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ELLA

E lla walked through the house, knowing Mack would follow. He did what he wanted and never listened to her.

He never had.

Even as a young vampire, he’d always been bossy.

She’d liked that about him all her life—until now. Now she felt like the ground was spinning underneath her and nothing was normal.

Yes, she’d seen signs around Seattle protesting vampires and had watched the debates on social media. Some of the things people said were horrible. But being sprayed like some priest-blessed water was going to turn them to dust was just horrible.

Those guns had been pointed right at them.

Mack was right. The world was a dangerous place.

Dangerous for all of them.

But being in Maine wasn’t going to change anything. She could step outside her door, go to a grocery store, a movie, anywhere, and that could happen again. Next time, she wouldn’t be with Moretti warriors.

And he wouldn’t let her stay at the castle. If he truly cared, he would.

Ripping open the fridge, she pulled out some eggs and bacon, milk and—

“Ella, stop.” Mack took the items, put them on the counter, and pulled her into his arms.

All her emotions suddenly escaped as his huge, strong body enveloped her. “God, I was so scared.” She cried.

“I wasn’t going to let them hurt you.” He rasped and lifted her chin. “Never Ella. You—”

She waited.

As she’d waited forever.

But he didn’t finish the sentence.

When her eyes dipped and heart sank once again, Ella began to pull away.

“El, fuck.”

Mack slammed his mouth down on hers and the world burst into a million stars around her. Picking her up, Ella wrapped her legs around him and felt his hard cock once more.

The way he held her tonight was different. Like was never letting her go.

Like he’d finally opened his eyes.

“Where’s the bedroom?” Mack growled, plucking his mouth from hers. “Now, Ella.”

Holy fuck.

“Down the hall.” She breathed the words. “Or the sofa.”

“Fuck.” Mack stopped halfway down the hall, pressing her into the plaster and gripped her face. “Fuck, you taste so goddamn incredible.”

Ella couldn’t see where they were going, but a moment later, her back hit the covers and Mack’s enormous shoulders towered over her.

“I’m not stopping.” His deep eyes bored down into hers. “So, if you aren’t into this, say so now.”

Not into it?

Was he crazy?

Still, Ella needed to understand. Was he going to run again?

Yes.

Past history dictated future behavior.

Mack wanted to fuck her, and that was all. If this was all she’d ever have of him, then in the next three seconds, she had to decide.

The answer was clear.

Yes.

“I kissed you back, didn’t I?” Ella reached for his neck, and he lowered, kissing her again like she was the female of his dreams.

As he cupped her breast, she arched into him, moaning, and told herself to ignore her emotions and just enjoy the experience.

To have Mack Mazzini just once.

Then she would place him firmly back in the friendship box and let him go.

“Let me be really clear here, baby. I’m not talking about kissing.”

His mouth slid down her neck.

God, she was burning for him. “I know.”

“I’m going to lick every inch of your body. Spread your thighs and suck your pussy until you scream.”

Jesus.

If her panties weren’t soaked before, they were now.

“Okay.” She lifted her hips, eagerly seeking his cock.

“Then I’m going to fuck you so hard my name will be imprinted inside your sweet cunt and no male will ever go near it.”

Blink.

Holy hell.

Mack lifted his head, his eyes burning with desire and lust. She barely recognized them. Like some animal was in control and there was no stopping him. He moved down her body, his teeth taking her zipper, and held her gaze as he pulled it down.

Jesus, Mother of Mercy.

Then, using vamp speed, the black denim was tossed across the room, and so were her panties.

“Fuck me.” Mack panted, licking his lips as he gazed down upon her sex.

Ella scrambled to get her jacket off and enjoyed watching Mack almost drool when she slid her silk top off and showed him she had nothing underneath.

“Fuck, Ella.”

“Your turn.”

She wasn’t missing this for anything in the world. Seeing Mack Mazzini naked had been a life goal.

Without missing a beat, he reached over his head and pulled off his T-shirt. Then almost simultaneously climbed off the bed, removed his shoes and jeans, and put a pile of weapons on her dressing table.

Oh.

That was...hot.

Not as hot as the thick, swollen erection that he gripped and stroked. Oh, my God. She knew he’d be big. After all he was an enormous male. But knowing he’d be inside her in just a short time had her clenching her core.

This was really happening.

“I’ve waited a long time to do this,” Mack said, almost to himself, as he took her knees and spread them apart.

Ella trembled, feeling vulnerable and aroused.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Ella.” Mack held her gaze as he ran his hand up her thighs.

Who was this man?

The boy she’d loved all her life?

The teen who fixed her bike?

The male who’d told her his work was more important?

Or the man adoring her, licking his lips like she was a juicy steak?

Mack’s fangs had dropped and eyes heavily dilated as he lowered and took his first lick of her delicate flesh.

“Oh fuck.” Ella grabbed the headboard behind her and arched into his face.

Mack gripped her thighs, holding her firm as he devoured her. Dining on her like a starving man while she writhed beneath him.

Shame blended with utter bliss as her orgasm blasted through her. She’d lasted ten seconds.

“One,” Mack said, lapping her juices. “That’s the first one.”

Ella met his eyes, his mouth glistening because of her, and let out a moan.

“Give me everything, baby. Let go and give me all your orgasms.”

When his fingers entered her, she screamed and dropped her head back, giving in to any resistance. But not her heart.

She told it to stay out of this.

Ella knew Mack Mazzini well enough to know he’d walk away from her again. When he’d taken what he wanted and given her what she’d always craved.

That would have to be enough.