Misty by M. Garnet

from far off as the man behind her, almost twice her size, leaned his hips against her, pushing her against the hard surface of the cabinet. What she felt was the thickness of his erection that pulsed a heat right through their clothes. She actually felt her body beginning to respond to him.
    Rad lifted one hand and pulled her hair back on one side. She felt him tilt his head enough that she could see his dark hair from the corner of her eye as he bent his head and lowered his lips to her neck. She stood, immovable, not breathing, her eyes watching the men in the elevator. All three of the men took a short step forward and then stepped back, their eyes turning dark until she thought that their irises had expanded to the size of their entire eye.
    Oh God, was he going to bite her? He had said he would not without her permission. She felt his lips on her neck and there was intense warmth that spread from the kiss, where he lingered, all the way down to her stomach and to her groin. But it got more intense because he ran his tongue along the vein that was throbbing in her neck and she felt the tightening in her entire female organ. She clinched her muscles, trying to control herself, but she realized that he probably was feeling her muscles moving as he was pressing against her hips so tightly.
    Finally he raised his head and she could breathe. “You know, Bathromo, the lady would like you to have your slave take his finger off that button before I come over there and remove his entire hand. There is a servant below with her clothes. He needs to use the elevator and we have unfinished business after that taste, and yes, it is sweeter than anything you have ever imagined. Now take your dirty crew out of here.”
    He finally moved away from her and she was grateful she had the cabinet to hang onto. He walked like he owned the world, towards the elevator and suddenly Bathromo started pushing the elevator buttons. By the time Rad had reached the elevator, the door had started to close.
    He turned and looked at her. “You did well. I need to go down and make sure that they leave and maybe, really get my message through to Bathromo. Your clothes will be up in a minute.” He walked back slowly past her to the door leading to the stairs and was gone.
    She stood leaning against the counter top, waiting for her knees to be strong enough to hold her up. She heard the elevator and she looked over. A young man was there with several suitcases. She did not move as he gathered up the cases and walked into the suite, looking around. Okay, he came in without waiting to be asked, so he must be mortal. She stopped and thought for a moment. What was her life becoming when she had to think about a guy carrying a suitcase whether he was normal or not?

Chapter Seven
    He stalked Bathromo carefully. The old male was tough and sensitive, a true Vampire who had nurtured his talents. But he needed to have a lesson. How dare he come to the lair of an enforcer. Besides, Rad still had the smell and taste of her and he was fighting the greatest urge to return and claim her, to taste her, to feel her, to enter her. He needed to use that energy somewhere else before he could go back to be in her presence. He knew that he could not control her mentally, but he could overpower her with his strength. Suddenly he realized that when it happened, he wanted her to allow it.
    He wondered if she would allow it? As he had leaned into her in the kitchen he had realized that she had responded. He felt her heat that made the smell drift off of her into the air. He felt her muscles grip as she tried to resist the urges of her own body. He had also been surprised that his own body had instantly thrown up the big boy as he leaned into her. He thought he had taken care of that problem with the ladies but she had instantly reached him. Fuck.
    He wanted to slam his fist through a wall. What was he thinking? It had been a long time since he had cared for another person in this