Boston, MA
Sentinel Compound
“There’s been a mistake,” Jill tried to explain as Joshua sat down on the stone steps of one of the fake brownstones that lined the street that hid the Sentinel compound and took in the minions, demons, and shifters waiting to get their hands on his sister.
They’d never get to her before the Sentinels managed to drag her inside and they knew it, but that didn’t stop them from hoping that the Sentinels fucked up and she managed to get away. She wouldn’t and even if she did, she’d never make it ten feet before the shifters and demons that worked for the Council trying to blend in with the early afternoon crowd managed to grab her.
Then again, the human male that was watching her every move from across the street would probably kill her before that happened, Joshua thought, glancing at the human that had been asking too many questions lately. Sooner or later, Masters and Alphas were going to have enough of the human sticking his nose in where it didn’t belong.
“Please, don’t do this!” Jill cried as cold gray eyes watched her every move.
Joshua wondered about the human, not enough to do anything or really care if he pulled out the gun that he had concealed in his coat and shot her. Although, he probably should, considering everything that his sister had done for him. If Jill hadn’t saved him, he’d probably be just as fucked up as she was, Joshua mused, still wondering why no one else had figured out exactly what his sister had been forced to do to save them all.
When he was a child, he hadn’t understood a lot of things, but as he got older, he’d realized just how fucked up their lives had really been. Well, how fucked up her life had been since she’d been the one who had been forced to do all those seriously fucked up things to keep a roof over their heads. He was surprised that Madison hadn’t figured it out yet, but then again, that probably had something to do with the small woman currently trying to talk her way out of this.
Jill hadn’t said anything, probably never would and he really couldn’t blame her. As he watched the human trying to work up the nerve to pull out that gun, Joshua couldn’t help but wonder how Madison was going to react when she found out. Then again, since Jill was being banished to the island, she probably never would.
For a moment, Joshua considered freeing her to see what the human would do, but…
He owed her.
For that, he would allow her to be banished. It was the least he could do, Joshua thought, biting back a yawn as he stood up and headed back the way he came since he had better things to do than to wonder why no one else had figured out that the leech had marked Jill as his mate.
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Westdrom, Maine
“That hurts too,” came the sniffled reply that had Trace biting back a smile as he obediently leaned over and kissed his wife’s knee.
“Does it feel better?” he asked, watching as she shook her head with another sniffle.
“A little bit,” Samantha said, making sure to add another one of those sad little sniffles that had him biting back another smile.
“Is there anything that I can do to make it feel better?” he asked, watching as she sniffled, nodded, sniffled again as she rolled over onto her stomach and sadly mumbled, “A backrub might help.”
“I suppose that it’s the least that I could do,” he said, placing his hands on her back as she nodded, sniffled, and murmured, “It really is,” in agreement.
“Is this okay, wife
?” he asked as he ran his hands over her shoulders, enjoying the way it felt to run his hands over her soft, smooth skin as she released little sighs of pleasure.
He was going to miss her, Trace thought as he ran his hands down her back. He’d planned on using one of his father’s cells to keep her safe, but…
He couldn’t risk anything happening to her. For a moment, just a brief moment, he thought about changing her now so that he would never have to worry about something happening to her, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t forget the three hundred and fifty-four years that he’d spent trapped in that tomb. There was no way that he could allow that bitch to get away with what she did to him.
“That feels so good,” his wife groaned as he continued running his hands over her back.
“You feel good, wife,” Trace said as he ran his hands down her back, watching as they moved over her bottom, down her thighs and over her calves before he shifted so that he could slowly move them back up her body. He made sure to run his thumbs over the inside of her thighs as he went, earning a moan as Trace moved his hands back over her bottom as he made his way back to her shoulders.
The next time that he ran his hands down her back, she was spreading her legs apart for him. When he ran his hands back up her legs, he made sure that he took his time running his hands over her thighs, noting the way that she spread her legs again, giving him a view of the soft pink folds between her legs.
Licking his lips, he continued running his hands over her, teasing her with every pass as the scent of her arousal surrounded him and her soft swollen lips glistened with her arousal.
“Trace,” she said on a soft moan as she shifted beneath his touch.
“What do you want, wife?” he asked, running his hands over her bottom only to pause long enough to give each cheek a gentle squeeze that had her moaning louder.
“You.”