The Sentinel Keeper (Forest Series) Read Free

back. Her tight white vest had pulled up, exposing a strip of flat stomach edged with a band of muscle.
    He dragged his gaze higher and his breath caught in his throat. Her tiny nipples were hard as pebbles; tiny and tight as they peaked through the wet vest like small pearls on top of the pert breasts below. He wanted to taste them.
     
    Melchior reined his thoughts in and slowed his breath, dialing the animal lust racing inside him down a notch.
    He grimaced. Control. That’s what he knew. One breath at a time. Just get the camera and get rid of her. His breath was slowing now and his body calming under the force of his will.  Yes, he had it all under control now. His eyes snapped open. Then he looked down at her face and saw, to his horror, that his hand was buried deep in her tousled hair.
     
    Before he had a second to think, even to jerk his hand back, he felt a searing pain in his calf. He just had time to look down and see a knife buried deep in his leg before his legs were swept out from under him.

CHAPTER 3
     
    Beth pushed herself off the ground in a classic Beth Price move her sensei had always described as ‘freakily fast’ and was on her feet in a heartbeat. She had just knocked the man off his feet and buried her blade in his leg. Time to run for her life.
     
    She turned and hoofed it. She got just three steps.
     
    In front of her stood the black-haired giant, his face cold with rage. He was panting, his chest rising and falling almost as fast as hers, taught muscles moving underneath his golden skin. He looked like a black vengeful angel. He was the most beautiful, terrifying man Beth had ever seen.
     
    And her blade was sticking out of his calf like a skewer.
     
    Beth backed away. Not. Possible.
    He had been on the floor behind her.
     
    Beth could feel the trembling start, the crippling fear that threatened to overwhelm her, as the thought that flooded her head was a single clear one. Not human. She knew it in an instant.
     
    But in the back of her mind she also heard her training kick in. Never show fear. There was no way she was going to be able to fight this man. But she had other weapons at her disposal. She looked up at him and rearranged her mouth into an easy grin.
     
    “Are you going to let me pass or am I going to have to give you the password?”
    At her joking tone she could see the warrior do a double take, thrown by her sudden change of tactic.
    Bingo.
     
    “Aaah,” she let out a low throaty laugh. “The password. Let me see now… it’s Jerry Bruckheimer”
    His face was blank.
    “Oh no that was last year’s one. Canned because you couldn’t spell it.”
     
    Beth was talking fast, but she was also slowly backing away from him at the same time. He was watching her and if Beth wasn’t so damn nervous she would have bet his lips twitched slightly before the eyes narrowed again, blank once more.
     
    “I remember now… it’s…”
    She was stalling, backing further away.
    She tensed, ready to run.
    “Ah yes… it was something really simple. Short words….
    It’s.. ‘EAT MY DUST’”
    As she shot out the words she spun and ran for her life. Her thighs burned as she leapt over roots and pushed herself forward down the path.
     
    Never going to make it.
     
    The thought rushed through her even as she sprinted round a corner.
    Then she felt the hand grab her shoulder as he spun her around and slammed her body back against a tree. His huge body was pressed tight against hers as he held her motionless. She could scarcely breathe, never mind move an inch. His eyes seemed to pause for a second on her lips before he dragged them lower and they moved slowly down her body. He took his time as he surveyed her in a cold, clinical manner.
     
    Beth became painfully aware of her lack of clothing.  She was standing in the rank cold in little more than her tight track pants and a white vest, her was hoodie tied around her waist thankfully concealing her phone. When he lifted his head