“Not the dog,” Nathan said, sighing heavily as he threw her stuff on her bag.
“Then who are you talking about?” Samantha asked with a sigh of her own as she reached over and shoved her stuff in the bag, wondering why he needed to manhandle her underwear when his next words had her going still.
“Trace. I want to get the hell out of here before he changes his mind,” Nathan said as her gaze went to the closed bedroom door, wondering if he was in the other room.
“He’s not there,” Nathan said, reading her mind.
“Where is he?” Samantha asked as she watched Nathan head to the bathroom to get the rest of her stuff.
“He’s been staying in the cottage and only coming in when he needs a shower or blood,” Nathan said as he walked back into the bedroom with his arms full of her stuff.
“Since when?”
“Since yesterday,” he said as he tossed her stuff on the bed.
“And you let him?” Samantha asked, shaking her head in disgust as she shoved the bag out of her way and jumped off the bed, seriously wondering what the hell he’d been thinking.
“What exactly did you expect me to do, Sam?” he asked, glancing around the room to make sure that he got everything.
“We’re supposed to be looking after him until his father gets here,” she reminded him as she headed for the door and-
“Oh, that’s not fucking happening,” he said, picking her up and placing her back on the bed.
“Yeah, it really is,” Samantha said, shaking her head in disgust as she moved to get up again only to have the asshole that only acknowledged her existence when she had food, nip at her until she was forced to pull her legs back up on the bed and glare.
“Look,” Nathan said, grabbing her stuff off the bed and shoving it in the bag, “I have enough shit to do with keeping you out of trouble and patrolling town to make sure that this fucked up situation doesn’t end up getting us killed to babysit a fucking Pyte.”
“I made a promise, Nathan,” Samantha said, moving to climb off the bed only to curse when Charlie nipped at her feet, again.
“We’re going,” Nathan said, shoving a bottle of shampoo in the bag.
“We’re really not,” she said, shifting to climb off the other side of the bed only to end up cursing when Charlie followed the move.
“We don’t have fucking time for your Stockholm Syndrome, Samantha. We need to get out of here before the Pyte changes his mind,” he bit out with a glare as he shoved the rest of her things in the bag.
“He saved my life, jackass,” Samantha said, with a snort of disgust as she moved to climb off the bed and-
“Goddamnit!”
Found herself climbing back on the bed.
“And for that, I’ll always be thankful, but it’s time to get the hell out of Dodge before it’s too late,” Nathan said, throwing her bag over his shoulder before grabbing hold of her leg and dragged her closer.
“I’m not going anywhere, Nathan. I made a promise and I intend on keeping it,” Samantha said, only to curse when he dragged her the rest of the way.
“We’re going.”
“We’re really not,” she said, grabbing hold of the sheets to stop him from doing this.
“We really are,” he said, giving her no other choice but to put a stop to this.
Chapter 36
“God, have you always been a brat?” came the shouted demand from outside, as Trace stood there, tightening his hold on the mantel, wishing the Sentinel would move faster and take Samantha out of here before he changed his mind.
He needed her to leave.
He needed her far away from here where it was safe and he wouldn’t have to worry about giving in to the need to pull her into his arms and worry about what would happen if he did. He needed her as far away from here as her brother could take her, needed to know that she was safe, and he needed…
Her.
He needed her, Trace thought as his grip tightened around the mantel until a crack formed down the middle. He needed her and he hated it. He hated this hold that she had on him, hated the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about her, needed her so fucking desperately that every minute that he was away from her felt like he was drowning in his own personal hell.
“Yes!” the woman that he needed to leave yelled, making his lips twitch despite the fact that he felt like he was on the verge of losing control.
“You’re going!”
“No, I’m not!”
“Put me down!”
“Stop kicking me!”
“Make me!” his wife snapped, making him roll his eyes even as he felt his breaths coming faster and everything turned red.
“Fine!”
“Fine!” came her shouted reply, followed by a loud thump and then…
“Oh…oh, shit. I’m so sorry, Sammie. Are you okay?” Nathan mumbled before the sounds of a sniffle reached his ears and-
Had him shoving away from the mantel with a growl as he found himself heading to the door. Seconds later, a growl was torn from his throat when the pained whimper reached his ears.
“I’m sorry, Sammie,” Nathan said as Trace opened the cottage door and found his wife slapping her brother’s hands away when he tried to help her up. When Trace released a growl of warning, the large Sentinel dropped his hands away with a heavy sigh.
The second growl had the Sentinel reluctantly stepping back even as his gaze shifted between his sister and the thing that Trace had been assuming was a car before shifting back to him and…
“Goddamnit, Sammie,” Nathan said, sighing heavily as he headed for the woods where he would most likely patrol for the rest of the night.
“I’m not talking to you,” Samantha said with a glare as she pulled herself up, winced when she went to put her foot down, rethought it and limped past him and eventually made her way to the cottage.
