Tall, Dark & Heartless (Pyte/Sentinel 3)

When she shot him a double one finger salute he had his answer.

He stared in disbelief at the little tease for a moment before he dropped his eyes down to his poor erection that needed her and back to her before he shrugged. "Okay, you're going back in the tree, you little liar."

Chapter 45

"Someone.....," she took a deep breath as she rolled over onto her back, uncaring that the little rocks and sticks were digging into her skin, "kill him.....please."

Caine frowned down at her. "I don't remember you being this much of a wimp. Is this a new development?"

Still gasping, she turned her head slightly to the left and sent Jax, who looked torn between being amused and concerned, a pleading look, but he simply shrugged as he focused his attention back to packing up his truck.

Great, she was on her own with the sadistic bastard who wouldn't leave her alone. She still couldn't believe that he stuck her up in a tree, not once, but twice. Promising the man sex only to take it back before she was able to get her bearings had been a foolish move. He'd placed her back in that tree and promised her that she was staying there until she either fell or jumped.

She fell.

Stupid squirrel, she thought again as she tried to roll over onto her side and failed miserably. Why the hell was she so exhausted and sore? Oh, that's right. The big jerk frowning down at her was the reason. When she failed to float as they called it, even though she much preferred to think of it as semi-flying, because she was too busy screaming her ass off he'd gotten a little pissed. He took it as a personal insult that she couldn't do it.

From there he'd been determined to make sure that she could not only do her other abilities, but master them, immediately. When he tried to see how strong she was by having her lift a van she'd succeeded, but unfortunately she got so excited that she could do it that she did a little happy dance, tripped and accidentally threw it at him. No matter what he said when he came to minutes later, or everyone else said for that matter it was an accident.

When he jumped to his feet and went after her, she had to admit that she did master that little ability pretty quickly. For all of sixty seconds it had been pretty cool to see things flashing past her while she ran from the enraged Pyte. Unfortunately for her, she hadn't seen the oak tree in front of her while she'd been enjoying her new ability. Thankfully she didn't pass out, well, she didn't remember doing it, but everyone around her said she had when she managed to open her eyes again.

From there it only got worse. Caine became the drill sergeant from hell. He made her practice speed, lifting, jumping, more running and kept threatening to put her ass back up in that tree when all she wanted to do was get a shot at kicking his ass, now more than ever. She'd give anything for a chance to kick his ass, anything and if she couldn't have that she'd very much like some more blood and a really comfy bed and no interruptions for the next forty-eight hours.

"You're pale," Caine said, his frown morphing into concern.

"Because you're an ass**le," she managed to say as she closed her eyes and focused on trying to stop panting, but it was difficult. Should she be having this many problems as a Pyte? She didn't think so, but then again she also didn't think forcing her to run two hours straight to test her endurance had been very helpful either.

"Ow!" Her eyes snapped open to glare at the jerk as he leaned forward and lightly licked the drop of blood forming on the tip of her finger off. She opened her mouth to ask him what his damn problem was when he cringed, turned his head and spat out her blood.

Well, that was kind of insulting.

"Stronger?" Jax asked, pausing in mid-throw of a wrapped up tent. When Caine nodded grimly, Jax sighed heavily, dropped the tent to the ground and walked over to her and plopped down on the ground next to her.

"Here," he said, holding out his wrist to her. "Just be gentle, I'm fragile."

Still panting, Danni turned her head towards Caine and cocked an eyebrow in question.

He sighed as he grabbed Jax's wrist. "We wanted to see if the cancer became stronger when you pushed yourself too far or if using your abilities would help your body fight back against it," he explained as his fangs slid down.

"Ow! I said gentle, you ass**le!" Jax snapped as he pulled his wrist away. When Caine growled the man rolled his eyes and offered his bleeding wrist to her.

She slapped it away. "You decided to test this theory behind my back? Why the hell didn't you tell me all this before you let this jerk shift and chase me all over the damn forest!" she snapped, feeling weaker by the minute.

"It wouldn't have made a difference," Caine said as he grabbed Jax's wrist and placed it right back in front of her.

"Well, she might not have thrown those rocks at me," Jax mused as he gave his wrist a little wiggle, trying to entice a reaction out of her.

She shot the man a glare. "Maybe if you hadn't been trying to bite my ass every other minute I wouldn't have had to throw those rocks at you!" she snapped, thankful that the damn shifter only caught up to her twice and the small nips he left on her bottom had healed already. That didn't mean that she wanted to do that again. She really didn't. In fact, being chased by a werewolf hell bent on nibbling on her ass ranked somewhere along the lines of being placed in a tree and left to fall by an insane Pyte.

Jax sighed heavily as he shook his wrist yet again. "It was the only way that you'd learn, Danni, now drink up it's getting cold."

"The only thing that I learned is that you're a fu-" her words were smothered by Jax's wrist suddenly being shoved into her mouth, another thing she really didn't appreciate. When she went to back away he simply followed the movement. The glare Caine sent her let her know that if she didn't drink that he'd probably let the shifter chase her ass down again, or put her back in that tree.

Jerks.

As she drank the admittedly delicious blood she glared at Caine, who simply ignored her as he kept a watchful eye on Jax, who appeared to be staring in the vicinity of her br**sts. "Watch it," Caine bit out evenly.

"Just keeping an eye on her breathing," Jax mumbled, keeping his eyes right where they were.

If his blood didn't taste so damn good she'd probably shove him away and go find somewhere to curl up and sleep for a few hours, but his blood tasted good, really good. A minute later it tasted a lot better for some reason. It was richer, fuller and had a slightly different flavor, one she vaguely recalled, but couldn't quite remember as she sucked on his wrist more greedily. She was barely aware of his answering groan or Caine's vivid curse as the scent of the shifter's arousal reached her nose and she realized what changed the flavor of his blood. He was aroused.