“I don’t want to go back to my house tonight,” Ashton said as he looked up at the sky.

“Come back to my place,” Isabella breathed, lying on his chest. She ran her fingers over his curly, blond chest hair and twirled around his nipples. She was cute. He was coming to realize exactly how cute she was. Not just the smoking hot, off-limits troublemaker, but cute, and kind of sweet.

“Don’t you live with your dad?” he asked. “I don’t want to see any High Lord of the Cascade coven tonight. I’d rather go home and face my brother and his wife.”

“You live with your brother?” she said, giggling.

“The place was mine before he butted in. And you live with your father, so…don’t judge.”

“Technically, I live with my father, but I do have my own place. It’s just a studio, but it’s nice. There’s a bed and a shower.”

“Ah, Isabella, you are convincing me more every second. I would love to take a shower and sleep in your bed,” he said, grinning. He wanted to play with those curves some more. He’d told himself he’d stay far away from the halfling vampire, but ten shots of tequila and a fuck on the beach had changed his mind. He liked her. Screw everything else.

“Let’s go.”

They stood and pulled their clothes back on before trudging up the beach to where their motorcycles were parked. She gave him a grin when he went to straddle his Harley.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she said, just as the wolf pack filed out the bar doors.

“Hey, Ashton. You said to stay away from her!” they shouted as he revved his motor. He pointed at his ears and mouthed, “I can’t hear you.” He laughed as he followed Isabella out of the parking lot.

She pulled onto the highway, and they drove a few miles south to a upscale condominium where she parked her motorcycle in a covered parking lot. He pulled up beside her and cut his motor.

“This is a nice place,” he said inspecting the well-manicured grounds.

“Come on,” she said, hurrying to the stairwell. They climbed to the fifth floor where she opened the door to a spacious studio apartment overlooking the sea. Big windows were covered with gauzy curtains that fluttered around the open window.

She didn’t turn on a light, but she lit a candle that illuminated the apartment with a warm glow. She carried the candle into the big, tiled bathroom and started a shower.

He followed her, ready for whatever she had in mind. She turned on the faucet in the giant shower and started peeling off her sandy clothing. He grinned and followed suit, kicking off his boots. She pulled her clothes all the way off, and he got the first good look at her gorgeous, curvy little body.

She was short, even for a woman, and packed with curves for miles. Her tits were so fabulously beautiful, he was stiff again in an instant. He got a look at that big, round ass of hers as she stepped into the shower. It was so delectable he wanted to take a bite out of it, and he just might do exactly that.

He followed her in with a growl and shut the door behind him. The warm water rained down on them both, and she began to rub him with sweet-smelling soap. She ran it all over his body as water trickled over his hair and shoulders.

Her hands went to his cock, washing him thoroughly and completely. He picked up a bar of soap and began to wash her as well, focusing on her amazing tits. He grazed his soapy hands over the smooth flesh, taking time to grip and squeeze them as he washed her.

With soapsuds all over her breasts, she sank to her knees and took his cock deep into her mouth. He groaned and threw his head back. He wasn’t expecting that. She began to bob her head wildly up and down on his shaft. It felt so good he almost forgot he had a vampire’s teeth around his manhood.

He gripped her hair and looked down at her. “No biting,” he said as he held her head and pumped into her mouth. She took his big cock like a champ, slurping and sucking on him until he wanted to come.

She pulled back and came to her feet, taking his cock in one hand and his wrist in the other. As she pumped his cock with her fist, she brought his wrist to her mouth. Before he realized what she wanted, she sank her teeth into his flesh, sucking his vein as she’d sucked his dick.

Her hand pumped up and down on his shaft and he let her suck him. He let her take his life’s blood. His lion growled with pleasure and anxiety, goading him to fuck her hard against the shower wall.

He pulled his wrist away, and blood dripped from Isabella’s lips. She smiled, and he growled at her. He violently pushed her against the shower wall. She seemed to want exactly that as he kicked her legs apart. She was so short and tiny, he had to lift her up to get her on his dick.

He held her a foot off the ground, as he pushed himself inside her. He gripped her ass and moved her up and down on him. She was light as a feather, her curves accounting for nothing. He took her hard, pressed against the shower wall.

But he couldn’t keep her from sinking her teeth into him again. This time, he let her suck as he fucked her. He thrust with wild abandon, moving her up and down on his dick like a doll.

He felt her pussy squeeze around his cock as he began to come. He groaned, pumping his seed into her for the second time that night. Briefly he considered pregnancy, but the thought vanished in the throes of his release.

Slowly, he let her down and she let go of his neck. “You like to suck,” he said, standing over her with both his arms leaned against the shower wall.

She laughed, an innocent sounding laugh with a hint of the trickster behind it. “Yes. I like to suck. I could suck you all day, kitty cat. You taste like heaven and feel like silk in my mouth.”

“You better watch how much blood you take, I might take some blood, too, and then where would we be?” he asked her.

“We’d be mated,” she said flatly.

“Yep,” he agreed, moving to wipe the cum from his skin.

She rinsed herself off and hurried out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Ashton got out and found a second robe. He put it on. It was embarrassingly short, but it would have to do. He followed her into the main room, where she’d slid into a big, king-sized bed.

He threw off the robe and got in beside her. “And do you want to be mated to a shifter?” he teased as he put his arm around her.

She sat up and looked him in the eye, fear crossing her features for the first time since he’d met her. “No,” she said flatly.

“Fair enough,” he said as she laid back down. He put his arm around her. “The feeling is mutual,” he breathed into the back of her neck. She smelled so good. He wanted her again already. His lion growled inside. That fool disagreed about the mating part. Let him. Vampire/shifter love was a no-no in these parts. They were crossing a line already.

Isabella stiffened at his words, and he felt a little bad saying it. Did he really even mean it? If it were just him and just her? Maybe the story would be different. Still, they’d just met. She wasn’t the first client he’d screwed the day he’d met her, but she was the first vampire. Unfortunately, he was beginning to like her a lot more than he should.