For a moment, Trace stood there, staring at the cottage before forcing himself to walk back inside, telling himself that he’d send her away in the morning. He’d been telling himself that lie since he left her with the Sentinel. He should have sent her away after they returned from the woods, but he hadn’t been able to make himself say the words.
Sighing, he grabbed a book off the table and found himself frowning when his wife flopped down on the cot with a muttered, “Ow.”
“What’s wrong, wife?” Trace asked, sighing heavily as he placed his book back down on the table as he went to see what was wrong with his wife only to sigh when she turned her head so that she was looking the other way with a mumbled, “I’m no longer speaking to you.”
“I see,” he murmured, feeling his lips twitch with amusement as he watched his pouting wife try to shift to the other side of the small cot only to stop with a pained groan and a “Stupid Nathan.”
“You’re hurt, wife,” Trace said, grabbing hold of the blanket and pulled, bringing his wife closer so that he could make sure that she was okay.
“Because you tried to send me away,” she muttered angrily as she tried to move back over to the other side of the bed only to give up with a sigh when he pulled her into his arms.
“Put me down,” Samantha demanded as he carried her to the table and placed her down on the edge so that she could glare at him.
“You should have gone with your brother,” Trace mumbled absently as he ran his gaze over her, taking in the generous curves outlined by the oversized shirt that she liked to sleep in before moving to her bare legs and-
“You’re hurt,” he said, more of a reminder to himself as he forced his mind away from just how badly he wanted to pull her back into his arms when he spotted the bruise already forming on the side of her leg as she sadly mumbled, “Stupid Nathan.”
“What happened, wife?” Trace asked, taking a knee in front of her so that he could examine her leg.
“I misjudged my ability to kick my brother’s ass,” she mumbled, making him bite back a smile that she probably wouldn’t appreciate as he gently ran his fi
ngers along her knee.
“How did you end up on the ground?” he asked as he somehow resisted the urge to turn his head so that he could kiss her thigh.
“I made a tactical error,” she said, sighing heavily as she shifted to get more comfortable while he knelt there, slowly exhaling as he tried not to think about how good it felt to touch her again.
“Does it hurt right now?” Trace asked, releasing a shaky breath as he struggled with the need to pull her closer only to clear his throat and look away.
He wanted her.
It was the reason why he’d stayed away from her because he was tempted, so fucking tempted to give in and take everything that she offered. She was soft, sweet, kind, and everything that he’d always wanted. She was everything that he’d fooled himself into believing that Mary was and so much more.
He didn’t want to need her like this, hated the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about her, hated needing to be near her, hated this pull that she had over him, and he hated the fact that she tempted him to forget about the only thing that had kept him whole in that tomb.
His revenge.
It was all that he had.
It was the only thing that mattered.
It was…
It was the only fucking thing that he had.
He didn’t belong in this world, didn’t fucking understand it, didn’t like it, and the only thing that should matter was seeing his father again and making the bitch pay for everything she did. Instead, all he wanted to do was to pull his wife into his arms and forget.
It was something that he couldn’t allow.
He knelt there, struggling to hold onto the anger that had allowed him to survive and-
“I don’t like the idea of you being alone,” she said, making his jaw clench.
“I’m not afraid of being alone,” Trace ground out as he glared at the wall, knowing that one look at her would break him.
“Then what are you afraid of?” Samantha asked as she took his face in her small hands, giving him no other choice but to look up at her as he struggled to hold onto the anger that had allowed him to survive, needing it so badly that the idea of letting it go terrified him only to feel himself soften when he looked into her beautiful brown eyes and…
“You.”
Chapter 37
“You terrify me, wife,” Trace said as he stood up and pulled her closer so that he could rest his forehead against hers.
“Me?” Samantha asked, watching as his green eyes slowly turned red.
“You make me want things that I can’t have,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her.
“What do you want?” she asked, gently caressing his jaw as she felt herself relax for the first time since he’d left her.
She’d missed him so much and she didn’t understand it, didn’t understand why she felt this way about him, why she couldn’t stop thinking about him, and why she wanted him so much that she thought that she would die if he didn’t-
“You,” Trace said softly as his hands moved down her back and over her bottom. “I want you.”
She should put a stop to this. Hell, she should have put a stop to this when he kissed her by the stream. She should definitely be afraid of him and be doing everything in her power to get away from him.
He felt so good, Samantha thought, as she threaded her fingers through his hair while she slowly moved her lips against his, enjoying the way that his grip tightened over her bottom, bringing her tightly against him so that she could feel the hard curve of his erection pressing against her. As they slowly deepened the kiss, she found herself doing something that she’d never been tempted to do before.
Letting go.
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He was never letting her go, Trace decided when she ripped a groan from him when her sweet scent teased him only to tear a growl from him when she stopped kissing him. Pressing her forehead against his, she looked into his eyes and left him completely fucking helpless to deny her anything.
