Page 39 of The Vampire's Soul
“No. I have a job to do, Ella. I need to get back to work.”
“You...I’m sorry, you need to get back towork?After kissing me like that?” She blinked, looking wild and offended.
But alive.
He dropped her hands and stepped away. “Yes.”
Staring at him bewildered for a moment longer, Ella then glanced around the room and gathered herself while he cursed silently.
When she looked at him again, he tried to unpack all the emotion within her beautiful brown eyes.
“This was a mistake. All of it.” Ella stated, and as he ground his molars together, he forced himself to keep his response silent.
The one that said,the fuck it is. You are mine and no man or male will ever touch you the way I just have. Your burning, hot pussy is mine.
“I’ll drive you home,” he said instead.
“You will not.” Ella glanced around. “Where is—my handbag is at the bar. I need to—”
“You are not going back—”
Her hand flattened on his pec. Forcefully. Which surprised the hell out of him. He’d never witnessed this spitfire Ella version before.
It was damn sexy.
In one second, he could flip her onto her back on his bed and demand she fight him. God, imagine how hard he’d come.
Focus.
“Choose a lane, Mack Mazzini. Because clearly the one labeled ‘Protecting Ella’ is not the one you belong to anymore. Or ‘Kissing Ella.’ Or...‘Anything Ella,’” she snapped, and his lips fought not to twitch.
His cock did, though.
“I am leaving, and you are staying right here.”
Over my dead body.
With her head held high, Mack watched Ella spin on her heels and stride to the door.
Then leave.
Clearly, the alcohol had metabolized quickly through her system because she hadn’t wobbled once. And her ass...hot as fuck!
Are you coming for this training session or not?Ari telepathed him.
Fuck.
Mack couldn’t go after her if he’d wanted to. No one stood up a Moretti, not Ari Moretti.
Mack let out a curse.
Palming his cock over his pants, he instructed it to settle down. When his wolf let out a rebellious moan, Mack rolled his eyes.
“She’s gone buddy. That’s as close as we’ll ever get, so you may want to file those memories away for a rainy day.”
Or rather, a dry spell.
Mack teleported to the training center.
