My senses had heightened dramatically since the bite. As much as I tried to deny it, I had taken on certain enhanced abilities that I was still learning to get used to. My sense of smell, for example, was far more acute. I could tell people’s emotions and other all-too personal details from their scent. It was one of the new things I had adopted that took the longest to get used to, and one of the main reasons I didn’t like being around people. This guy, James, though. Hesmelled…wild.
That was when I noticed his eyes. His eyes glowed this strange deep forest green color with flecks of vibrant yellow. They were mesmerizing. He raised his eyebrow and grinned at me after I had been staring at him for a few long moments. “Like what you see?” He waited for me to answer, and I took my time to look him up and down, not bothering hiding the fact that I was checkinghimout.
He was a shifter. A wolf, more specifically. I could smell it on him, and his scent made the vampire crazy. The outrage and sheer hatred I could sense in the back of my mind was enough to make me want to step forward and kisstheman.
He continued to look amused as I stared at him, contemplating the implications of being with a werewolf. They were naturally sworn enemies to vampire, and just possibly could be the most incredible way to get back at the fucking blood-sucker for stealing my lifefromme.
James had strong, wide shoulders, and he stood at least a foot or so taller than me. His chest was chiseled from what I could see of his muscles below his shirt, and his eyes were intoxicating. His hair was unkempt and shaggy, and he exuded this incredible sexiness that I hadn’t recognized before. I took another sip of my beer and smiled. “You’ll do okay, Isuppose.”
“I guess that’s better thannothing.”
My mind was a raging fire as I could hear the vampire roar in the back of my head. I mix of whispers and shouts echoed through my mind, saying things likestay awayandrun. Looking James over, I most definitely knew I wasn’t going to do either of those twothings.
I slammed back the rest of my beer, and reached over and slammed his, too. The noise in my mind subsided, and I was left with nothing but a dull, angry ache. Missionaccomplished.
“Wow. Thirsty?” James looked amused and mildlyimpressed.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Bit of a bad habit, actually. So, whatareyou?”
It was his turn to answer the questions. “I’m Irish, can’t you tell?” He waggled his eyebrows comically and I laughedagain.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t mean your nationality. The Irish sort of exudes out of you, if you haven’tnoticed.”
“And you’re American, right? You’ve got a cuteaccent.”
I rolled my eyes. It was hard to stay hidden and discrete when your accent gave you a way as a foreigner. I didn’t know what it was about foreign accents, but people were obsessed. Men were drawn to me no matter how gross and unkempt I was. I could show up at the bar in torn jeans, a dirty t-shirt, not having showered in three days, and as soon as people heard my voice, they flocked towards me like a magnet and offered to buy me a drink. There was something mysterious about a girl with a foreign accent Iguess.
I stared at him in silence and waited. I knew he understood what I had asked. It was just a matter of time for him to spit it out. I could smell his wolf on him, but as most people can’t tell a shifter from a normal human, I wanted him to tell me first-hand. I strummed my fingers along the top of the bar rhythmically as I waited. Finally, after a few moments, he leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Fine. Keep itquiet,okay?”
I smiled and nodded and waited for him to continue. I felt his hair brush up against my cheek, and his warm breath tingled against my neck. He didn’t answer. Instead, he took the opportunity to kiss my cheek and then laughed into the side of my face, sending shivers down my spine. The sensation of his breath on my skin made me bite my lip, but I wasn’t going to admit to him that I liked itjustyet.
I pulled away from his lip that lingered near my ear and crossed my arms. “Well? Whatareyou?”
He sat back and looked mischievous, a sly grin spread across his face. “I can show you if you like?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me again suggestively, and I knew exactly what hemeant.
My mind roared and I knew the vampire wasn’t happy. I realized the only thing I could possibly do to piss him off more than spending my nights drinking my life away would be screwing awerewolf.
I bit my lip and examined James one last time. He would drive the vampire in my head crazy, and from the look of his body, he would drive me crazy too. Two birds, onestone.
I grinned back at him. “My place oryours?”
2
Ilayin bed for what felt like hours before I got the strength to open theeyelids.
My head spun and my entire body hurt, and I felt the deep and familiar ache down between my legs that reminded me of the night I just had. I smiled to myself with my eyes closed as the fuzzy memory of the night before came flooding back to me. I inhaled deeply and could smell the scent of the man beside me. I could smell the wolf on him stronger now that I had grown familiarwithit.
I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him. His face was plastered in the pillow, his hair was disheveled, and he lay on the bed completely naked with his ass in the air for all to see. I stared at him for a long moment, taking in the chiseled angles of his body and the curves of his back as he lay sprawled out sleepingnextme.
My head spun and everything hurt, but I didn’t regret anything from the nightbefore.
At least, I didn’t untilhewoke up. Suddenly my head screamed in agony, and I could hear the loud chatter pick up in my mind as our mental connection sprung to life again. He was angry, and the smile on my face widened even further. There was something about pissing him off that made me oh so happy. I may not be able to escape completely from his grasp, but I could certainly make our connection a living hell for him. Or, an undead hell.Whatever.
I glanced around the dark room, using what little light that leaked in through the closed curtains to see. My jeans and t-shirt were on the other side of the room, but my panties weren’t anywhere to be found. I slowly crawled out of the bed, careful not to wake James. It would’ve been too complicated to explain why I had to leave, so the best thing I could do was slip out quietly and never see the man again. I grabbed my jeans, t-shirt, and bra off the floor, and quietly got dressed. I looked one last time around the room but couldn’t find my pantiesanywhere.
Oh, well. A little souvenir of our night together for James, Isupposed.
Before I left the room, I took one long last look at the naked man on the bed. He was beautiful, and from what little I remembered of the night before, we had a really amazing time together. The ache I felt between my legs suggested that we had enjoyed each other’s company quite aggressively. I sighed in regret and turned to leave, closing the bedroom doorbehindme.
