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I stare back at him without saying a word. What do I say to that? Yes, he’s been in my head ever since that night too, and every time I’m around him, my body thrums with awareness and desire to be near him. But I still don’t think it’s possible. Vampires and werewolves are not meant to be together like he is talking about.

He stares back at me before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath that sounds like it is laced with disappointment. He gently places a quick tender kiss on my lips and then whispers “Don’t run and hide from me anymore, Talia. It’s useless cause I’ll always come after you unless you truly don’t want me. Whatever is between us deserves a chance, at least.” Then he pulls away and quickly walks out of the garden, leaving me there shocked and confused as to what just happened.

I touch my fingers to my lips and close my eyes as the kiss replays through my mind. I’ve never been kissed like that or felt that type of passion in simply kissing a man. I know I should continue to keep my distance from him, but how the hell can Ido that now, knowing what his lips feel like against mine and the addicting taste that comes with it?

I don’t think I can.

Chapter 15

Jordan

My lips tingle as I walk out of that garden and away from Talia, deeper into the woods despite every muscle in me screaming to turn around to back to her so I can get my lips on her again.

I need some time to think before I return home.

I had no intention of kissing her when I followed her from Depraved to her secret get away. I meant to talk to her, essentially about what we talked about anyway but maybe a little more calmly and smoothly. My anger at what she was saying as if to convince me that we should keep our distance from each other over one instance of a wolf being a prick about us spending time together by having a drink and joking around got the best of me. The more she acted as if I was an idiot and needed to be smacked upside the head for even thinking we could be around each other the angrier I got. I meant what I said in that I didn’t give a fuck what others thought. Like I told her, I’m not one to be pushed around, especially not from the likes of Lance. That dumbass has found himself in too many instances where he has put wolves in danger, and on a few occasions gotten them killed. Why any wolf in the city would follow him as a leader still is beyond me. So, why would I listen to him and take his advice? It would make me equally a dumbass and that isn’t how I got to be the alpha of the most powerful pack in the city.

When talking to Talia, I felt like I was fumbling for the right words while my anger rolled through me, and I hope she understood what I was trying to communicate to her. That I want to give us a chance. That I don’t care what others think or say. It’s my damn life. I know there could be more between us than just friends too. That kiss solidified it. The way she felt in my arms, pressed against me, felt right. The way her lips fit perfectly with mine and ignited a fire in me to have more of her—not just physically—made me realize I couldn’t just be friends with her.

My wolf is in full agreement and continues to be fixated on her like neither he or I have with any other woman—wolf or not—in the past. His behavior has caused me to be suspicious and analyze his behavior more and more. Some of the behavior is what I’ve heard in passing of others experiencing leading up to discovering the person they were fixated on was their mate. I’ve only ever heard of that happening though between two wolves. Not a wolf and a vampire. Not even a wolf and a human. Then again, would anyone flaunt or speak of that kind of thing to the world? Talia wanted to highlight how Lance’s reaction to my wolves and I simply hanging around her and her group was a big deal. Lance and others like him would likely lose their shit if they heard a wolf was interested in being more than friendly with one. Definitely would have freaked to hear a wolf kissing one and craving more.And absolutely would go after a wolf—if not just kill—if a wolf eventhoughtabout a vampire being their mate.

I run my hands through my hair. I can’t stand wolves that are prejudiced like Lance, hence why I work to have wolves in my pack that aren’t. Granted there is some prejudice and disdain for vampires in a few of my wolves but nothing major. None of it is going to stop me from going after Talia though. For now, it’s simply wanting to see where things could go and nothing serious. If it does go further, then we will deal with it then. I’mnot stupid to think there wouldn’t be any backlash or hostility if we were to get into some type of relationship that would risk mine, hers, or both of our safety, but I’m not about to stop living my life out of fear for the unknown. We can both take care of ourselves and our safety. I just have to take it one step at a time, see where it leads, and not get ahead of myself. One problem at a time. The first being convincing Talia to stop avoiding me and the potential we feel when we are together.

Something deep in me calls her to me, and I can’t turn away from her. Based on my wolf’s reaction and behaviors when around her, he can’t either. If there is a rare possibility she is my mate, then there is no choice. But I cut that thought off from going any further. Again, one step at a time. First, I have to convince Talia to forget about everyone else and do what she wants. What webothpotentially want. The way she responded to my kiss gives me hope that she is experiencing similar feelings towards me and wants me too. Thoughts of the kiss again causes my dick to harden. My mind takes it further imaging what I could have done if she would have encouraged and consented to more. The kiss has me craving to touch more of her, from her perky tits that I know will fit in my hands perfectly to tracing further down past the waistband of her pants to explore the piece of heaven between her thighs.

