"I'm busy, Williams," Nolan said as he gestured to several Sentinels to join him.

"I think you can spare ten minutes to explain why you've decided to deny us access to the Pytes that we brought in," his father said, keeping stride with the man while Chris moved up to Nolan's other side, leaving Caine to flank them, effectively cutting the compound leader off from his men.

"Not today," Nolan said, not bothering to spare them a glance as he walked towards the double doors to the right of the front desk.

His father didn't bother to say another word as they walked with the Sentinel leader, because there was no point. The man had made his decision, but unfortunately for him, so had they.

"What the h.e.l.l?" Nolan muttered a moment later, frowning with confusion as he pressed his thumb against the security pad that controlled access to the double doors of the conference rooms and was answered by the telltale sounds of a sharp beep, denying him access. He tried several more times and was met with the same results. "Get IT on the phone and have them fix this G.o.dd.a.m.n door!" he snapped over his shoulder as he made one last attempt.

"Phones are down!" one of the women manning the front desk announced with a perplexed expression as she switched her attention from the dead phone to one of the computers lining the front desk.

"Internet is down, too!"

"What the f.u.c.k? My phone won't work!" one of the Sentinels standing next to them snapped.

"Elevators aren't working!"

"The front door won't open!"

"None of the doors will open!"

"What the h.e.l.l is going on?" Nolan demanded, giving up on the door as he turned his attention on the men and women standing around the large lobby, looking confused and kind of p.i.s.sed.

He moved to storm past them when Chris spoke, not bothering to hide his s.h.i.t-eating grin. "It appears that a very pregnant genius got p.i.s.sed that you were f.u.c.king with her mate and took matters into her own hands."

"What?" Nolan demanded harshly, his confused expression shifting as a play of emotions crossed his features from weary, to outraged and finally ending on resignation as he closed his eyes and growled, "f.u.c.king h.e.l.l."

"Oh, look at that," Chris mused as his father pressed his thumb to the security pad, the alarm chirping as the door unlocked, "it looks like you have ten minutes after all."

Nolan leveled a glare on him as he stormed past him, "a.s.shole."

"Caine," his father said as he opened the doors, "why don't you invite our guests to this meeting since this involves them"

Nolan cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention as he said, "That might not be such a good idea."

"Why not?" Caine asked, pausing by the front desk.

Nolan sighed heavily as he rubbed the back of his neck and admitted, "Because we haven't fed them in five days."

"You're driving me out of my f.u.c.king mind," Christofer whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against his body.

"Are you complaining?" she asked, moaning as his hands covered her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"G.o.d no," he said, leaning down and pressing a kiss against her neck as he gave her b.r.e.a.s.t.s a gentle squeeze. "Not as long as you're willing to put me out of my misery."

"Gladly," she said on a choked moan as she slapped her hands against the bathroom wall and pushed back against him, biting her lower lip in pleasure when the move forced the large erection pressed up against her back to caress her skin. Christofer moaned in her ear as he pressed a hungry kiss against her skin, his hands gripping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s tighter as he gently thrust against her back.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

"Good," she moaned, tilting her hips back against him, "Really good."

She could feel him smiling against her back. "Good. Then maybe it's time that I teach you how to use some of your other abilities," he murmured seductively as he pressed another kiss against her back. She was so caught up in that kiss that she almost missed what he'd said.

Almost.

"What are you-" her question ended on a panicked gasp as she suddenly found herself turned around, picked up and pressed back against the wall.

"Stay there," he said, releasing his hold on her only to catch her a few seconds later when she started to slide down the wall.

With a chuckle, he raised her right back to where he'd had her. "I see that you're going to need some help with this," he said in a conversational tone as she numbly nodded, nervously wondering what he was doing. Excitement shot through her as she enjoyed his touch and from the antic.i.p.ation of learning one of the skills that she supposedly now had.

"What should I do?" she asked, reaching out to hold onto his shoulders only to find herself pushed up higher against the wall until her head was less than an foot away from the ceiling.

"Just hold onto me, mein Schatz," he said, pressing a kiss right above her navel as he slid one hand down her thigh and placed it over his shoulder. He kissed her just below the navel as he did the same with her other leg until she found herself propped up on his shoulders with her back flat against the wall. When she started to tilt forward, she grabbed onto his head and held on.

"Now spread your legs wide for me," he whispered, pressing another kiss against her stomach as he spread his arms and placed his hands flat against the wall. Biting her lip, she did just that, spreading her legs open until they were dangling over his large biceps.

