Oh, G.o.d........

He was going to make her spontaneously combust.

She felt herself become wetter as his words registered. Her eyes were locked on that large c.o.c.k standing at attention, begging for her mouth and G.o.d help her, but she wanted to crawl over to him and worship it.

"Show me how wet you are, mein Schatz."

Everything shifted red as she moved her gaze away from the erection that had brought her so much pleasure over the past week, up to the incredible torso that she loved running her tongue over and up to his handsome face to find his eyes were just as red as hers. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she spread her legs wider, making sure to give him an un.o.bstructed view as she reached between her legs and spread herself so that he could see just how wet he'd made her. He growled in approval as he licked his lips, making her wonder if he was imagining licking her.

"What should we do now?" she asked, somehow resisting the urge to slide her fingers inside herself and find the relief that her body was starting to demand.

"Take your bra off so I can see just how hard your nipples are," he said, leaning back on the loveseat, looking completely relaxed and acting as though having his c.o.c.k freed and curving into his stomach was the most natural thing in the world.

"And what will you be doing while I take my bra off?" she asked, seconds away from saying the h.e.l.l with it and ending this game. She was so turned on, but then again, he always seemed to have this effect on her. Morning, noon and night he made her crazy for him. She'd lost count of how many times she'd woken in the middle of the night to find his tongue sliding deep inside her or the tip of his c.o.c.k waiting patiently for her to open her mouth and suck him dry.

No matter how many times he took her, she could never seem to get enough and judging by the way that he went out of his way to find her and bend her over most days, neither could he. He was an incredibly gifted lover and somehow he seemed to be getting better each time. She would never forget yesterday when he'd taken her by surprise, pushed her up against the wall and ground himself against her a.s.s as he whispered everything that he wanted to do with her, starting with sliding his fingers deep inside of her to pulling his c.o.c.k out of her wet p.u.s.s.y and letting her finish him off with her mouth. He'd had her biting back a scream as she came hard just from his words and the way he'd rubbed against her. It had never happened to her before and she couldn't wait to do it again.

"Imagining my mouth on them while you suck my c.o.c.k," he said, raising the temperature of the room by a good ten degrees.

"So in your dreams I'm a contortionist?" she asked teasingly as she removed her bra and dropped it on the floor.

His lips twitched with amus.e.m.e.nt even as his eyes ate her up. "You'd have to be pretty flexible to do all the things I've been imagining doing to you."

"Oh?" she asked, licking her lips as she reached up and traced one of her nipples with her fingertips while she placed her hand between her legs and traced her slit for him. "And what kind of things have I done in these fantasies of yours?"

"Things that you should be ashamed off," he growled, watching her, his eyes shifting from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to her fingers playing for his enjoyment as he reached down ran his palm down the underside of his c.o.c.k.

"And what have you done in these fantasies?" she asked around a soft moan as she watched him tease his c.o.c.k.

"Everything," he rasped as she made a show of spreading her swollen lips apart for him again.

"Everything? That's a little vague for me, Christofer. Why don't you tell me one of these little fantasies of yours," she suggested, tracing the tip of her c.l.i.t as she gave her breast a squeeze, loving the way that he licked his lips as he took it all in.

"I've f.u.c.ked your pretty little a.s.s," he said, making her breath catch and just like that, she wanted him to do just that.

"And did I love it?"

"You f.u.c.king adored it. Begged me to slide my c.o.c.k in your a.s.s again and again," he said, moaning as he cupped the tip of his c.o.c.k and squeezed.

"And did you?" she asked, her hips shifting restlessly as she imagined just how good it would feel.

"No," he said, shaking his head as he wrapped his hand around his large c.o.c.k and stroked himself, slowly, "I missed your p.u.s.s.y too much."

A gasp escaped her as she rubbed her c.l.i.t. This man was so good at this. They needed those phones that Ephraim promised them, immediately. She'd probably never get anything done with him s.e.xting her all day. Then again, she probably wouldn't care, not as long as he kept driving her out of her mind.

"It makes me wonder," Christofer said, continuing to stroke his c.o.c.k while he watched her.

"Makes you wonder what?" she asked, struggling to stay focused.

"If your p.u.s.s.y misses me right now."

"There's only one way to find out," she said, resisting the urge to slide a finger inside herself and end this torture.

"True," he said, getting to his feet, his hand never stilling on his c.o.c.k as he walked over to her, but instead of crawling between her legs like she'd expected, hoped, he stood by her head, placed a hand against the wall, a knee on the bed and brought the tip of his c.o.c.k to her mouth. "I need it wet."

"That's funny," she said, taking his hand away from his erection and bringing it between her legs, "so do I."