Shit.Stop it.

I shake my head and continue walking through the forest. Sporting a hard on when I get back home will only earn me verbal ribbings from Eric and the others. And potential questions I won’t be able to answers to or I’ll have to be evasive about.

The clear night air fills my lungs and calms my nerves along with the hard on in my pants. After a while, I turn in the direction of the pack house and make my way back home.

Now, to just figure out how to approach Talia and talk to her more about what is going on between us, especially after that kiss. Hopefully, there will be more kisses cause damn I swear I still feel and taste her lush lips on mine. I smirk thinking about how she reacted after the initial shock of me kissing her. Her moan and the way she gave back as good as I gave to that kiss. I clench my fist thinking of running back to where I left her to steal another kiss from her like a depraved addict in search of another hit. Yeah, there is no turning away from her. My wolf gives a low, satisfied rumble in my chest in agreement.

Chapter 16

Talia

Cold wind thrashes through the night air as I’m standing on top of a four-story building looking down at the streets below. I decided to take on a night watch shift since I could not tolerate another hour in the suffocating coven house. My father is continuing to make plans regarding our arrangement with the Timore coven. Every time I think about it, my airway wants to constrict and cut off my breathing. So, I do everything I can to not think about it. Hence why I’m out patrolling the city when there are others whose job it is to patrol.

The night has been quiet with only one little scuffle with another vampire that was trying to set fire to a building. One of ours in fact. The vampire is now sitting in a holding cell at the coven house with a few cuts and scrapes on them. Okay, and a knife wound to the kidney that won’t kill them but will hurt like a bitch for an hour at least before their vampire blood can fully heal the wound. They were trying to damage one of our pieces of property for whatever reason and that can’t go unpunished. Those back at the coven house will deal with the vampire and decide how to handle it.

Below, a boisterous bunch of humans laugh and yell as they make their way down the street. I don’t need to be close to know they’re intoxicated. I smirk cause their antics are funny and intriguing to watch. In my life, I’ve experienced being drunka handful of times. Typically, vampires have to drink blood from a human who is intoxicated at the time in order to experience drunkenness, and even then, it doesn’t last very long. It was fun at the time, but I had a massive headache in what I’m sure the humans deem as a hangover after every occasion that was not so fun. Needless to say, I can’t afford to be drunk with my line of work and have to be on guard constantly, so I rarely indulge. Gazing down on the humans below, I have no doubt a few of them, if not all, will be hurting tomorrow.

Time to move onto the next area of my watch. But before I move, I catch sight of a tall and broad-shouldered male coming down the street that grabs my attention. Within two seconds, I realize why. It’s Jordan, and he is alone. What is he doing out by himself? Usually, he has one or two wolves with him at least, and I know that is likely a safety precaution for the pack’s alpha. The only time I have seen him alone is when he has been to my hidden spot outside the city. Even the times where we were alone in a room at club Depraved, there was no doubt a wolf or two nearby if needed, just like I had vampires nearby if needed. In the city, it wasn’t smart for him to walk alone. But hell, I’m being a hypocrite seeing as how I’m alone and it’s dangerous for me to be alone too with who I am. I however have extensive training to protect myself.

He no doubt does too, Talia.

I roll my eyes at myself and study him as his long legs cross the pavement. His hands are casually shoved into the pockets of his jeans as he walks nonchalantly on the street. Overall, he looks like he is on a leisurely stroll through the city. I could be wrong, but it doesn’t concern me. A mild ache of longing stabs me in the chest, but I push it aside. I’m still convinced—maybe not as adamantly since he kissed me—to stay away from him.

With a sigh, I start to turn away to move onto my next destination, but before I can fully do so, something out of the corner of my eye snags my attention.

A figure keeping to the shadows is following behind Jordan at a distance. As they pass by a street lamp, the light catches on something metallic, causing me to step closer to the edge of the building to try to get a better look. Waiting for them to pass the next street lamp, I can see that the individual’s face is contorted in hatred and their fangs show in a silent snarl aimed at the back of the wolf they are stalking. Vampire.

Once again, a streetlamp catches on the metallic object in their hand, and this time I’m able to discern it’s a very sharp blade.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

Jordan is about to pass the building I’m perched on top of when the vampire increases their pace and raises their hand, holding the blade high in the air with the clear intention of stabbing Jordan in the back.

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