Keeping her eyes locked with his, she reached for the buttons on his shirt as he stood there, watching her. God, she was so beautiful, Trace thought as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, taking his time kissing her as she worked the buttons on his shirt free. As he kissed her, he placed his hands on her knees and slowly ran them over her legs, unable to believe just how soft her smooth legs were as he snaked his hands beneath her shirt. He used the move to push the soft material up as he ran his hands over her hips until he was running his hands over her back. As soon as she finished unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled back just long enough to pull her shirt off and tossed it aside.
Before her shirt had a chance to hit the floor, she was cupping the back of his neck with one hand and pulling him back down so that she could kiss him as he felt her other hand work his trousers open.
“Oh, god,” he groaned softly when he felt her small hand reach inside his trousers and cup him through his underwear.
It felt so good, Trace thought as he felt her small hand move over the length of his cock, tearing a moan from him when she gave the base a squeeze. He’d never felt anything better, he thought, only to groan when he felt her hand slide inside his underwear and wrap around him, pulling him free.
Groaning, he broke off the kiss and found himself watching as her small hand ran down his length even as she used her hold on him to bring him closer and he-
Found his head falling back on a groan when he felt the tip of his cock brush against her soft skin as she slowly stroked him. Everything went red when he felt her press a kiss against his chest as she stroked his cock so fucking slowly that he thought that he would lose his fucking mind and the only thing that he could do was groan.
Never thought it would be this good, Trace thought, licking his lips hungrily only to growl when the next stroke caused the sensitive tip of his cock to brush against the underside of her breast. Unable to help himself, he dropped his head forward again and found himself watching as she ran her small hand over him, every stroke of his cock causing the tip to brush against the large breast that had him licking his lips.
Leaning back in, he kissed her as he reached up and tore a moan from both of them as his hands found her breasts. They were firm and soft at the same time, he thought as he gave them a gentle squeeze that had his wife’s breath catching, so he did it again before running his hands over them. He slowly moved his hands over her large nipples, loving the way that they felt as they slid through his fingers only to tease his palms.
Pulling out of her grip, Trace leaned down as he cupped her breasts in his hands and took one large nipple between his lips. Running his tongue over his fangs, he forced them back so that he could gently suck on her nipple, teasing it with his tongue before releasing it so that he could take the other one in his mouth. She felt so good, Trace thought as he released her breast with one last kiss as he reached down and grabbed hold of the soft white panties that drove him crazy and tore them free from her body.
Once he had her naked, he stepped back and found himself hungrily licking his lips as he took in the wet, neatly trimmed curls between her legs. Wondering if she was as sweet as she smelled, he gently pushed her back until she was lying down on the table.
Ignoring the need to bury himself inside her, Trace leaned down and pressed a kiss against her soft stomach as he reached down and pushed her legs open wider. The soft moan that she released as she ran her fingers through his hair had him pressing another kiss against her soft skin as he slowly made his way down her stomach. Her scent had his cock hardening past the point of pain, but he forced himself to ignore it, something that he was used to doing.
“Trace,” his wife moaned as he pressed a kiss against her slit before he ran his tongue over her and nearly fucking came from the first taste.
So…fucking…sweet.
With the second swipe of his tongue, he was forced to grab hold of the table when his legs threatened to give out. A growl slowly worked its way up his throat when his tongue found
her core.
“Oh, god,” his wife whimpered as she shifted against his mouth, letting him know exactly what she wanted.
Praying for control that he wasn’t sure that he had, he ran his tongue over her core before he slid his tongue inside her and-
“Oh, god, Trace,” Samantha moaned, gasping as she ground herself against his tongue.
So fucking good, Trace thought as he dropped his hand away so that he could wrap it around his cock as he continued licking her, imagining how it was going to feel to slide his cock inside her. Over the past two weeks, he’d imagined what it would feel like to fuck her and now, he was done thinking about it.
Sliding his tongue inside her one last time, Trace stood up, licking his lips hungrily as he moved closer, lining his cock between her legs so that the tip was pressed against her wet slit. Unable to help himself, he slowly stroked himself, watching as the move caused the tip to brush against her, earning a moan from his wife.
He watched as the tip moved against her, sliding down along her slit only to slide back up as the move coated the tip until he was sliding it between her lips and-
Found himself pushing inside his wife.
“That feels so good,” his wife groaned as he stood there, watching as his cock slowly disappeared inside his wife.
Grabbing hold of the edge of the table, he continued to roll his hips, feeding his cock slowly into his wife as he felt her wet sheath tighten around him. She was so tight, so fucking hot, and so incredibly wet, he thought as he pushed the last inch inside her until he felt his balls brush against her soft bottom.
A groan escaped him as he found his head dropping back as he stood there, allowing himself to enjoy the feel of his wife wrapped tightly around him as he fought for control. She felt so good, he thought, groaning as he felt his wife shift seconds before he felt her fingers thread through his hair and she was pulling him down for another kiss.
Placing his hands on the table on either side of her, he leaned down so that he could kiss her as he slowly pulled back only to roll his hips and pushed back inside her.
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