I will break you the f.u.c.k off if you come too soon, Christofer promised his c.o.c.k as his fingers traced between Cloe's wet slit. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. He loved playing these games with her, loved driving her out of mind until he was intoxicated on the scent of her arousal, but sometimes he was afraid he'd lose his G.o.dd.a.m.n mind if he couldn't just slide home like now. She'd never smelled so d.a.m.n good before. Normally the scent of her made him crazy, but today it was driving him out of his f.u.c.king mind until all he could think about was f.u.c.king her.

A strangled groan escaped him as Cloe wrapped her lips around his c.o.c.k and took him in her hot, wet mouth. Don't even think about it, he inwardly snarled at his poor defenseless c.o.c.k when he felt his b.a.l.l.s pull up tight. As he slid a finger inside Cloe to find her ready, he tried to think of something, anything that would keep him from- s.h.i.t!

Too late, she had him ready to come the second she traced the slit of his c.o.c.k with her tongue. Refusing to come anywhere but between her legs, he pulled his c.o.c.k free, removed his hand and moved between her legs, slammed his c.o.c.k home, pulled back and......

Froze.

"You're fertile," he blurted out as realization slammed into him.

The reason why he hadn't been able to keep his hands off her, more than usual, was because she was ripe. s.h.i.t! They'd never talked about a future, never mind children. His focus right now was to protect her and keep her safe, happy and crying out his name when he made love to her. They weren't ready for kids.

Not yet.

They were being hunted, didn't have a home of their home, but the main reason that he didn't want children yet was because he hadn't won her heart yet. He didn't want to force her to stay with him because they had a child and he sure as h.e.l.l didn't want to risk losing her and their child if she ever decided to walk away.

"It's okay," she said, her expression guarded as she wrapped her arms around him to stop him from pulling out.

"We need to talk about this, mein Schatz," he said, reaching up to gently take her hand away, but the stubborn woman simply shook her head and tightened her hold around him.

"You're not going to get me pregnant," she said, threading her fingers through his hair in that way she knew drove him out of his mind and pulled him down for a slow, pa.s.sionate kiss that had him groaning in defeat.

"Are you sure?" he asked as realization dawned on him. She probably had an IUD or something to keep her from getting pregnant.

"Yes," she answered against his lips, and with that he gave in and slid back inside her until his b.a.l.l.s rubbed against her a.s.s.

After that he stopped thinking altogether. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him as he thrust inside her, loving the way that she suckled his tongue while her body tightened around his, refusing to let him go.

As he rolled his hips, he stared into her beautiful red eyes and realized that he couldn't go another minute without telling her that he loved her.

"Ich liebe dich, mein Schatz" he said hoa.r.s.ely, wishing like h.e.l.l that he could tell her so that she would understand what he was saying, but it was too soon.

"What-"

He cut her question off with a kiss as he quickened his pace, doing his best to distract her so that he wasn't forced to lie to her. He didn't want to scare her off so for now he would keep his mouth shut and hope that she didn't get her hands on a German dictionary, because- "I love you, too," Cloe blurted out against his lips, making his hips still in mid-thrust.

"What?" he asked, sounding like an idiot, but he didn't care.

"If you stop I'm going to have to kill you," she groaned, rolling her hips to force him back inside her.

"That's not what you said," he said, struggling to focus as she found a way to ride him by simply rolling her hips, back and forth.

"Well, I'm not going to say it again so you might as well get back to doing that thing you were doing with your hips," she explained, riding his c.o.c.k no doubt to distract him.

"I see," he said softly as he took over again, trying his best not to grin, but after a few seconds he gave up trying to hide it and grinned hugely, earning a murderous glare from the woman that he loved.

"It was a slip of the tongue!" she snapped, sounding adorably irritated.

"I see," he said, grinning hugely simply because he just couldn't stop.

"I hate you," she muttered, looking disgruntled.

"Would it make you feel better if I told you that I loved you more?"

"No."

"Would it make you feel better if we both pretended that it never happened?" he suggested, doing his best to stop smiling.

"Yes!" she hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist, no doubt thinking that he was going to forget the sweetest words that were ever spoken to him.

"Sorry," he said, shaking his head as he leaned down and kissed her, "I can't do that."

"b.a.s.t.a.r.d," she mumbled against his lips.

"Would it make you feel better if I pulled out and used my tongue to help you forgot that little slip of yours?" he suggested innocently as he stilled inside her.

She licked her lips hungrily as his words sank in and then, once they did, she was shoving him off and sighing heavily, sounding put out as she said, "Fine, I guess we could give it a try."

Smiling once again, he kissed his way down, pausing at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to lick and suckle her nipples in his mouth while he enjoyed the sweet scent she was giving off before moving south. She smelled so d.a.m.n good, he thought as he licked and kissed her skin, wondering how he was going to stop from coming at the first swipe of his tongue through her delicate folds. Once he came to her navel an unexpected scent hit him. It was weak, barely noticeable, but while he inhaled, his smile disappeared as he caught the scent of something he'd never expected.

