Elizabeth POV
He lifted me in his arms, covering me with his suit jacket. He was quick, making his way upstairs to his bedroom.
He tossed me on his bed, his lust-filled eyes lingering over my exposed body. He placed himself between my legs, holding my gaze. My hand slowly cupped his face, but before I could touch him, he grabbed my hand and pinned it down.
His action made a moan leave my lips. In response, he pressed himself against my throbbing folds. Before I could say anything, he jumped off me quickly. I looked at him with confusion in my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I asked Izaiah.
He started pacing back and forth while Ahimoth rushed forward. Claws formed and retrieved. I grabbed his wrist hoping I could snap him out of it. Trying to sooth him, making him feel more at peace, more balan
