“What the hell are you talking about?” Cloe demanded, shifting the tension in the elevator as every man noticeably went still, even the man he held by the throat.
Two pairs of red eyes suddenly locked on him as Ephraim demanded, “Why the hell didn’t you tell her?”
He shoved the Sentinel away so that he could get in the other Pyte’s face. “That was your job,” he snarled.
“Someone want to fill me in?” Cloe demanded, but his focus was locked on Ephraim.
“She’s your mate!” Ephraim snapped, shoving him back.
“Ah, no I’m not,” Cloe said with a snort of annoyance that he chose to ignore, mostly because this wasn’t the time or place to explain that she did in fact belong to him. Besides, she’d eventually realize it on her own.
“We came here for the information that you promised,” Christofer said, shoving Ephraim back and getting back in his face. “You’re the one that f**ked up when you didn’t give us the answers that you promised us.”
Ephraim shoved him back, getting right in his face. “We didn’t have a f**king choice. As soon as we left you so that you could calm your mate down, our access to your floor was taken away. For the last week we’ve been stuck here, dealing with bullshit and trying to get our access reinstated so that we could keep our word to you.”
Breathing hard, Christofer held the other man’s murderous glare as he reached over and took Cloe’s trembling hand into his. “You have an hour to explain what’s going on and then we’re leaving.”
“One hour,” Ephraim agreed with a firm nod.
“Fucking bastard,” Chris muttered as he turned around and slammed his shoulder into the elevator wall in an attempt to put the bone back in its socket.
Caine sighed heavily as he reached out, grabbed Chris by the shoulder with one hand while he placed the other against his back. With a slight push, he had the bone shoved back in place with a sickening pop that had Chris grunting in pain.
“Thanks a lot, you f**king-oh, shit!” Chris snapped as he slammed back against the elevator wall, reached out, grabbed Caine by the arm and yanked the large Pyte in front of him.
Caine opened his mouth, then shut it as his eyes went wide and he noticeably swallowed, making Christofer frown as he muttered, “Oh, shit.”
It wasn’t until Ephraim muttered an, “Oh, f**king hell,” and stepped back to block Chris from view that he realized something rather important.
Cloe’s hand wasn’t trembling because she was upset.
She was trembling because she had slipped into bloodlust….
While they were stuck in an elevator………
Yeah, this wasn’t going to end well, he thought dryly as he dropped her hand and rubbed his hands roughly down his face.
A small, vicious growl to his right had him reaching out and grabbing Cloe as she moved to attack the two men guarding Chris. There was no doubt in his mind that she was after Chris. The normally overly sweet scent that the Sentinel gave off was saturating the air of the enclosed space. He’d found the aroma a little distracting, but nothing that he couldn’t ignore.
Cloe on the other hand…….
Had been turned only a week ago, hadn’t learned self-control, was apparently seriously pissed and had slipped into what the other men had dubbed, “bloodlust.” The scent of Chris’ blood would be too much for her to ignore, especially right now.
“Mein Schatz,” he said, turning around as he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her into the corner away from the trio behind him.
One look at her beautiful red eyes and he knew that there was no point in trying to talk any sense into her. Cloe wasn’t in charge right now, which meant that there was nothing that he could say or do that would convince her that tearing Chris’ throat open was a bad idea. Not that he really gave a f**k if the little bastard got his throat ripped open, especially since no one had given a damn that they’d risked her throat being ripped open when they’d locked her up with him.
He should let her do it, but he knew that she would hate herself later when she realized what she’d done. As tough as Cloe came off, he really didn’t think that she was the type of person that could shrug off killing someone even if it had been out of her control. The other reason that he was stopping her from crossing that line was currently pulling his weapon free from its holster and cocking the weapon.
There was no question that she’d survive a gunshot wound, but the idea of her getting hurt was enough to make his stomach drop. He wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt her, but if she got past him he might not have a choice. Ephraim would protect his son, Cloe would be hurt and that was all it would take to make him lose control of the monster inside him, something that he hadn’t worried about since his days in the lab.
Not until she came into his life.
She drove him out of his f**king mind and made it difficult to think straight. Sometimes he didn’t know whether he wanted to throttle her or kiss her. Definitely kiss her, he thought dazedly as he stared down at that beautiful mouth that had felt so good on his-
“Shit!” he snapped as that beautiful mouth struck, obviously deciding that if she couldn’t have the Sentinel’s blood, that his would do.
She latched onto his neck with a vicious bite, tearing into his throat and greedily swallowing his blood as it filled her mouth. He bit back a grunt of pain as she dug her fangs deeper into his throat.
“Get her off him!” Ephraim snapped, grabbing hold of his arm.
“No!” Christofer snarled, shaking off his hold, careful not to dislodge her bite. “It’s the only way to snap her out of it,” he added, gritting his teeth as he was forced to slap his hands against the wall above her and brace himself to endure her attack.
“If you don’t stop her, you’ll slip into bloodlust next,” Ephraim warned.
He shifted his gaze from the elevator wall to the lit screen above the double doors, watching the countdown as the elevator made its slow descent to the ground floor. His hands balled into fists as he slowly exhaled, ignoring the black spots dancing along his sight and stood there, giving his woman what she needed. When he felt her mouth gentle against his neck and her arms wrap around his shoulders as she pressed up against him, he closed his eyes and released a heavy sigh, relieved that her loss of control was short lived.
“C-Christofer?” she murmured, her voice shaky as she pressed her forehead against his chest, her hands fisted in his shirt. “What just happened?’