Izzy's Fight: The Izzy Rose Chronicles Book 1 by Nicole Clark Page A

her down and impaled her with his thick erection. Crying out, she gripped his shoulders as he thrust deeply within her. For several long moments, he stood there fucking her hard.
    Right before his legs began to shake—he carried her to the couch and laid back on it. Now on top, she began to ride him, groaning as she reached down and rubbed her clit. It only took a few more thrusts before both of them were falling over the edge. Leaning over the stranger, she sealed her lips on his and fed off his energy. The strong energy he emitted entered her system and sent her mind buzzing. It was like having a strong alcoholic buzz, only different in that every nerve ending in her body seemed to be firing at once. The hunger that had welled up inside her over the weeks she’d spent hiding away was slowly sated down to a point she would be able to live with it before feeding again.
                  She didn’t take enough to kill him, but when she’d taken her fill and finished her climax, she fell on the couch beside him. Rolling over, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him.
    “I know what you are, Izzy,” he whispered in her ear harshly.
    Looking at him, she stared a moment, her eyes wide with fear. An overdose of adrenaline surged through her veins causing her vision to dim and her to pass out.

Chapter Two
    Several days had passed since she last saw the man who took her to bed and brought her out of her funk. That morning, she had woken up in his bed and very quietly snuck out. Even now, she couldn’t forget the words he’d spoken to her that previous evening. He knew what she was? How was that even possible? Izzy pretty much kept to herself, except when she wanted sex and even then she acted more human than some supernatural creatures. The only way someone would have known she was different was if they themselves were supernatural.
    Since that memorable encounter, she’d only been home a few times to shower, change, and sleep a little. She’d been attempting to find the man from the club to see how he knew what she was and who he was himself. Today, while the sun was shining, she decided to head out and call her best friend. She missed living in Hawaii and wanted to go back for a visit soon. It’d been far too long since she’d returned home. As she slid her phone out of her back pocket and dialed his number, she had a feeling that someone was watching her.
    “Hey, Izzy baby. How are you?” came Will’s warm voice as he answered the phone. He never did call her just Izzy or Isobel. He always had to add a term of endearment to it, just because he knew it made her smile.
    “Hey, Will. How are you, honey?”
    “Good, good. It’s getting boring here without my partner in crime. When are you coming back?”
    “I was just calling to ask you when you want me back,” she said, smiling as she stepped into a coffee shop to grab a beverage. Afterward, she went to a table and set up her laptop while she listened to Will chatter on about how he wanted her back right then and all the things he’d been doing while she was gone. Several moments later, she hung up the phone and looked at the laptop screen.
    In its reflection, she saw the man she met at the club sitting several tables over. He was staring at her, not bothering to conceal his gaze from her or anyone else. Grinning at the fact she’d finally found him, she tried not to rush to get up and confront him. She didn’t want to scare him off, so instead she turned on her internet and started messing around with some sites that she frequented.
    About half an hour later she put her computer to sleep and looked in the reflection again. This time, her stalker was no longer there. With a small huff, she stood up to get another cup of coffee while berating herself for being aloof instead of confronting him first thing. The instant she stood up, she ran into someone, causing their cup of iced coffee to splatter all over her front and in her