He lifted her from the ground, and Phoenix wrapped her legs around Isaiah’s hips, causing something like a growl to come from the back of his throat. When he tore his mouth from hers, she was glad to see Isaiah’s breathing was labored, and he seemed just as affected by everything as she was, despite the control he was exercising.
“I can’t decide if I want to fuck you against the wall, or take you from behind on the sofa.”
“No bed?” she asked.
“Not this time,” he told her. Obviously, having made a decision, he walked her to the sofa, with her legs still wrapped around him.
Phoenix couldn’t resist the temptation to rock against him. “Are you pushing me for the wall?” he asked.
“I don’t care where we do it as long as you’re in me soon. No more waiting.”
“I couldn’t agree more, but you’re going to have to loosen that death grip you have going with your legs,” he teased.
When she uncrossed her ankles, Isaiah steadied her on her feet before spinning her to face the sofa. Pushing her hair to the side, his teeth scraped the flesh on the back of her neck. Moving his hands around the front of her body, Isaiah cupped her breasts, and his thumbs brushed against her already sensitive nipples. The contact made her moan, and she allowed her head to drop back against his chest.
“Get on your knees on the sofa,” he ordered, close to her ear. “Grip the back with your hands and don’t move them.”
When Isaiah’s hands released her breasts, Phoenix immediately obeyed, spreading her legs slightly to give him better access. His hand made contact with her right butt cheek, causing her to jump slightly.
“I’ve been dying to do that all day,” he admitted.
Phoenix moaned because she really did find his slightly awkward ways sexy. His hand smacked her left butt cheek, leaving a warm sting. Then she felt two fingers slide into her, testing her readiness. She immediately rocked back against his hand, needing more contact.
“You’re so wet already,” he murmured, and when she looked over her shoulder, she found him staring at his fingers as they moved in and out of her body. With his glasses still on, Isaiah looked absolutely irresistible.
Sliding his fingers out of her body, Isaiah positioned himself behind her, pulling her hips back slightly so he could slide into her body. When Phoenix tried rocking back against him, he gripped her hips, holding her in place for his torturously slow thrusts.
“I want to make this last,” he told her. “I’ve wanted you all day, and I’m about ready to explode. You’re so tight, and you feel so good.” The last came out on a groan.
“I need more,” she pleaded, struggling against his grip on her hips.
One of his hands released her hip to reach around and stroke her clit as he ground against her in time with the motion of his finger.
When Phoenix started to move again, his hand stilled, and he pulled almost completely out of her body. “Don’t move,” he ordered, and she whimpered with need until he stroked her clit and started moving inside of her again. She’d been close to orgasm the moment he slid into her body, and now her body was coiling tighter with each stroke of his finger. Still, her orgasm seemed just out of reach, and she whimpered with frustration.
Isaiah gripped her hair, tugging at it until she looked at him over her shoulder. His lips were parted slightly. Beads of sweat had formed on his brow, evidence of the effort it took to maintain his own self-control. He was so sexy that it made her moan. His fingers pinched her clit ever so slightly, and she jerked under his touch as heat spread through her body. This time, when his finger strummed her clit, he continued to hold her hair so she couldn’t look away while he fucked her.
“Oh!” she screamed, her body spasming around his. “Isaiah!”
Her eyes closed tightly as her intense orgasm left her panting and shaking. When she was finally able to think again, she noticed Isaiah had stopped moving inside of her.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he rasped out. “I love watching you come, and I love hearing you scream my name while you do it.”
When Isaiah started moving again, his thrusts were fast but still controlled. He released her hair to grip her hips with both hands, but she continued to look at him over her shoulder.
Phoenix saw the moment Isaiah’s control snapped. His eyes darkened and his jaw tightened as his powerful thrusts became frenzied. Her moans echoed his as her second orgasm ripped through her body.
This time, Isaiah didn’t stop moving. He continued to slam into her body, hard and fast, until he threw his head back and let out a guttural groan as he found his own release.
It took both of them some time to get their breathing under control. Isaiah finally released her hips and slid out of her body before lifting her and sitting on the sofa with her on his lap.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No,” she murmured before letting out a contented sigh and resting her head against his chest. “I feel pretty good right now.”
“Good,” Isaiah said, kissing the top of her head. “I’m not sure I could have moved to grab a blanket. I need a few minutes to recover.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
The incessant buzzing of his phone was not a welcome interruption, and Isaiah was tempted to ignore it. He was currently wrapped around Phoenix’s body, lying on the bed in the guestroom. His pants and phone were on the other side of the room, and he knew he had to get up. Too much was going on to pretend he hadn’t heard his phone. Climbing out of bed, he padded across the room.
Grabbing the phone from his pants, Isaiah was annoyed to see the text was from Justin. It had been one hell of a day. For that reason, he was seriously considering ignoring his brother and hiding in the guestroom for the night.
“Who is the text from?” Phoenix asked sleepily.
“Justin,” he admitted. “He’s pushing to do that blood work and exam now so he can try to come up with a treatment plan. My guess is he came up with an idea already, and that’s why he’s in his office. When he gets like this, it’s hard for him to let things go.”
