He growled low and deep as he firmed beneath her hand. She hoped he wasn’t too far gone that he would bite her. That would be the start of a whole other problem. She knew from his description that he was already in bloodlust brought on by anger so she had to tread carefully.
Trevor was slowly lowered to the ground. Ephraim’s grip remained firm as ever. Madison kept gently tugging him forward and his h*ps moved in response as if they had a mind of their own, but he did not ease his hold or his anger. She could feel it in his neck. His muscles were fixed for battle.
Her mouth found his, effectively blocking his view of Trevor’s face. She ran her tongue over his fangs, carefully. All she needed at this point was a drop of her blood hitting the air. Then they’d all be in deep shit. She covered his mouth, running her tongue over his, teasing it to come out and play.
Slowly he melted under her coaxing. He returned her kiss slowly at first until she was gasping for air. He began thrusting in her hand at an even pace. Her intentions may have back fired just a little when his grip tightened on Trevor’s neck.
She pulled his free hand to her breast. His body was on automatic. He started kneading and cupping her. She felt Trevor’s breath hit the back of her neck. Keeping him breathing was becoming a full time job.
Ephraim watched Trevor’s face. He wanted to tear him apart and rip his throat out. He couldn’t focus on anything else. His hand squeezed Trevor’s throat. He liked the feeling. Liked the way Trevor looked. He was scared. Ephraim could smell it.
He was barely aware of what Madison was doing or how he was responding. His eyes remained open while he kissed her. Trevor’s fear was sending endorphins throughout his body. Blood lust surged through him.
Trevor’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Tears ran down his face. His lower lip and chin quivered. Ephraim squeezed a little harder. Trevor made a sobbing pained sound. Trevor’s body began releasing adrenaline at an unprecedented rate.
The smell was overpowering. He was going to tear Trevor’s throat out. He wanted that blood, now. He tried stepping forward only to have something stop him. He tried again. His brain didn’t comprehend the soft barrier standing between him and his prey.
He tried a different approach. His hand tightened around Trevor’s neck and tried to drag him to his waiting fangs. The soft barrier stopped him again. He dropped Trevor back against the wall in frustration. A loud menacing growl escaped his lips. Trevor whimpered loudly.
He was about to throw Trevor to the ground and pounce on him to escape the soft barrier when the smell of female arousal teased his nostrils. The growl halted in his throat. It was close, so very close. It was strong and familiar. Something was registering in his brain. It was the smell of a woman, his woman.
Possessiveness soared through him. His woman was close by and she was aroused. He was also aware of the scent of another male. He knew that scent to be of his prey, but the scent of sex lingered in the air confusing him.
Ephraim’s mouth stopped moving against hers. He bared his fangs, growling loudly. It was the single most terrifying sound she ever heard. That and the combination of him sliding between her fist turned her on more than she’d been in her life. She needed him, now.
With her free hand she shoved violently at the hand that was holding onto Trevor. His grip faltered enough for Trevor to shoot out to his left towards the door. He stumbled, but didn’t stop.
Another menacing growl escaped and his hand dropped from Madison’s clothed breast and shot out towards Trevor. He missed.
“Run!” Madison yelled.
Trevor scrambled out of the room, leaving behind his shoes. She heard the hallway door slam shut and the sound of an engine turning over. Ephraim tried to pull away to go after him, but he was too confused by bloodlust and competing scents.
The soft barrier was stopping him again. He could still get his prey. Could still catch him. A car wouldn’t stop him, he knew that. The barrier grabbed him and held on. His hands pushed at the barrier, but it wouldn’t move. He was starting to become annoyed with the barrier. He shoved forward, hoping to push the barrier out of his way. Something stopped him. Something was behind the soft barrier cushioning it between it and him.
Shit! He was going to kill her! Maybe she should have grabbed his gun. It was still on his belt. But she couldn’t stop. She wanted him. She was pressed tightly against the wall and him.
She shoved her pants down by wiggling her h*ps until they were down and she stepped out of them. She released his member and wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.
They were hard and vacant yet determined. Did he even know she was there? His eyes were focused on her but unseeing. This had to work. This had to. She didn’t have any other ideas at the moment and she wasn’t trying to think of any. She wanted him so badly that she ached from it.
She used the wall at her back and his height and strength to pick her legs up while holding him tightly. He didn’t seem concerned, but his growl was lower. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. There was no way she would be able to perform that acrobatic move again anytime soon.
Her arms tightened around his neck as she raised herself up. His very erect member brushed against her slit. She sucked in a deep breath. His growl changed, deepened. Slowly, ever so slowly she lowered herself onto him.
She was tight, she knew that. She could feel her body trying to take him in. Her head dropped back as she licked her lips. He felt so incredible. Using her legs she pulled him in all the way at last. There was only one problem with her plan.
There was no possible way to move. She was literally impaled on him and stuck between him and the wall. There was only enough room now to breathe. Somehow he managed to move closer when she wasn’t paying attention. She tried to wiggle, but her h*ps were stuck.
She kissed his chin and mouth. He was still distant. “Ephraim baby, you have to move now.” He didn’t move.
“Shit.” She grabbed his hands and moved them to her bottom, but it was like dragging a fireman’s hose, large, too damn heavy and uncooperative. His hands latched onto to her upon sensation, but other than that he didn’t move.
Madison kissed him frantically, running her tongue wildly over his lips and tongue trying to get him to respond. She yanked his hair, he growled viciously, but he responded. Interesting, he responded to pain. She reached back with great effort and pinched his backside through his pants. He growled again and thrust forward, making her moan. She hoped she didn’t have to pinch him for each thrust.