She’s tall, only a few inches shorter than my six foot eleven, and she is all curves. I almost drool from her figure, Jesus. I can’t help but imagine my hands wrapped around her plump, perky breasts or cradling those wide, sensual hips. Her leather-clad legs seem to go on for days, and I wonder what they would look like draped around my head. I frown at the leather gloves on her hands and the long sleeves covering that amazing body, but a hint of her scent wafts to me. I suck in a breath, unable to escape her smell as it saturates my lungs and seems to burn itself there. She smells fresh and flowery like nature itself. My heart starts to race, and I find myself lost for words in her presence, which only makes her eyes narrow then drop and check me out before shooting back up to mine like she can’t believe she just did that. It makes my usual smirk crawl across my face as I step closer, pushing through the power surrounding her. Oh yes, she’s powerful, but I haven’t got a clue what she is. That has my attention. I have a feeling I am going to like keeping my promise to her.
“Come on, fanger, we have things to do.” With that she grabs her shovel and sets off through the graveyard, leaving me gobsmacked. I blink, staring after her. I had been working my charm hard, she should have been begging at my feet, her eyes dilated and her musk of desire wrapping around me, but instead…she’s humming the batman soundtrack as she moves across the ground with swift strides.
Oh, game on, love.
I can’t wait to have her on her knees before me, begging me, and I know before the end of this I will—it’s only a matter of time. Like fire and ice, we will either destroy each other or live in peace. I just hope I get to taste her before then, because if she tastes half as good as she smells, I will die a happy man. She heads over to a sports car, the engine idling as we pass under the gates. I quickly shake off the dirt still clinging to me and cover the distance between us until I am behind her as she pops open the boot and turns to me with something in her hand.
“You said you were thirsty, right?” She smirks, leaning back on the boot lip, her ankles crossed. She thrusts a juice box at me, apple, if I am correct.
I glance back down at the juice box then at her, amusement coursing through me as I grin.
“Not quite what I had in mind, love. How about I just sink my fangs into you instead?” I tease, but her eyes narrow on me. “No? Don’t worry, when you start begging I’ll let you have my—”
My words are cut off as something smashes into the side of my head, the ground is rushing towards me before I am knocked out cold.
Bella
He went down hard, real hard, and I didn’t even try and catch him as he fell straight on his pretty boy face. I can see why he has an attitude, he truly is handsome…no, that’s not the right word. He’s beautiful in a deadly way, with something under his skin ready to pounce, a darker side waiting until you are in his clutches. His hair is a dark black, swept artfully to the side even after being stuck in a coffin. He has stubble but no beard—which, seriously, how did he manage that in a coffin? His eyes are what stopped me though, a bright blue, almost like ice. They were startling as they locked on me and I sunk into their depths, so vivid and beautiful.
His body is no different. He is tall and slim, but I can see the pull of muscle under the suit he’s wearing and I’m betting there isn’t an inch of fat on him. His shoes are black and polished, and he even had on a waistcoat over a white shirt with no jacket. He looks like he stepped out of a magazine, too perfect to be real. I just wanted to rub some dirt on him to mess him up a bit, so I did. Heading back into the graveyard, I grab some and press it to his white shirt, staining it as I laugh before I reach down and grasp him under his shoulders. Maybe I hit him too hard, since blood is trickling down the back of his head, but when I seek him out in my head I can tell he isn’t dead.
Too bad.
Throwing him in the boot, I slam it shut and lock it before getting back in the driver’s seat, dropping the shovel in the back as I rev the engine. Fuck it, ungrateful bastard. Grabbing the juice box, I pop the corner and drink it as I squeal away from the graveyard, with Halsey blasting from the speakers as I tap along on the wheel. That meeting didn’t go well, that’s for sure, but I saw the intent in his eyes. He really believed I would let him drink from me, so I thought he could use a time out and at least I could try and curb the embarrassing pull in me that wanted to accept his offer. To know what it felt like for him to sink his fangs and cock in me, dammit. Just because he’s hot and you’re attracted to him doesn’t mean you can trust him, I lecture myself.
So I knocked him out until I could control us both. That annoyingly sexy, accented voice had been working, so yes, boot nap for him it is as I head back to the hotel to think over my next few moves. I know I need to let him feed, but the thought of grabbing some unsuspecting human doesn’t sit well with me. Maybe I can get a hooker? Why does that thought send a flash of anger through me? Nope, not examining the inner workings of my head or I might actually start believing I’m crazy after all.
So kidnapping and sex workers are out, which leaves myself or letting him go hunt, and I don’t exactly trust him to come back even with the oath. Fuck! Crushing the juice box in my hand, I glare at the road as I speed up. There’s no way can I let him feed from me. He would have more power over me then. I would be more susceptible to his influence and charm, and he would see deeper into my head…but he’s useless to me half-starved and almost feral, though he didn’t seem feral, but I’ve seen how quickly that can change with nightwalkers.
I just need to keep him fed long enough for him to fulfill his promise. Like one of those dramatic lightbulbs pinging overhead, I have an idea. Grinning, I turn the wheel and drive to the nearest blood bank. I had the right idea with the juice box, just need a different liquid. I grab my phone and do a quick google search as I’m moving down the road and grin when I find what I’m looking for.
I head to the location on the map, knowing what it actually is—if you know what to look for, the city hides a lot of darkness underneath. The supes run the show, so when I pull up around the back of the white building, cross the parking lot, and knock on the back door, I’m not surprised when a human feeder opens the door. The mark on his neck declares him as part of a nightwalker’s flock and under his control—kill one and they tend to get pissy. Not that they really care about them, just that you touched their property.
He stares at me, his bloodshot eyes flicking from side to side, his skin an unhealthy white, but other than that he looks well looked after. “Whatcha want?” he asks, his voice surprisingly high-pitched, making my eyebrows rise.
“World peace,” I deadpan, and he blinks before I crack a smile. “Blood, ten bags, now.”
He crossed his arms, watching me. “Clan?”
Shit, he didn’t tell me his name. “Valentino,” I offer, remembering a vamp’s name I’d met before. It instantly settles him and the door swings shut in my face again. How rude.
He returns not ten minutes later with a cooler, and he shows me the blood bags inside before snapping it closed. “You didn’t say which the baby vamp preferred, so I picked a mixture.” He holds out his hand and I roll my eyes, digging out some cash from my pocket and pass it over, careful not to touch his skin even through the gloves.