She was pregnant.

Chapter 53.

"If you stop," Danni said, panting heavily as she pulled her mouth away from his c.o.c.k, "I will kill you!"

"Ditto," Caine growled against her slit as he reached between them, wrapped his hand around his aching c.o.c.k and brought the tip back to her mouth. The little tease flicked the ring with her tongue, making him growl against her p.u.s.s.y as he stroked his c.o.c.k.

He speared her with his tongue as he continued to stroke himself, moaning with pleasure as Danni licked and teased the tip of his c.o.c.k. She loved to tease him, driving him out of his G.o.dd.a.m.n mind. Her favorite thing was to reduce him to a snarling animal that only cared about mounting her and f.u.c.king her until neither of them could barely move, which he was about five seconds from doing.

"More," she moaned, rocking her hips so that she was riding his tongue, sliding her core up and down his tongue while she took the tip of his c.o.c.k in his mouth and- "f.u.c.k!" he growled as she sc.r.a.ped her teeth over the sensitive tip.

"What did I tell you about stopping?" she asked with a long, drawn out sigh that she'd learned from that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Chris, as she released her hold on his needy c.o.c.k and moved to climb off him.

"The same thing I told you, little tease," he growled, grabbing her as she moved to climb off him, his control snapping as he shoved her face first on the bed.

The little tease laughed as she folded her arms beneath her head, spread her legs just enough and sighed as he covered her with his body. He kissed the back of her neck as he positioned himself between her legs and pushed in, his c.o.c.k slid inside her tight wet hold, loving the resistance this position created. They moaned in unison once he was in as far as he could go, her beautiful bottom pressed against his stomach.

"That feels so good," Danni moaned as he gently rocked inside her, making sure that his piercing hit her in just the right spot as he reached over her, entwined their fingers and held her hands above her head as he slowly rode her.

As he pushed inside her, his b.a.l.l.s rubbed against the comforter, adding immense pleasure to what he was doing to her. She was so wet, so tight, and still hiding something from him, he thought as he spotted that white gauze bandage that she'd been wearing for over a month now. He'd asked her a few times about it, but each time she managed to change the subject, mostly by dropping to her knees and making it impossible for him to focus on anything other than just how good her mouth felt wrapped around his c.o.c.k.

But now......

He released her left arm, continuing to thrust, but mostly now just to distract her. Keeping a firm grip on her right hand, he reached over and- Danni squealed as she tried to pull her hand away, but he held tight, keeping a firm hold on that hand as he reached over and tore the bandage off. "No! Stop!" Danni cried, desperately trying to wiggle free, but there was nowhere to go, not with him on top of her and buried inside her. The only thing that she managed to do was to ride his c.o.c.k harder, which he was more than fine with.

As soon as he had the gauze off, he turned her hand and- "A tattoo?" he asked with a frown, because he hadn't smelled the ink when she'd first started wearing the bandage, but he had a feeling that he knew the reason why.

The cancer had hidden it from him.

It was getting stronger and becoming more aggressive, something that terrified and frustrated him, but right now his focus was on the tattoo that his mate had kept hidden from him.

"I hate you," Danni groaned pathetically as she buried her face in the comforter.

He frowned down at the large Celtic cross with the small crescent moon. It took him a minute to realize that he was looking at the Sentinel mark, only in reverse. Each Sentinel was born with a crescent moon with a small cross marked right below their navel. This was......

"Why do you have the Sentinel mark tattooed on your arm?" he asked, wondering how to tell her that the tattoo artist had seriously f.u.c.ked up and switched the positions of the cross and moon.

"It's not the Sentinel mark," she mumbled against the comforter only to add after a pause, "well, not really anyway."

"Then what is it?" he asked, tracing his fingertip over the black tattoo.

She sighed heavily as she said, "It's something I designed when I was a kid."

"For......?"

She grumbled something inaudible into the comforter.

"What was that?" he asked, pulling his c.o.c.k out until only his piercing touched her core, knowing that she'd get him back for this and not really caring, not when she was hiding things from him.

"I wanted my own Sentinel design," she muttered stubbornly as she tried to push back and force his c.o.c.k back inside her.

"I see," he said, pressing a kiss against the back of her nape, because he knew his mate well.

The Sentinels had been her life. She'd worked her a.s.s off, training, fighting and doing whatever she could to prove her worth. While most humans born to Sentinels liked to b.i.t.c.h about the unfairness of their situation, Danni had accepted her fate as a mere human with grace and dignity. She'd never used the fact that she was human as an excuse, never hid behind it, because she considered herself a part of the Sentinel world.

"Why didn't you get this sooner?" he asked, sliding back in, her wet walls making the move easy.

"You know why," she answered with a disgruntled snort.

"Because they would have mocked you?" he asked, chuckling when she tried to throw him off.