"Now close your eyes, mein Schatz," he whispered softly, his warm breath caressing her stomach and after a slight hesitation, she did just that, giving him the one thing that she'd never given to another man.

Her trust.

She felt the muscles in his arms bulge beneath her legs as they shifted, pushing her up higher against the wall.

"Now," he said, pausing only long enough to press a kiss against her thigh, "I want you to relax and just focus on what I'm doing to you."

"And what exactly will you be doing to me?" she asked, gentling her hold on his head so that she could thread her fingers through the short, silky locks that she loved so much.

He pressed a kiss against the opposite thigh before he turned his head and leaned forward, pressing another kiss beneath her navel. "Everything I've been fantasizing about and more," he said as he slowly kissed his way down.

"Oh my G.o.d!" she gasped as she felt the very tip of his tongue tease the bottom of her slit.

Slowly, he moved the tip of his tongue over her slit, just enough to tease, but not enough to part her and reach all the places that craved his tongue. When he reached the top, he pressed a kiss against her wet slit and started all over again, teasing her with the same light touch that had her breaths quickening and her body trembling.

"You taste so f.u.c.king good," he whispered when the tip of his tongue once again reached the top of her slit and he pressed another soft kiss against her slit before he started the torturous process all over again.

"Christofer," she moaned, too far gone to care how desperate she sounded.

"Hmmmm?" he said, not even bothering to pause in his slow swipe of her slit.

"Stop teasing me," she groaned, her grip in his hair tightening as she struggled not to squirm and try to take what she wanted.

"I'm not teasing you, mein Schatz," he said just before he pressed that teasing kiss against her slit just above her swollen c.l.i.t, but too lightly to give her any relief.

"What do you call this?" she demanded, choking back a sob as he started the process all over again.

"Savoring you," was the only answer he gave her as he ran the tip of his tongue through her wet slit, but this time dipping his tongue in just far enough to run it over the tip of her c.l.i.t.

She groaned, long and loud as he did it again. Squeezing her eyes shut, she dropped her head back and licked her lips, enjoying the feel of his tongue teasing her. It was torture and bliss all wrapped in one leaving her wanting more.

"Christofer!" she pleaded, licking her lips as she struggled against the urge to open her eyes just so she could glare down at him as she demanded that he stop teasing her and get on with it.

"Do you want more?" he asked casually as he started the torturous process all over again.

"Yes!" she moaned just as the tip of his tongue flicked over her c.l.i.t.

"Then put your feet on my arms and open up more for me, mein Schatz," he explained, pressing a kiss against her slit as she moved to do just that. She quickly raised her knees up and placed her feet on his locked elbows.

A loud moan broke free as Christofer rewarded her with a long leisurely lick through her now exposed lips, hitting every spot that craved his touch. He ran his tongue over her core, under the small hood of her c.l.i.t before his tongue flicked over it, once, twice and then brushed down her c.l.i.t and back over her core where he traced the rim with the tip of his tongue.

"Keep your eyes closed, mein Schatz," he whispered.

She opened her mouth to argue, but simply found herself nodding in agreement as he dipped his tongue inside her. At the same time she felt his mouth close over her core. He gently suckled just as she felt the slide of his tongue retreat with the movement, leaving her gasping and moaning for more.

Over the years she'd realized something very important when it came to men and s.e.x. There were two types of men when it came to oral s.e.x. There were men who used oral s.e.x just to get what they wanted, but didn't take much pleasure in the act. Then there were men who loved the act almost as much as the woman if not more and Christofer was clearly one of those men who loved nothing more than to go down on a woman.

The thought of him doing this to another woman was not pleasant. Anger surged through her, making her fangs throb as she imagined ripping apart any woman that- "I could lick you out all day," Christofer growled, bringing her murderous thoughts to a quick halt before they could really begin. "Do you have any idea how many times I've imagined doing this to you? How many times I wondered how you tasted? How many times I've wondered how it would feel to slide my fingers inside you? How many times you made me hard over the past couple of weeks? How many times I imagined f.u.c.king you?"

Squeezing her eyes shut, afraid that he'd stop if she opened them, she licked her lips, shaking her head as she imagined him stroking himself as he thought about her. It was almost too much to bear.

"I never imagined you'd taste this sweet," he groaned against her swollen wet flesh as she felt his hands gently clasp her ankles and pull them off his arms. He guided her feet to the wall as he slid his tongue inside her.

