PPOV

After showing the other guests to where they could get cleaned up and comfortable, I took Iz to our wing of the house. After handling her through the door, I closed it and set my forehead on the wood, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath to try and calm down a bit. I can honestly say the only time in my life I have been this pissed off was when I was accused of a bunch of bullshit almost a century ago.

I felt little hands rubbing up and down my back, digging into my stone muscles, driving the tensen from the coils. Her voice was sweet as honey from the comb, "You know that shit wasn't true, right? I might not remember it, but I doubt that I was into bestiality as a human."

I snorted a little, "only dead bodies right?"

She giggled a little as she scraped her nails from the back of my neck to the waistband of my jeans, "I couldn't help it, necrophilia is a genuine medical disorder. Bestiality is just gross. Besides, from what little I remember, I never actually did anything with any dead body than yours." Then her fingers left my skin. prompting me to turn and lean my back against the door, seeing her with a contemplative look on her face and her arms crossed. After a minute or so, she cocked her head to the side, "Is not still considered that if both bodies are dead?"

I snorted a little and shook my head as I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me. Smiling down at her, "I doubt that whoever thought that shit up ever thought about that shit. I really don't think he knew just how close he was to figuring some seriously fucked up shit."

She wrinkled her nose, "so do you think that necrophiliacs are really just humans fucking vampires and would rather have someone thinking they're into corpses than to let out the secret?"

Chuckling, I shook my head, "I don't rightly give a fuck. The fact that you seem too..."

She scoffed at me before swatting at my chest and twisted out of my grip. I smirked at her and growled a little, making her look over her shoulder at me, her eyes a little wide at the sound. She blinked once before squealing and turning and darting away when I pushed myself off the door.

With a lustful growl, I took off after her, but the little thing decided to be a bitch and dodge every attempt to get my hands on her.

She's a playful little thing tonight.

But apparently the little people in my head wanted to laid too because they told me exactly what to do to work around her little preservation shit and finally tackle her to the floor. Locking both her hands in one of mine and holding them above her head as I straddled her waist, I smirked at her, "I win. What's my prize?"

She giggled a little, but really did try and pout, "you cheated."

I shrugged a little as I dipped my head and nipped at her lip, "not my fault you bring out the naughty in me, Sugar."

Sealing my lips completely to hers, I repositioned myself to be settled between her thighs before gripping her thigh and hiking it up my hip. She moaned a little when I rolled against her, arching her back and pressing tighter against me. Already knowing that I was going to have to get her more clothes anyways, I just ripped her shirt off, not really caring about anything at the moment other than reestablishing my claim on her. There wasn't going to be a lot of fanfare this go 'round, not after that fucking mutt.

True or untrue, the phrase circled my mind, repeating over and over, festering into a cesspool of domination and anger. I knew that shit was a lie but knowing that did nothing to soothe or calm my demon down. He looked out through my eyes at our mate, seeing the emotions in her eyes, that painted her face awash in desire and lust.

Keeping her restrained, I reached between us and, like her shirt, just ripped her jeans away, flinging them to the other side of the room before undoing my belt buckle and taking off my own jeans.

One thing I will say about my mate, she really likes it rough.

There was however a spark of irritation in her eyes when I destroyed her favorite pair of jeans.

With a smirk and a 'get over it', I lined myself up and, with a roll of my hips, I was seated nice and comfy, deep inside my mate. Her head went back and her unneeded breath caught in her throat. She tugged at her hands and, if she really wanted to, she could break the hold I had on her since she was still in all accounts stronger than I am, but she didn't pull free, just tugged and pulled until I gave into what she wanted and let her go and laces our fingers together.

As I rolled my hips against hers, soft sighs and moans of my name floated up and caressed my ears, doing wonders to soothe the beast within and lulling him back into a content stupor. Her ankles came up and locked behind my back, her back arching more from the action.

Because she was so much smaller than I was, I nearly had to bend in half when I dipped my head and kissed her again. I picked up my pace and force, her grip on my fingers tightened and those delightful little noises she was making grew in volume.

I knew when I hit that spot hidden deep inside her, her head snapped back and the girl damn near busted my eardrum. Looking down at her, my eyes locked on my mark on her neck when she turned her head to the side, her long brown hair slipping off her skin. For a moment, I tried to visualize her as a human, flushed with her pleasure, sweat coating her skin... I couldn't do it. I couldn't picture her with blood and human flesh. I didn't care. I had never been attracted to humans, never saw the allure of them that others did. I never played with my food so I didn't know about the heat and shit that others talked about. Humans break and there is no fun in breaking someone that doesn't actually stand a chance.

I felt her begin to flutter and clench around me and a growl began to grow in my chest at the strength of her walls, just another reason that sex with a human wouldn't do it for me. There is no way a human would squeeze tight enough to prevent me from pulling out all the way like my little Sugar does.

Three more thrusts and with a snarl, my teeth found my mark, sending us both off the cliff of ecstasy, her from the pleasurable pain and me from the grip she had and the taste of her sweet venom coating my tongue.

I rolled over, pulling my mate to stretch out on my chest and removed my teeth from her neck. Licking the slightly oozing mark a few times, I nuzzled it with my nose before just laying my head back on the floor and closing my eyes.

When I felt my mate looking at me, I cracked an eye open and lifted a brow in question, waiting for her to say whatever was on her mind. There was a little spark of something behind her red eyes that had me suppressing a smirk just because I knew how little actually went through any kind of brain to mouth filter.

"I have no problems with necrophilia."

I snorted a little and shook my head, "You're a strange little creature, know that?"

She giggled and smiled but right as she opened her mouth to say something, her head snapped to the side, facing the wall of windows that take up the entire west wall of the room. As her teeth pulled back from her lips and that sexy little growl of hers worked its way up her throat, I just sighed and dropped my head back with a groan.

Looks like that little break I was hoping for before the hurricane hit land just wasn't going to happen. I cannot wait to see the look on Aro's face when they show up, too.