around

his head, gently running her fingers through his short silky dark, almost black hair and closed her eyes, savoring his touch.

When he licked his way down to her lace covered nipple and began licking that sensitive area she held his head tightly to

her breast as she licked her lips and did her best to move against him, letting him know that she needed more. With a growl of

approval he tightened his hold around her, never releasing his hold on her nipple as he picked her up and walked over to the

large leather couch.

In seconds, he was sitting in the middle of the couch, her bra was ripped off and he was licking, sucking and worshiping

her breasts with barely controlled passion. She cried out when he tugged her nipple into his mouth and suckled, sending a shot

of pleasure from her nipple straight to her clit.

The man was a god in bed, she thought just before he released her nipple with a loud
pop
and somehow rearranged her so

that she was on her hands and knees on the couch with her forehead pressed against the soft armrest as he pounded into her

from behind.

When he released a loud groan she knew what was coming, but once again she was unprepared for the orgasm that ripped

through her body. She gripped the leather armrest tightly as his name was ripped from her throat. As much as she would have

loved to have been able to hold it back, especially with about twenty computer techs working right next door, she couldn't,

never could and if she tried, Chris would work that much harder to make her lose it. The man loved to make her scream.

A shiver tore through her body when Chris leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the middle of her back and damn if

her body didn't throb in anticipation. His soft chuckle let her know that he felt it.

"I'm game if you are, Munchkin," he said even as she registered his cock hardening impossibly further inside of her. She

opened her mouth to tell him that she'd kill him if he didn't take her again when her office door flew open and slammed into the

wall, startling her enough to instinctively grab the throw blanket that she kept on the back of the couch and haphazardly throw it

over her back.

"I've been waiting for thirty minutes for you damn people to finish," Kale said in way of greeting as he stormed into the

room, uncaring that he caught them naked and in a rather embarrassing position, again.

Chris sighed heavily as he helped adjust the blanket over her. "I know you like him, Munchkin, but I'm afraid that I'm

going to have to kill him."

Kale simply snorted at that little announcement as he swiped Isabella's shirt and pants off the floor and tossed them to her

before he sat down on her desk chair. She made sure to throw him a murderous glare as she got dressed beneath the blanket, but

of course the damn shifter simply winked at her, unconcerned that she was considering letting Chris kick his ass. Not that it

would be easy, there was a reason why Kale was considered the best mercenary in their world after all.

"You know that you scared off half your staff with that first scream, right?" Kale asked conversationally as he picked

through her bowl of mini chocolates and helped himself to what appeared to be her last peanut butter cup.

With her eyes narrowed, she got up to tear him apart when Chris grabbed her by her arms, sighed and settled her on his

lap. "I'll get you another bag."

"But it's the last one!" she pointed out before adding, "by default that makes it the tastiest one of them all!"

"Mmmm, it really is tasty," Kale said simply to piss her off and it worked.