As soon as he released his hold on her, she pressed her feet flat against the wall and spread her legs wider, desperate for more. As his tongue slid inside her, his hands caressed her legs, moving down her thighs and then up over the gentle curve of her belly and over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, teasing her swollen nipples with his barely-there touches.

He let his palms skim back down and over her nipples before he settled his hands around the heavy curve of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and gently squeezed. His large hands cradled her large b.r.e.a.s.t.s as his thumbs moved to caress her aching nipples. As his tongue slid out of her only to slide back inside, further than before, his thumbs caressed the swollen skin around her sensitive nipples, careful not to touch the nipples themselves.

Moaning softly as she licked her lips, enjoying the sensation of having his tongue inside her and his very capable hands on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Cloe ran her fingers through his hair, silently encouraging him to continue and rewarding him for his very talented tongue. She'd been with several men that enjoyed going down on a woman, but none like Christofer. She never thought a man's tongue could feel so good.

As he continued to leisurely lick her out, his right hand gave her breast one last squeeze before it slid back down to join his tongue. She gasped when she felt the first caress of his thumb. His thumb teased the very tip of her c.l.i.t, spreading the warm liquid over it before he gently pressed down and drew it back and forth, thrumming her perfectly as he stiffened his tongue inside her.

Before she knew what was happening, Christofer had changed the pace and the pressure of his touch, his gentle tongue no longer licking her out but f.u.c.king her with quick hard strokes. His thumb showing no mercy as it sped up to match the strokes of his tongue until she found herself gripping his hair tightly between her fingers, desperate to hold his mouth against her as her breaths sped up, her body began to tremble and then convulse as a scream was ripped from her lips.

She felt herself tighten around his tongue, her body desperate to keep him inside her. His tongue remained firmly inside of her as he somehow found a way to flick the tip inside her, hitting her in just the right way and ripping another scream from her lips as his thumb suddenly pressed down on her c.l.i.t, sending her over the edge once more as his fingers gently pinched her nipple.

When the last tremor left her body, she found herself panting and her hips gently rocking against his mouth, greedily taking every last ounce of pleasure that he could give her. Gasping for air, she allowed herself a few more seconds of his touch before she released her death grip on his hair and allowed her hands to drop limply by her sides and her legs to fall open in surrender.

She felt Christofer press one last kiss against her slit as he pulled away from her. She wanted to reach out and pull him back, wanted him to hold her in his arms as she worked her way through the pleasure induced haze that he'd left her in, but she couldn't find the strength or the willpower to do it.

"Open your eyes, mein Schatz," Christofer whispered softly.

Wanting to see his face as she worked through the last tremors, she slowly opened her eyes, looked down at Christofer and then abruptly squealed as she found herself falling face first towards the tiled floor below.

Chapter 35.

Before she could hit the floor, he had her in his arms and was heading for the bedroom, desperate to be inside her.

"You did great, mein Schatz," he told the trembling woman in his arms as he pressed a kiss against her forehead.

"You....," she said, pausing to gasp for air, "b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"

"Is something wrong?" he asked innocently, hoping that it would be enough to make her forget that he'd manipulated her into floating for the first time and that she'd opened her eyes to find herself with an un.o.bstructed view of the tiled floor below. Then again, if he'd been paying attention and had stopped her from sliding up to the ceiling when she'd lost control she probably wouldn't have been so p.i.s.sed to find herself pinned against the wall instead of lying flat against the ceiling.

Ah, live and learn, he thought with a sigh as he placed the visibly angry woman on the bed. When she opened her mouth, no doubt to tell him to go f.u.c.k himself, he decided that it would probably be for the best for everyone concerned, meaning his aching c.o.c.k, to distract her for a minute.

"You son of-oh, G.o.d! Not again!" she ended with a strangled cry as he buried his face between her legs.

He hadn't been lying when he'd said that he could happily lick her all day. Just the thought of doing this for the rest of his life had his b.a.l.l.s drawing up tight and his c.o.c.k aching for release, and he would be doing this for the rest of his life, he'd decided about twenty minutes ago when he got his first taste of her. She was his. It was as simple as that. Since Ephraim's announcement that she was his mate worked in his favor, he'd decided to just go with it. He didn't care about the "whys" or "hows," he just cared that she was his, forever.

