He couldn't exactly stop his eyes from dropping down to the exposed section of her ass and licking his lips hungrily as he imagined licking and kissing that bare skin. With an inward groan he forced his eyes away and shoved Danni down a hallway to their left. Where the hell were they? he wondered. It was like a f**king maze down here.

The only thing he knew for sure was that they were below ground. The air around them had the stale scent of air that was re-circulated. The walls were that institutional white that made him think of hospitals and old municipal buildings and the doors were all solid wood and covered in the same aged white paint as the walls. Based on the size of the room they were kept in he didn't think it was a hospital, an old administrative building perhaps? Whatever it was they needed to get out of here before he lost control and did something that he'd regret.

He ran his tongue over his lips again as his eyes dropped down to the curves of her bare ass that poked out beneath the bottom of her shirt. When he tasted her on his lips he couldn't quite bite back a groan of pleasure. She was sweet, so decadent and he wanted more, a hell of a lot more.

If he didn't kiss her again soon, he was pretty sure that he would die. Then again if he didn't f**k her he was pretty sure that his balls would explode. His hand, as if it had a mind of its own, reached out and covered her ass, giving it a little squeeze that had his c**k jumping in approval and Danni just plain jumping.

With a cute little growl of frustration she reached behind her and slapped his hand away, but not before he got in one more squeeze. He knew that he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be touching her this way, but he couldn't stop himself. As much as he would love to lay all the blame on the drugs surging through his body he knew that he couldn't. He wanted her, wanted Danni and knew that if they didn't get the hell out of here and away from her that he would take her.

As soon as he stashed her away somewhere safe he was going to have to find a few blood donors and a willing woman or two. It didn't matter that his body wanted Danni, he needed to f**k and he needed to f**k hard and he couldn't do that to her.

She might think that she was a bad ass, but she wasn't. She deserved a man to take her gently and he sure as hell wasn't in any condition to do that. He reached up and ran a shaky hand down his face as his eyes once again dropped to that beautiful ass of hers. Thankfully Danni's stomach growled before he could rethink his game plan to remind him that she hadn't eaten in at least a day.

They'd have to take care of that, but not yet. He wasn't about to let her anywhere near him while this shit was swimming through his veins. Right now he was struggling to do the right thing by her, but if she tasted his blood he'd be helpless to fight the urge to take her. Taking her would be wrong, he reminded himself firmly, very wrong, he thought as his eyes once again landed on her ass along with his hand.

Huh, it really did have a mind of its own, he thought as he turned his hand ever so slighty so that he could cup one cheek.

"Were you always this big of a pervert?" Danni demanded on a rushed whisper, but thankfully didn't shove his hand away.

"No, it's a new development," he mused as he ran his hand over the silky smooth skin of her ass. Never in his long life had he ever felt anything better. He wondered if she used lotion because he would be more than happy to do it for her,

What in the hell was wrong with him? How did he go from staying the hell away from her and still seeing her as the little girl who used to make him cherry Kool-Aid and demand that he drink it, because it was her version of blood and somehow she decided that it would make him live forever to the woman he wanted to take in every single way imaginable?

"Well, stop it!" she hissed. "We need to get out of here," she said, giving his other hand another yank as she moved faster until they were running and he had no choice but to remove his hand from her beautiful ass. His eyes never left her barely covered ass as he scented the air and directed her towards the scent of fresh air and soil. He only stumbled twice, but since she didn't seem to notice he decided that it didn't count and that once they got out of here and this shit out of his system that they were going to pretend that this never happened, he decided as the back of her shirt shifted when she leaned forward to look around a corner and gave him a better view.

Somehow he tore his eyes off heaven and chanced a look over his shoulder. Where the hell was everyone? Not that he was complaining, but Greg's men should have caught up with them by now. He forced himself to focus on everything around him and frowned. The only sounds other than their breathing and the sounds of their feet hitting the tiled floor as they moved down the hallway was the sound of air being pushed through old vents.

Something was wrong.

He stopped short, taking Danni off guard and causing her to slam back into him. She shoved away from him and tried to pull him down the hallway again, but he refused to move as he scented the air and expanded his senses to go further than just down the halls.

"Look, I'm flattered that you're willing to risk torture to grope my ass, I am, really," she said, gesturing impatiently for him to move his ass, "but do you think that maybe you could get your Goddamn hormones in check so that we could get the hell out of here?"

"Shhhh," he hissed softly as he reached out to clamp a hand over her mouth, but of course the stubborn woman simply batted his hand away and stepped back.

"The next time that you do that, I am going to kick you in the ba-"

"It's a trap," he said, cutting off her lovely little tirade.

"What?" she asked, frowning as she looked in both directions of the too quiet hallway.

"It's a trap," he gritted out between clenched teeth as a surge of lust tore through him, nearly dropping him to his knees. The next one did just that. "Mother f**ker!" he roared as he fought for control.

Why the hell did it feel like the effects of the drugs were increasing? With the vampires' blood and the small amount of time that had elapsed since he took the drugs they should be weakening, not increasing.

"Caine? Caine!" He could hear the panic in her voice as she dropped down beside him. She should be scared, but not for him. Lust like nothing he'd ever known before tore through him, sending more blood to his already throbbing c**k and damn near stealing his breath as he fought against the pain and need that was becoming too much to deny.

"Run," he managed to say as he gasped for air.

"What?"

"Run!" he snapped, his voice sounding more animal than human at the moment as he looked up and met her beautiful startled violet eyes.

Tags: R.L. Mathewson Pyte/Sentinel Fantasy
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