response. Her tongued tangled with his and she pressed her body closer. His dick pulsed to life against her flat stomach.
She tasted so damn good. The mint of whatever drink she’d had and the sweet carnal taste of her nymph rolling to the surface. He could sense that part of her now. Feel it calling out to his newly enhanced blood. If only he’d been able to become a Mystic sooner.
A hand landed on his ass jolting him into awareness. Lisa’s hands were curled into the front of his shirt. There was no way her hand was on his ass. He was reluctant to break their connection. His need to feast on her becoming a living, breathing creature demanding satisfaction. But something wasn’t right. Turning his head, there was a slim, willowy woman crowding into their space. She grinned and flashed sharp pointed teeth.
“No,” he growled and peeled Lisa’s hands from his chest. Threading their fingers together, he pulled her toward the retreat side and away from the interloper. She came along without protest; hopefully, still too dazed to realize what was going on. It was a minor victory he would relish later.
“Where are we going?” She asked breathlessly as they weaved between people.
“Your room.”
“My room?” She chirped.
“Yes, unless you want to stay here and have everyone watch as I fuck you senseless and claim you as mine.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She blinked a couple of times and he knew his words were sinking in. “Oh! Um,” she looked around frantically, “no. We’ll go upstairs.”
Jack powered his way through the club and back to the retreat side. They paused at the bank of elevators waiting for the car to arrive.
Her quiet voice broke the silence around them. “How did you even get in? Humans are banned unless by special invitation.”
He had no intention of talking about what transpired earlier in his office in a public setting. He may be in the world of the Mystics, but he figured even his experience was outside their norm. The elevator finally arrived and opened, he steered her in, finger hovering over the panel.
“Eight,” she said dazed.
They rode up, hands linked together. It was heaven to finally touch her like he’d always wanted. To feel her soft, delicate hand in his. It was such a simple sign of affection and he fucking loved it.
The elevator arrived on her floor without any stops. They stepped out and he allowed her to lead the way. She had the last room on the right. The door tucked away in the corner. Pressing her hand to a panel next to it, the door opened.
The designer in him was floored by the technology he’d seen so far. The overprotective man in him was pleased to know no one could get in without scanning his or her palm. An added sense of security he would need to check into later. He’d also need to get his print added to her room code in case they ever decided to leave the room again. He didn’t plan on it, but he wasn’t adverse if it meant moving from their room to a playroom.
All of that could wait until later. Top priority in his feverish brain was pinning her against the nearest flat surface and staking his claim.
Lisa whirled on him as soon as the door shut. He reached out, tugging her toward him, wrapping his arms around her. Her soft little curves pressed into him. Before she could blast him for manhandling her, he bent his head and fed on her kissable lips. She mewled in response when his tongue swept inside, wrapping around hers.
Her adept fingers threaded into his hair, gripping it, tugging him close. He sure as hell wasn’t going to resist. He could tell she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He’d have to be a complete idiot not to take what she was offering.
He lifted her off the floor, blindly making it to the bed. He spun and sat, arranging her until she straddled him. The soft center of her body landed on his jean-clad dick. It jerked in his pants, causing a bite of pain to shoot into his balls. In an odd twist, it brought
She tasted so damn good. The mint of whatever drink she’d had and the sweet carnal taste of her nymph rolling to the surface. He could sense that part of her now. Feel it calling out to his newly enhanced blood. If only he’d been able to become a Mystic sooner.
A hand landed on his ass jolting him into awareness. Lisa’s hands were curled into the front of his shirt. There was no way her hand was on his ass. He was reluctant to break their connection. His need to feast on her becoming a living, breathing creature demanding satisfaction. But something wasn’t right. Turning his head, there was a slim, willowy woman crowding into their space. She grinned and flashed sharp pointed teeth.
“No,” he growled and peeled Lisa’s hands from his chest. Threading their fingers together, he pulled her toward the retreat side and away from the interloper. She came along without protest; hopefully, still too dazed to realize what was going on. It was a minor victory he would relish later.
“Where are we going?” She asked breathlessly as they weaved between people.
“Your room.”
“My room?” She chirped.
“Yes, unless you want to stay here and have everyone watch as I fuck you senseless and claim you as mine.”
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. She blinked a couple of times and he knew his words were sinking in. “Oh! Um,” she looked around frantically, “no. We’ll go upstairs.”
Jack powered his way through the club and back to the retreat side. They paused at the bank of elevators waiting for the car to arrive.
Her quiet voice broke the silence around them. “How did you even get in? Humans are banned unless by special invitation.”
He had no intention of talking about what transpired earlier in his office in a public setting. He may be in the world of the Mystics, but he figured even his experience was outside their norm. The elevator finally arrived and opened, he steered her in, finger hovering over the panel.
“Eight,” she said dazed.
They rode up, hands linked together. It was heaven to finally touch her like he’d always wanted. To feel her soft, delicate hand in his. It was such a simple sign of affection and he fucking loved it.
The elevator arrived on her floor without any stops. They stepped out and he allowed her to lead the way. She had the last room on the right. The door tucked away in the corner. Pressing her hand to a panel next to it, the door opened.
The designer in him was floored by the technology he’d seen so far. The overprotective man in him was pleased to know no one could get in without scanning his or her palm. An added sense of security he would need to check into later. He’d also need to get his print added to her room code in case they ever decided to leave the room again. He didn’t plan on it, but he wasn’t adverse if it meant moving from their room to a playroom.
All of that could wait until later. Top priority in his feverish brain was pinning her against the nearest flat surface and staking his claim.
Lisa whirled on him as soon as the door shut. He reached out, tugging her toward him, wrapping his arms around her. Her soft little curves pressed into him. Before she could blast him for manhandling her, he bent his head and fed on her kissable lips. She mewled in response when his tongue swept inside, wrapping around hers.
Her adept fingers threaded into his hair, gripping it, tugging him close. He sure as hell wasn’t going to resist. He could tell she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He’d have to be a complete idiot not to take what she was offering.
He lifted her off the floor, blindly making it to the bed. He spun and sat, arranging her until she straddled him. The soft center of her body landed on his jean-clad dick. It jerked in his pants, causing a bite of pain to shoot into his balls. In an odd twist, it brought
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