He was forced to run his tongue over his fangs when they tried to slide down, eager for a taste of the blood swelling the feminine flesh beneath his mouth. When time hadn't been a factor and he hadn't had to worry about Marta's safety, he used to pleasure a woman just like this, methodically hitting each pleasure point and pushing a woman past her endurance to make the blood rush between her legs. Once she was properly distracted, he would slip a finger inside her and keep her distracted, f.u.c.king her with his fingers while he slid his fangs in her thigh and took his fill. He'd never enjoyed the act before. The women he'd pleasured had been nothing but a meal to him and a way to escape his life for a short time, but this.....

G.o.d, he could do this all f.u.c.king day, he thought as he outlined her core with the tip of his tongue and flicked it over her swollen c.l.i.t. He shifted over her, working his tongue on her c.l.i.t while he reached between her legs with his hand as he settled on his stomach. He closed his lips around her swollen nub as he traced her opening with his finger, loving the way that she squirmed and moaned.

Her fingers threaded through his hair in that way that drove him out of his f.u.c.king mind. He'd noticed that she did it when she was turned on and she liked what he was doing. He wasn't even sure that she was aware that she was doing it, but he loved it. He loved the way it felt to have fingers running through his hair, the gentle way she did it as though she was rewarding him with a soothing touch for pleasing her.

"Christofer," she moaned his name as her legs fell open, her fingers running through his hair as she slowly arched her hips, riding his finger in a slow sensual pace that was making it more difficult with each pa.s.sing second to hold back, but he wanted to hear her scream his name one more time before he was too distracted to savor it.

He gave the sweet little nub between his lips one last suckle and a kiss before he moved up her body, dying to take one of the large pink nipples between his lips as he took her with his finger. Cloe continued to run her fingers through his hair as he kissed and licked his way to one large breast. He savored the warm firm globe, nuzzling it with his face as he kissed every inch of skin that he could reach until finally his mouth found the prize.

She gasped with pleasure as he ran his tongue over her nipple. Her fingers ran through his hair even as she rode his finger almost desperately. He pulled his finger free of her honeyed core and added a second finger and slid them back inside the smooth channel as he pressed his thumb just above her c.l.i.t.

"Christofer," she said his name like a plea as he suckled her nipple into a hard point and moved to the other one all while his thumb slowly moved around her c.l.i.t, teasing the little nub as his fingers slid inside her.

"Now," Cloe demanded on a gasp, her hips riding his fingers in a way that made his c.o.c.k jealous.

"Now," he agreed, pressing one last kiss against her nipple, he pulled his hand away from her and placed it on the bed near her head as he settled between her legs.

Her fingers paused in their soothing motions to cup his face and pull his mouth down to hers. She brushed her lips against his as he settled more firmly between her legs. When his erection came to rest against her wet slit they both moaned.

"You feel so f.u.c.king good," he said hoa.r.s.ely, forced to close his eyes and hold his breath, terrified that this was going to be over before it began.

But, Cloe was having none of that.

She nibbled at his lips, licking the slight sting away before she teased his lips open and invaded. He groaned long and loud as her tongue slid over his, teasing an involuntary thrust of his hips, but that was enough to keep his hips rocking between hers. With every thrust of his hips, his c.o.c.k slid further and further between her swollen, wet lips until the underside of his c.o.c.k was gliding over her core and swollen little c.l.i.t, earning the s.e.xiest little moans from Cloe. The scent of her arousal intensified, making it more difficult with each thrust of his hips to resist finally giving in and allow his c.o.c.k to slide inside her, but he wanted to savor this for as long as possible.

He'd waited so long for this moment, for this woman and he didn't want to ruin it by rushing in too quickly, especially since he didn't think he'd last that long, not if being inside Cloe felt as good as he'd imagined. It had been so long since he'd touched a woman, since he allowed himself to believe that he could be with a woman like a normal man. She felt too d.a.m.n good to care about anything, especially with the way that she was suckling on his tongue as he moved it against hers.

His hand snaked between them and found one of her large b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He caressed the soft skin, groaning as the move caused her hard nipple to tease his skin. Christ, he wanted her. He wanted to slide inside her, kiss her, lick her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, suck her nipples and f.u.c.k her until his c.o.c.k exploded and then he wanted to do it again and- "Christofer?" Cloe said, sounding uncertain even as her hands ran all over his body as she mindlessly arched beneath him, desperate to be filled.

"Yes, mein Schatz?" he said, moving against her, the need to be inside her overshadowing old fears until all he could think of was shifting between her legs and sliding inside her.

"Y-you're not going to," she said on a hoa.r.s.e whisper, pausing only long enough to release a moan when the underside of his c.o.c.k hit her core in just the right way, "lose c-control are you?"