“He’s a little obsessive,” she deduced.
“That’s one way of putting it. Of course, that’s part of what makes him such a good doctor. He’s very determined to find solutions to problems.”
“Like your need for blood,” she said.
“Exactly,” he agreed. “Justin barely slept for a year when he decided he could find a supplement to take the place of human blood. Now, he’s determined to find a way to treat your anxiety. I’m pretty sure he was banging on my bedroom door before he sent the text message.”
“He really planned to wake us up for something that could wait until morning?”
Isaiah chuckled. “From his point of view, this can’t wait. We can always sleep in this room overnight. It’s possible he’ll start searching the house room by room. Caitlin might even get tired of dealing with him when he’s in this kind of mood and remind him that there’s a tracking device on my phone. Of course, I’m not sure he knows how to access that part of my security program.”
With a resigned sigh, Phoenix gathered her clothes. “I suppose we’d better meet with him before he goes all creepy stalker on us.”
After texting Justin to tell him they were going to stop by the kitchen for coffee first, they both started to dress. His phone vibrated just as he was slipping into his pants, meaning Justin was in fully-obsessed mode and had been holding his phone, waiting for a reply. Isaiah cringed when he saw his brother’s reply.
“What’s wrong?” Phoenix asked when she caught his reaction.
“Justin made coffee,” he replied apologetically.
“Good,” she said. “I’m going to need some coffee to stay awake.”
“You won’t say that when you taste it,” he warned. “Even when we still had the good espresso machine, Justin couldn’t make a decent cup of coffee.”
“What happened to the espresso machine?” she asked.
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nbsp; “I helped my cousin, Willow, steal it,” he admitted. “Don’t tell anyone. It’s still bugging Justin that it just disappeared, which is kind of funny since he doesn’t drink coffee.”
“You definitely have to tell me the rest of this story later. As curious as I am to see how far Justin would go to find us, we should get this over with and get some sleep since we’re going to look for the local hunters tomorrow night.”
While Phoenix was obviously trying to keep her tone light, Isaiah could tell she was nervous about the meeting with the hunters, not that he blamed her.
“You don’t have to go tomorrow,” he reminded her and put his hands up in surrender when she glared at him. “Fine, I get that you don’t want us to take care of this for you, but you can’t blame me for wishing you wouldn’t go.”
“I don’t blame you,” she assured him. “I actually wish you wouldn’t go. If you tell me where they hang out, I can find them on my own.”
He opened the door and didn’t respond until they were walking down the hall to Justin’s office. “If I told you where the club is, you’d try to sneak out on your own.”
Her guilty blush was answer enough.
“That’s why we haven’t told you where we’re going,” he explained.
“I figured as much,” she said with a sigh.
As expected, Justin was moving around the office like he’d just had too much caffeine. This was how Justin got when his mind was working through a problem. He’d be full of energy until he figured out how to treat Phoenix’s anxiety, and Isaiah had no doubt his brother would come up with an effective treatment plan.
“Sorry if he woke you,” Caitlin called out from the far corner of the room where she was sprawled out on the sofa, looking like she could barely keep her eyes open. “I told him you’d rather do this in the morning.”
Isaiah shrugged. “You know how he gets.”
“Yeah, and I’d complain if the sex wasn’t so fantastic when he’s like this,” Caitlin admitted.
Justin’s eyes darkened, and he turned to look at Caitlin. “Behave, or I’ll deal with some of this energy by putting you over my knee.”
Caitlin snorted. “Not sure how that threat is any incentive for me to behave.”
“Did you want us to come back later?” Isaiah asked. Normally, he didn’t mind their flirting, but he was tired, and he really wanted to be alone with Phoenix.
“No,” Justin told him. “I had enough trouble finding you this time.”
Phoenix had just taken a sip of the coffee, and Isaiah nearly laughed at the pained expression on her face as she struggled with whether to swallow the retched brew or spit it out. He was all too familiar with that feeling. Finally, she settled on swallowing. “Thank you for making coffee.” She gave Justin a strained smile as she added copious amounts of sugar to the undrinkable sludge his brother called coffee.
“I figured it was the fastest way to get you here,” Justin explained.
Caitlin snorted. “He’s just punishing you for making him work so hard to get you down here.”
Justin’s lips twitched, and Isaiah saw the humor in his brother’s eyes.
“You’re doing an excellent job of punishing me,” Phoenix assured him. “Next time, try something less cruel, like ripping my fingernails out with pliers.”
Isaiah grinned. No matter how exhausted he was, he had no intention of trying the coffee. Phoenix was apparently more addicted to her caffeine.
“Where should we start?” Phoenix asked.
“The usual,” Justin said. “Blood and urine. Caitlin will run it all back to my lab while I start your exam.”
“Caitlin might stab you the next time you go to sleep for forcing her to be awake at this hour,” Caitlin muttered.
Justin raised an eyebrow. “It’s only eleven,” he pointed out. “You’re up later than this all the time.”
