Page 106 of Your Coffin or Mine
Her eyes widen and fill with tears. “You meant all of that?” She blinks rapidly, her posture slumping, her disbelief apparent.
I allow earnestness to fill my expression. “Of course I did. Why else would I say it? I want every part of you that you will allow me.”
I sense rather than see her eyes flutter shut when my lips press to the soft flower-scented skin of her neck. The need to touch her is one I cannot resist. I trail my fingers down the sides of her revealing gown, sweeping past the slit that rides up her hip, dipping inward toward her center.
“I want every shudder, every whimper, every cry, every muffled moan uttered from your perfect little body to be mine.” I slice the lace of her panties with a carefully extended claw and softly touch her mound.
“Oh my god,” she squeaks as her body goes into overdrive, wetness flooding her wanting and needy little cunt.
She looks around as if worrying someone may come by and see.
I would, of course, be tempted to kill whoever dared to look upon what is mine, not to mention Doyle should have everything in hand for at least another hour. I gaze down at her, waiting to see her flinch at the red color of my eyes, readying myself for her to recoil in fear, shout for help, tell me she wants nothing to do with me, to renounce me.
But she does none of those things; she just watches me as if waiting to see what I will do next.
“Do you think, given time, you could possibly find it in your heart to try to love an old bat like me?”
She smiles and nods, and I let out a sigh of relief. Pulling her more firmly against me and pressing her over my stiff cock, I adore the sweet warmth her body creates. Her curved lips meet my own as she loops her arms behind my neck.
I take in a rough breath and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Her smell is too much, and it feels like it’s been a lifetime since I was inside this woman. “Entirely bewitched.”
I rub my hands down her back and grab the swells of her ass, ready to lift her and fuck her against the wall.
She says nothing, but her body tells me everything I need to know. Unfortunately for her, her silence isn’t good enough tonight.
“You’re going to have to use your words this time, love. I’m feeling rather possessive, but I have yet to hear the word yes.”
“Yes, Vlad, we can see where this goes.”
I kiss her and cup her cheek.
A slow clap starts down the stairwell, and I peek over the grand staircase. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Listening, mostly,” Doyle says, shrugging, his dark hair slicked back and his beard neatly trimmed.“Pleasant evening we are having, isn’t it, Aubrey?”
I steady her with my gaze when she stumbles from attempting to grab her cloak lying on the floor. “Hello, Doyle,” she grits out as she covers herself.
Doyle strides through the hallway, his lips pressed in a tight line and his gaze alert. Something’s wrong.
“Right. I suppose it’s now my role to play the bearer of bad news.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “What news?”
His gaze darts to Aubrey before landing on me with accusation, clearly against the decision he knows I have made. Tying oneself to a human hasn’t always been the best scenario for creatures such as us, and I can’t blame him, but I know without a doubt she is my mate. Her scent soothes me, and I have greater control when she is near.
He opens his mouth, but it slams shut just as quickly. “As much as I hate to once again interrupt, Vlad, you’re needed.” His eyes are slits, and agitation is apparent in every line of his body.
“What is it?”
“If what I just heard you tell her is correct, then we need to call her a cab and get her on the first flight out of here.”
I shake my head as I push her behind me. “She stays. Tell me what is going on this instant.”
Doyle’s lips flatten. “Jekyll is here, Vlad.”
Rage pours over me swiftly.Why is he here?The need to protect Aubrey comes to the forefront and my entire body bristles, causing red to flood my senses.
If it’s Jekyll, then all hell could break loose. I turn to her.
