Creature of Habit (Book 3) by Angel Lawson

nothing less than a goddess, a heart thumping, blood pumping, breath-taking goddess.
    I sucked in the familiar smell of the room, faint traces of the past, books and fabric, mingling now with my favorite scent: Amelia. She smelled like soap and lemon, warmth and blood. I darted my tongue in the air and tasted my own lingering trace on her, some residing deeper than others, and I felt a compulsion to be with her urgently and completely. Time rushed past us, slipping away quickly, and I needed her before… before they tried to separate us. Before day broke and the Shifters arrived.
    I wanted my own stink on her before we separated. I needed to make her mine once more.
    I closed the door with a click, causing her to tilt her head my way, glancing over her shoulder. I moved across the room, at my own speed, running my fingers under her hair, twisting it into a bunch and inhaled her, deep and delicious.
    "Grant!" she gasped, surprised.  Her heart hammered in excitement. I continued to use my speed to my advantage, whirling her desk chair around with my foot, never letting my hands leave her face. I planted my lips on hers, pushing my own air into her mouth. I wanted to sustain her, as she sustained me.
    Animals marked their territory in a variety of ways. Dogs and cats sprayed urine, bears flaunted their size by scarring trees with their claws, while deer and antelope rubbed their fur on trees and leaves. Each had a way of leaving their scent and odor for other creatures to find. Vampires do the same. I wanted the animals to know she was mine. I wanted Caleb to understand who he was challenging when he dared to threaten her. I needed the Shifters to appreciate her value. Amelia's connection to me had to be undeniable and known immediately to anyone that crossed her path.
    Dropping to my knees, I pulled her down off the chair. "I need you," I muttered between kisses, groping her body. I was afraid for a moment she would run, overwhelmed by my aggression, but instead she came at me with vigor, pulling my shirt at the collar. The buttons strained and I reached for her wrists and yanked, pulling it apart. The plastic circles rained to the ground, disappearing into the carpet.
    Bare-chested, I removed her shirt over her head and impatiently tore off the straps of her bra, one string at a time. I nudged her to the floor, where she sprawled, her elbows cushioned by the soft cotton loops of the carpet.
    “God, you’re beautiful,” I said, tugging her pants past her knees. I kissed her knees and licked her inner thighs as she kicked them off her feet. Her pale skin glowed in the dim light and I ran my hands over every, single, inch of her. Then I lifted her hips, opening her body to mine.
    Mine.
    My body shook and she made a feral sound like an animal. A small cat perhaps, purring under my touch, mewling as I teased. My inner beast reared, hard and strained, wanting to be in her, on her, all over her.
    "Mine,” I choked, the words splitting the air in two, deep and guttural. Amelia responded with her teeth and nails, clamping the former on my chest, moaning as she attempted to bury them hard and sharp into my flesh. Her nails scraped down my back, digging at my indestructible skin.
    Splayed on the floor below me, Amelia tilted her hips in the air, bending her knees and spreading her thighs wide across the plush carpet. Her breaths were quick and fragrant, coating the air with a heady perfume that made me dizzy. I fought against the familiar desire as she reached for my buckle, tugging frantically at the leather with shaking hands. Taking her hands in mine, I licked her palms, covering her with my scent before thumbing my button and removing the final barrier between us.
    "Now," she demanded, running her hands over my thighs, dipping them under my erection. Her fingers lingered on the sensitive skin.
    My cock had a mind of its own, looking for its territory, its home and Amelia reached for it—guiding me with confidence. With one