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Now all they needed to do was to get Ephraim, who would do anything Madison asked so she wasn't too worried about him, and Kale to help her out. Kale might be a problem, she admitted to herself. She needed to figure out a way to get Kale to do her this one itzy bitzy little favor without freaking out.
Normally there wasn't anything the werewolf mercenary wouldn't do, hence the mercenary title, but since she was carrying what the man already deemed was his godson he was a tad overprotective sometimes. She couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't tie her up and rat her ass out to Chris. Since that wouldn't work for her she was going to have to resort to flat out manipulation to make Kale help her. Not that she was above doing that. It was just that they needed to hurry up if they were going to-
"I'll be another minute, Munchin," Chris said, popping his head in the door. His eyes dropped down to her br**sts and god help her, but the look he sent them had them swelling up for his approval.
She used to hate having her br**sts touched, but with Chris she couldn't get enough. She'd lost count of the number of orgasms he'd managed to give her over the past couple of months by just focusing on her br**sts. It still amazed her how her body reacted to Chris, how it craved him. Sex used to be boring and pointless for her, but then again that was because she wasn't with her destined mate. Sex between Sentinel mates was anything but boring and she wasn't just basing that on the incredible sex she shared with Chris.
Her first day in the compound she learned a few very important things. First and foremost, she could get junk food twenty-four seven thanks to the compounds state of the art cafeteria. Secondly, never enter a room, closet, stairwell, elevator, hallway, bathroom, storage room or even the great common room without first making your presence known otherwise it got kind of awkward, especially when the Sentinel couple didn't stop.
The most interesting thing that she'd learned, besides picking up on a few interesting positions that Chris had been more than happy to try out with her, was that not every Sentinel couple was in love. That was actually kind of weird, at least to her since she was madly in love with her mate and of course the whole "soul mate" concept.
If someone was made for you, shared two half souls with you, wouldn't that make the person your perfect half? The person that you were meant to love forever? She thought so, but apparently she was wrong. Less than half the Sentinel couples were actually in love. When she asked Eric about that, he gave her a pained smile as he explained that many Sentinels looked at their mates as their partners, a comrade that they shared a close bond with to help them in their job, but were unable to love their mate more than their job.
His reaction to her question left her a little confused, that is until Chris took her aside and gently explained that Eric and his mate did not share a love bond, which kind of surprised her since Eric and Meredith seemed very close. She knew that they loved each other, the problem was that they loved their jobs more. It was actually kind of sad, she thought as Chris walked back into the office, closing the door behind her and going back down on his knees and picking up right where he left off without a word.
With a moan she allowed all her worries to disappear as Chris made love to her with his mouth. He worked her, taking his time to hit all the spots that he knew would set her off. When she screamed out her first organism he groaned, but he didn't stop until she was on the verge of coming again.
"You feel like helping me out, Munchkin?" Chris asked, giving her slit one last lick before standing up. He cupped the back of her knees as he pressed his jean clad erection against her and smiled as he licked his lips clean.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked, slightly panting as Chris ground himself against her.
"It depends, Munchkin," he drawled lazily as he gently pulled her forward until she was sitting on the very edge of the desk and sliding her arms around his neck.
"On what?" she asked, leaning forward to press a kiss against the light pink scar tissue on the side of his neck.
"On whether or not you think you can handle more?" Chris asked on a groan as he rubbed against her.
Smiling, she cupped his face with one hand and with the other she ran her hand down his chest, loving the way the soft grey tee-shirt hugged every muscle on Chris' impressive chest. When she reached the spot where the large swell of her stomach prevented her from running her hand down his body any further she inwardly sighed as she dropped her hand to the side and beneath her stomach to cup the large erection threatening to rip through his jeans to get to her.
"Do you want me to handle it?" she asked teasingly as she gave it a gentle squeeze that had Chris bucking in her hands and hissing in a breath.
He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "I want you to do more than handle it," he said, even as reached between them and undid his pants. Isabella didn't wait to be asked, she pulled his zipper down and reached into his boxer shorts and pulled him out, taking her time to run her hand up and down his length, enjoying the smooth soft skin over hard hot steel.
She opened her legs wider as she used his length to pull him closer. He came willingly, but made no move to take what they both knew he wanted. Chris was once again protecting her and the baby. As much as he wanted her, and she knew that the man wanted her, usually several times a day, he always hesitated to make sure that he didn't hurt her.
Biting back a sigh, she pulled him a little closer and used his erection to tease her swollen lips. He sucked in a breath as his hands slapped down hard on the workstation on either side of her ass as he dropped his mouth to hers, taking her mouth in a savage kiss that left her panting and desperate to have him.
As much as she wanted him, she wanted this moment more, the moment where she thought she'd die if he didn't slide inside of her. It turned her on more than anything and judging by the way his c**k jumped in her hand as she continued to rub the large silky head through her slit she knew that he loved it just as much as she did.
"I need you, Chris," she said, sounding almost desperate and for good reason.
She was.
There was just something about this man that drove her crazy and she couldn't get enough of him, probably never would. It didn't matter that it was barely seven in the morning or that they'd just made love not thirty minutes ago in the shower, she needed him. Now. She knew that it would always be this way with him. Even when they were two hundred years old and their time was nearly over she knew that she wouldn't be able to get enough of him.
"You have me, Munchkin," Chris said against her lips as he slowly pushed in, careful of her stomach as he released a loud moan of pleasure that had her toes curling,
