Pyte/Sentinel

“Break the fucking door down!” Caine screamed, terrified that if they didn’t break down that door soon that Danni would-

“Oh, fuck yes!” he groaned seconds later, helpless to do anything else when his mate, locked her beautiful red eyes on him as use the hold she had on his cock and brought the tip up and wrapped her very talented lips around the tip, just enough so that she could wrap her lips around his piercing and suckle, forcing his exhausted cock to beg for more.

“Mine,” that terrifying growl came again as incredible beautiful red eyes locked on him.

“Danni?” he asked, not really sure what he was asking since her scent told him everything that he needed to know and apparently his cock was definitely onboard with absolutely anything and everything that she might have in mind, but part of him, an incredibly small part of him, wasn’t sure that they should be doing this.

“Mine!” she growled again, reminding him of the reason that this just might not be such a good idea.

“Danni, why don’t we go back in the shower?” he suggested, wincing when his cock angrily jerked against his stomach, clearly announcing its displeasure with his plans, but he couldn’t do this, no matter how badly he wanted to and God, how he wanted to.

“Calm the fuck down!” Eric snapped over the phone while Caine was forced to reach over and grab hold of the doorframe and crush it until pieces of wood, dust and plaster crumbled beneath his hand as he struggled to keep it together, but damn near impossible to do while he was forced to stand over his mate and watch as she sat in the tub, hugging her legs tightly to her chest and laid her head on her knees, trembling as she struggled to deal with whatever hell her body was putting her through while he stood there on the phone, fucking useless.

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” he snarled viciously as he forced himself to look away from the sight of her, because he honestly wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.

“Mine,” Caine snarled, reaching for her with a menacing growl that had her cringing on behalf of the large bastard holding her, but before Caine could follow through with the threat that was so clearly radiating from his incredibly sexy red-eyed glare, the man holding her tossed her away with a chuckle.

“You must be Danni,” the bastard, who’d tossed her without any warning to her sex-crazed mate, said, sounding amused and earning a red-eyed glare of her own.

“Mine!” Caine snarled, narrowing his eyes on the newcomer as he adjusted her in his arms and held her closer, squeezing her tight and making sure that the other man knew exactly who she belonged to.

Sighing heavily as she pushed her mate’s overeager hand off her breast, she focused on the shifter leaning lazily against the tree with his arms folded over his bare, and extremely impressive chest that really didn’t do anything for her, and couldn’t help but wonder why Caine wasn’t attacking him.

Then again, Caine did seem to be preoccupied with trying to shove his hand beneath her shirt so that he could palm her breast as he glared the other man down. Since he seemed to have other things on his mind, she decided that it was up to her to find out what this Shifter was doing here.

“We can talk about this!” Danni yelled over her shoulder, wondering why she was running.

The hungry growl was the only reminder that she needed to get her ass moving faster. One minute she’d been mesmerized by the muscles working in his right arm as he lazily stroked himself and the next…

The next she was running through the woods away from her mate and wondering when the hell he’d lost his goddamn mind. She stopped wondering the second that she caught his scent and knew that this one was definitely on her. Whatever scent her body was giving off, and something told her that between Christofer’s blood and the demon blood that she’d consumed over the past year that it was pretty fucking strong, Caine couldn’t seem to think straight around it.

“And what exactly are we doing?” she couldn’t help but ask when Caine pulled off to the side of the road and parked beside a thick copse of trees.

“Compromising,” was all he said before he turned off the engine, pocketed the keys and jumped out of the truck, leaving her sitting there wondering how driving to the opposite side of town during a full moon was a compromise when they should be waiting with the others to make sure that the Pack didn’t get too close to town.

Torn between embarrassment and curiosity, she decided to sit there for a few more minutes and see where he was going with this. When he reached into the back of the truck and grabbed his gear, she decided that she could forget about the public humiliation just for a little while so that she could assuage her curiosity. Without waiting for an invitation, mostly because it didn’t appear as though Caine was going to extend her one anytime soon, she jumped out of the truck, closed her door, grabbed her gear and scrambled to catch up with him.

“How exactly is this compromising?” she asked a minute later when she finally managed to catch up with him as he navigated his way through the woods as the pitch black night finally set in.

“A little to the right,” Chris said with an exaggerated sigh of pleasure, earning a curse from him as he grabbed the hand reaching for his son’s throat and yanked it back, twisted it and used the hold to pull the seriously pissed off Shifter off his son, who even Ephraim had to admit had this one coming.

“Just let me kill him!” Kale said, coming as close to begging as Ephraim had ever heard, letting him know just how far his son had managed to push the shifter with his typical bullshit.

“Well, this is just fucking terrific,” Chris said, looking across the fire at the two men that he was spending Father’s Day with instead of his mate and children.

“We didn’t have a choice,” his father said, picking up a small twig and tossed it in the roaring fire that they’d started an hour ago when they’d realized that this wasn’t going to be a simple mission, not when they were now short two people thanks to the asshole glaring at him.

“He could have come back after dropping her off,” he bit out, knowing that he was pouting and not really giving a flying fuck.

This was Father’s Day and he was supposed to be home with his family, holding his babies and showing the woman that had given him everything just how much she meant to him, but instead he was here, in the middle of nowhere on the off-chance that a rogue Pack was going to try and make it’s way through their territory. If the asshole had kept his mouth shut, he could be home right now enjoying time with his family.