Ice Play

[Atticus’ POV]

I take Anthony’s form in for a couple more minutes before turning and making my way upstairs, where Tabitha should be sound asleep. I could only hope that she had gotten enough rest because I wasn’t going to let her sleep for the rest of the night after what happened.

Letting out a growl of frustration, I try to ignore the memories of her with that damned vampire to come forward, but despite my best efforts, I can't, and as they come, so does my dark side wanting punishment and possession.

Stopping in front of my bedroom door, I consider whether or not this is a good idea, but nature takes over, and I’m heading inside, where I pull off my clothes and throw them on the ground before climbing onto the bed and cuddling up against Tabitha so that I can begin to knead her breast while my other hand finds its way between her thighs.

“Mmm, Atticus,” Tabitha whimpers, attempting to roll over but stopping as I tighten my hold.

“Don’t move,” I murmur, slipping my fingers between