Tall, Silent & Lethal (Pyte/Sentinel 4)

“Don’t f**king care,” Ephraim said, tilting his head slightly to the side so that he could leisurely lick his wife out.

“Ephraim!” Madison gasped in pleasure and pain, tilting her h*ps and trying to force the tip of his tongue inside her core, but other than sliding the tip over it to tease her, he didn’t give in to her demands.

“They can wait,” he said, refusing to be rushed.

Thanks to a slow night on patrol, he’d had plenty of time to fantasize about all the very naughty things that he wanted to do with his wife. Licking her out was phase one. Fucking her with his fingers was naturally phase two and that would bring him to phase three where he planned on f**king her in nine different, fully thought-out, positions before he pulled out and allowed her to finish him off with her mo-

“Hurry the hell up!” Kale suddenly demanded and Ephraim didn’t need to use his Pyte abilities to know that the annoying shifter was standing right outside their bedroom door.

Madison whimpered as she moved back and tried to close her legs, frustration pouring off her in waves. He didn’t bother telling her to ignore the bastard, because he knew that she wouldn’t be able to do that. Even though she could normally ignore the fact that there were at least three people living here that could hear what they were doing no matter which room they used, she wouldn’t be able to ignore someone with razor sharp hearing standing right outside their bedroom door.

“We’ll be down in a minute, ass**le!” Ephraim snapped, grabbing Madison by the ankles and pulling her back where she belonged.

“Are you crazy?” Madison hissed, slapping at his hands as she tried to crawl away from him, but he wasn’t having that.

He yanked her right back and leaned down, sliding his tongue through her wet slit. She let out a choked moan as her fingers threaded through his hair, alternating between pushing him away and pulling his mouth tightly against her.

“I’m still waiting!” Kale growled.

“Keep waiting!” Ephraim shot back, beyond annoyed with the pain in the ass shifter. Next time the bastard left for one of his trips, Ephraim was having all the locks and security codes changed.

The bastard had to go, Ephraim decided as Madison once again tried to shove him away as she attempted to crawl out of his reach. He’d waited all night to touch her and he wasn’t about to let that bastard wreck this.

“Just ignore him,” he hissed as he pulled Madison back towards him.

“Are you kidding me?” Madison hissed back, slapping at his hands.

“He’ll get bored and eventually leave,” Ephraim hissed back, managing to pull her closer.

“No, I really won’t,” Kale announced cheerfully, effectively ruining what had promised to be a very satisfying morning.

He wasn’t exactly surprised when everything suddenly took on shades of red as he watched Madison scramble off the bed and race for the bathroom. He practically shook with rage as he slowly got to his feet, his arousal a thing of the past as he focused all of his anger on the soon-to-be dead bastard on the other side of the bedroom door.

Killing the shifter would piss Izzy off, but he was pretty sure that she’d eventually forgive him if he kept her well supplied with sweets. It would probably take her a few years to forgive him, but tearing Kale apart with his bare hands would be worth her cute little glares. Then again, he could just simply lie to his daughter-in-law and tell her that he’d gone into bloodlust and “accidentally” torn the bastard apart.

At the moment it sounded like a reasonable plan, so he decided to go with it. He unlocked the bedroom door and yanked it open, smiling grimly as he spotted his prey leaning against the far wall.

“About f**king time,” Kale muttered in disgust as he pushed away from the wall and started heading down the hall, taking him by surprise.

The fact that the shifter hadn’t taunted him over the interrupted sex and goaded him into a fistfight caught him off-guard. Putting off his need to kill the bastard for the moment, he reluctantly followed.

“What’s the rush?” he asked, realizing that this was the first time since the shifter had invited himself to move in that he was not only willingly attending a meeting, but that he was in a rush to get to it.

“A member of the council is here,” Kale said, not bothering to slow his pace as he turned down the left hallway.

“Are you in a rush to beat the shit out of this one too?” Ephraim asked, catching up with the shifter as he descended the stairs to the main foyer.

“He shouldn’t have come between me and the last cupcake,” was all Kale said, lying his ass off and trying to downplay the real reason why he’d made a bloody and bruised Sentinel Council representative flee from the mansion as fast as his dislocated knee would carry him.

The representative had been sent to the mansion to check on their security, look in on the children, and to make sure that their newest inhabitants, a Pyte couple, were following the rules. Caine was still on probation for the destruction he’d caused years ago as well as for turning his mate, Danni, without the Council’s permission.

Not that they would have given him permission had he asked. From what he’d heard and knew about the Council, they didn’t trust Caine. The only reason that he wasn’t at this moment encased in cement and rotting for eternity in the bottom of the ocean or in a volcano somewhere was because his mate was the daughter of Sentinels and had been a well-respected member of their human squad. They also wanted to keep her now that she was a Pyte.

They all knew that the Sentinel Council had released Caine in the hopes to use his mate to control him and keep him working for the Council. As long as Danni depended on the Council to supply her with demon blood to keep the cancer that had followed her into immortality at bay, the couple didn’t have much of a choice. He hadn’t said anything, but he seriously doubted that the Council was in much of a rush to cure Danni and lose the only hold they had over the Pyte couple.

The representative the Council had sent last time had made it more than obvious that the Council didn’t trust Caine. The little bastard followed him around, taking notes on everything that Caine said or did until the Pyte finally had enough, grabbed his mate and took off for a few days. With his main reason for visiting gone, the representative had turned his attention on the rest of them.

When the little bastard had started to pay a little too much attention to his sons and made suggestions that he should talk to Madison and consider sending their young children to one of the Sentinel compounds in Europe for training, Ephraim had calmly listened to the man before he grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and hung him upside down from the second floor balcony.