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The cancer that polluted her blood had marred the taste of her blood and he had to force himself to swallow the poison. It wasn't something that he wanted to experience again, but for her he'd do it a thousand times over just so he would never lose her. She was his and he was never going to let her go.
Never.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pounded into her, not giving a damn about finesse or control at this moment. None of it mattered any longer. The only thing that mattered to him was in his arms and he was going to do everything in his power to keep her safe. He would not fail her again.
As much as he'd love to sink his fangs inside of her he couldn't do it. He couldn't hurt her in any way. He pressed a kiss against her neck before he forced himself to move away from the temptation and found her mouth. Her mouth was heaven and hell for him. He couldn't get enough of her and her sweet little moans.
"Don't stop," Danni demanded in that bossy manner of hers and he was helpless to refuse her.
"Never," he swore against her mouth as he pounded into her, ignoring the sounds of the ceiling cracking and plaster hitting the floor.
Somehow he managed to hold back his release when he felt her walls clamp down tightly around him. He pulled back so that he could watch her as she found her moment, but he found himself lost in her beautiful violet eyes. His pace slowed down until it became more controlled, slower and purposeful as looked into her eyes and for the first time in his very long life found himself making love to a woman, his woman, his mate, and heaven help him, the woman he loved.
"Caine," Danni whispered as she cupped his face and pulled him down for a slow leisurely kiss that matched his pace.
He never wanted to let her go, not when she found her first or second release or when her third release robbed him of his, but he knew that he would have to. To keep her safe he would do absolutely anything.
Chapter 34
Boston Compound
"Get your f**king hands off my mate," Chris snarled, causing the woman who shoved him down on his cot ten minutes ago and promptly sat on his lap, to snuggle closer as she let out a little sigh of content.
"The right one is a little swollen," Izzy said as she shook her right foot on Kale's lap to get his attention.
"Fine," Kale said on a heavy sigh as he gently placed her left foot back on his lap and picked up her right foot and set to work.
Logan sent the bastard sitting next to him on the cot a glare, but of course the shifter just ignored him and continued to pamper the Sentinel female on Logan's lap who refused to get off so that her mate could stake him. Logan couldn't help but give his head a shake, wondering how the hell he got to the point in his life where a Sentinel not only protected him, but seemed to actually care about him.
It was a mistake that she would soon regret, but for now Logan couldn't help but find comfort in having her in his arms. There was just something about the little Sentinel that calmed him. She seemed to have the same effect on the bastard he should have killed a long time ago. He couldn't remember ever seeing Kale this relaxed, even when Logan foolishly thought his onetime friend was human.
"I swear to God, Izzy, if you don't get your ass away from him I'm going to-"
"I'm not getting up while you're acting like this, Chris, so stop bothering me while I'm getting my feet rubbed!" she shouted, startling the hell out of him, but Kale simply ignored it while Chris continued to pace the opening of Logan's cell as he glared in his direction.
He had to fight back a smile as the little Sentinel in his arms settled against him and laid her head on his sore shoulder. She really was an entertaining woman and he truly did enjoy her company, which made what he was going to have to do that much harder for him. He'd still do it, but he wasn't happy about it. Not that he was really happy about anything, but this was his duty and he would do it.
For Elizabeth.
She deserved her revenge and he'd be damned if he let anyone stop him again and he would destroy anyone that stood in his way, including his Angel. As much as it pained him to use her, and surprisingly it did, there was no other choice in the matter. Jill was human, a gullible human that he wanted in his bed, but a human nonetheless.
Thanks to her family's neglect she'd been ripe for the taking and he took. Being trapped in a compound for months without anyone to talk to and nothing to do had left the normally vibrant, strong willed woman vulnerable. She needed him almost desperately and he was more than happy to be there for her.
It still amazed him that she allowed him to drink from her, especially considering who her family was. Then again he did offer her something that none of them did, companionship and his undivided attention. The woman was a natural helper and being stuck in this compound and made to feel useless was destroying her. So, he made damn sure that she knew that he needed her and what better way to help him then to give him some of her blood?
Convincing her to give him her blood had taken very little effort. He played his cards well by mentioning that his jailers weren't feeding him often enough and that he may have been in pain. It was bullshit, but she didn't need to know that. All she needed to know was that he needed her blood and she gave it, willingly. The bagged blood they gave him kept blood lust at bay, but her blood gave him strength and of course, ownership over her.
Every demon, vampire and shifter that came in contact with her would know by her scent that she belonged to him and they'd keep their hands off of her or they would have to face his wrath for touching his property. It really was too bad he couldn't keep her, he thought as Izzy snuggled up in his arms. He actually liked the idea of having Jill in his bed for a few years, but then again she wouldn't last very long in his bed as a human and he had no plans to change her.
It was a pity that he'd have to settle for using her, f**king her and draining her.
"Izzy?"
He looked over to find Chris blocking his brother from entering his cell. The boy looked between him and Kale nervously before his eyes settled back on Izzy. He held two large plates that with some kind of strawberry and cream dessert.
"Go upstairs, Marc," Chris said as he took the plates from his brother. He was pretty sure the child was more than human, but that was the one thing his Angel refused to explain to him.
That was more than fine with him since he knew that it was only a matter of time before he had everything he wanted or needed and his Angel was the key to it all. Then again, he mused as he looked down at the woman who apparently fell asleep in his arms, she could easily fill the position as well.
The soft warning growl that came from his right was more than enough for him to know that Kale knew where his thoughts had ventured. That was one of the reasons that he wouldn't use this woman for his main plan. No, his Angel would more than satisfy his plans, but for his revenge plans on the bastard sitting next to him, Izzy would do just fine.