“Not when I have to be at a lab at seven in the morning,” she reminded him.
“I promise to make it up to you,” Justin assured her.
“Let’s just get this over with so we can all get some sleep,” Isaiah pushed.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Phoenix had been forced to quit her job after Shayla’s call, and while she felt guilty about leaving her boss on such short notice, it was still the smart thing to do. She’d planned to stay on a little longer when she’d only been worried about Hayden and a couple of hunters from her area trying to track her down, but possibly being a suspect in her aunt and uncle’s murders meant she could have hunters from all over looking for her. It felt strange not having to rush to work in the morning.
Today, she’d slept until ten and woken up to a note from Isaiah letting her know he had some work to do. He’d told her to text him when she was up, which she’d done before stepping into the shower. It wasn’t really a surprise that she’d slept so late, after Justin had kept her up most of the night. He seemed certain he could help her with her anxiety, but Phoenix wasn’t quite so optimistic.
Phoenix really loved most things about her little apartment. It was clean and relatively well-maintained. The only thing she’d never enjoyed was the short showers. She could have taken longer showers if the hot water had lasted more than five minutes. That was probably one of the reasons she was taking so long in the shower today. When she finally dried off and wrapped a towel around herself, Phoenix wasn’t surprised to find Isaiah lounging on the bed.
“How are you feeling?” Isaiah asked, giving her a sleepy smile.
“Still a little tired,” she admitted. “I’m not sure why I’m so tired, considering I slept this late.”
“You were up late, and the last couple of days have been stressful,” he told her before climbing off the bed and walking toward her. “What have you got under that towel?” he asked with a teasing grin.
She laughed at his question. “Considering how much time I’ve spent naked around you, I think you can answer that question on your own.”
“I have a bad memory,” he insisted. “Why don’t you show me?”
“Are you trying to get in my panties?” she asked.
His gaze lowered. “Are you wearing any panties?”
“No,” she admitted.
“Good,” he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning forward to breathe in her scent. “I’m not trying to get into your panties. I was actually hoping to get into your pussy again. I like it in there.”
She almost laughed at his ridiculous line. In fact, she was pretty sure she would have laughed if his ridiculous line didn’t turn her on so much. “Are you trying to seduce me?” she asked hopefully.
He let out a sigh. “I wish, but my brother is going to be beating down the door to this room if I don’t get you over to his office. I brought you some breakfast.” He pointed to the tray she hadn’t noticed on the table. Now that he’d pointed it out, she was surprised she hadn’t caught the scent as soon as she walked into the room. Breakfast was her favorite meal because it always included coffee.
“Just tell me you have coffee.”
Based on Isaiah’s apologetic look, there was no coffee. “That’s okay,” she assured him. “We’ll run by the kitchen before we meet Justin.”
“No coffee,” he told her. “I brought you hot chocolate. If you don’t like that, we have some herbal tea.”
“You’re out of coffee!” she exclaimed. “Don’t you have some in your emergency supplies? And herbal tea? Herbal tea has no caffeine in it. How can you even suggest something like that?”
He chuckled. “We’re not out of coffee, but Justin has been up all night working on a plan to deal with your anxiety. That plan involves cutting out caffeine.”
Phoenix had her first urge to kill a vampire. “I hate Justin,” she grumbled. “Stupid quack doctor has no idea what he’s talking about. Caffeine is good for me. It’s a naturally occurring substance.”
“You don’t really believe caffeine is good for you, do you?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
/> She let out a sigh, but continued to glare at the offending mug on her tray. “Can’t we just cut back slowly? We’ll cut out one cup a week.”
He shook his head. “I already asked about that. Justin said the caffeine has to go immediately.”
“But my last cup of coffee was one that Justin made,” she whined. “That seems like cruel and unusual punishment. Just one good cup before I stop.”
“I’ll get you some decaf later,” he promised.
“Decaf!” she gasped. “The other hunters were right. Vampires are sick and cruel.”
Isaiah chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Eat. Then we’ll go see what Justin has in mind before he crashes.”
“Is he going to be okay to go out tonight?” she asked.
“Sure,” Isaiah replied. “We don’t need to leave until seven, so he can grab a few hours of sleep before we go. Justin doesn’t sleep much.”
Phoenix nodded and ate her breakfast, wondering if Justin really had found a solution to her anxiety problem, or if he was just torturing her with the caffeine ban.
They found Justin seated behind his desk, looking pleased but tired.
“How are you doing this morning?” Justin asked her with a pleasant smile.
“I’d be better if I had coffee.” Her pout probably looked childish, but she didn’t care. “You are a sick bastard.”
Justin smirked at her. “I’ve been called worse.”
“Did Caitlin make it for her lab this morning?” she asked to try to distract herself from her annoyance at the lack of coffee.
Justin shook his head. “I didn’t want to argue with her about it, but she’s not attending classes until we deal with the threat to you. Caitlin is registered at school as Caitlin Draksel. We have to assume that since your cousin killed Andrei, he knows you have a connection to us.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
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