Page 76 of Of Mercury and Mist

Ashley moved to slid onto the seat, but I tightened my grip, imprisoning her. “I have the right to protect myself from unwanted touch,” she snarled. “He had no business pawing at me like that.”

“It doesn’t work exactly how you’d think. Yes, you have that right, but he also has rights.”

“Whatever, that’s some bullshit. I’m going to start carrying a knife.”

We pulled up to the hotel and Mason hopped out to open the door. “I have several, I’ll give you one.”

She looked up at me incredulously, stumbling from the vehicle and joining me at the curb. “You’d do that for me?”

Why would she doubt me? “There’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do for you.”

She blinked and gazed at the sidewalk before we headed inside.

The second we crossed the threshold; I was on top of her. The putrid stench of another man permeated the very air around her, marring her scent and interfering with my enjoyment of her glittery aura. It couldn’t stand.

Grabbing Ashley’s shoulders, I twisted her around and tugged the zipper of her dress. The mechanism caught, defying my attempts so I fisted the material, tearing it down. She gasped, her hands flying to catch her dress, but I pulled it from her grasp and let it fall to the floor.

When I turned her back to me, I sank my canines into her breast, relief flowing through me. He hadn’t fed from her. He hadn’t poisoned her with his essence, or his blood, and Ashley’s familiar taste soaked my tongue as I supped.

“Isaac,” she whimpered, “wait. I’m not ready.”

Growling over the lies flying off her pretty tongue, I sank my teeth deeper into the mound on her chest and yanked the waistband of her panties down before plunging two fingers into her depths.

So much dishonesty from the beautiful creature; she was already soaked and only getting wetter. “Liar,” I hissed into her ear before stripping my coat off.

Ashley stood before me, blood tricking down her chest stained with the shape of my mouth and dual, perfect puncture marks. I was going to leave the evidence this time, a glaring symbol of her status as claimed.

Stepping forward, I seized her neck with one hand before I rammed my fingers into her pussy over and over again. She cried out and then bit her lip, her hands scrambling for leverage as I walked her backward, prodding her with my knee.

“Stop Isaac,” she begged, placing her hands on my waist and trying to keep distance between us.

“You can fight me all you want, pet. I own you.” My thumb reached for her clit, rubbing the little nub over and over. Her legs began shaking but still she took another step, banging into the massive, circular table in the center of the foyer.

She twisted around, her neck bending under my hold and my fingers slid from her core. She was trying to get away from me, despite her body still attempting to angle toward mine.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and tightened my hold on her. “You better hold on to that table. I’m going to fuck the scent of that demon from you until you can’t stand on your own two feet. You’re mine, Ashley. No one else is allowed to touch you.”

Little did she know she owned me, too.

Whatever she saw in my eyes had her shrinking, cowering. I slid my hand up to her chin and covered her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue inside. Her trepidation, her desire, and the remnants of something sweet met my taste buds as I plundered her. The sensation calmed me, soothing the beast inside that wanted to tear into her and consume her until there was nothing left leaving nothing but her soul sharing space with my own.

Finally, she acquiesced, and her hand traveled upward, grasping my hair as she began to meet me thrust for thrust with a short moan. I grazed her lip with my sharp teeth and licked the beads of blood before I spun her.

Her hands flattened against the table, and I palmed her lower back, lifting her ass. “Hang on,” I warned her, letting my lips trail against the shell of her ear.

She shivered as I lined my cock up with her dripping hole and pushed the head in an inch. Her heat surrounded me, and a tingle trickled up my spine over the ecstasy of being joined with her, even if just a little bit. Reaching up, I placed one hand on her waist and the other curled her hair in my fist.

When I thrust myself into her depths, she cried out, a long low groan. I saw stars, her silken heat surrounding my organ as I pummeled her against the marble ledge, over and over.

I could feel her spirit attempting to shrink, doing its damnedest to separate from my own, and I yanked her head back, shoving my hips forward until I could go no further. “You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you. Get fucking used to it. I fucking own you.”

Pulling back, I slammed into her again and again while she braced herself against the assault. She cried out repeatedly, yet her pussy clenched my cock like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Her juices dripped down her leg while she twisted and angled, her body seeking relief for the pressure I knew she was feeling.

Releasing her hair, I snaked an arm around her and pinched her clit. She cried out, wiggling her ass against me before I started stroking the dripping wetness between her legs, playing with her and flicking her nub as I slowly moved back and forth.

Her pussy fluttered around my cock pulsating as it sought relief. Her pants grew deeper, her moans, louder. “Isaac, please,” she whimpered.

I straightened, taking her with me and sank my teeth into the crook of her neck as I pushed my thumb against her clit, grinding down with the pad of my finger.

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