Page 5 of Love Bites
"Of course it's my business," my savior said to the clawed man who was glaring at him with a low growl. "You compromise us all by hunting here. I understand that you're moonsick, and that is the only reason I will let you go." He directed his hand, palm outstretched, toward the attacker again. "If you leave now, that is." The inflection in his voice let me know that he wasn't scared to deal with the man before him inotherways, and that he was sure to win a fight. The moonlight reflected off streaks of silver in his hair and for a moment, I stared, transfixed.
The guy who had attacked me didn't share in my fascination, though. He ran toward my hero, claws poised to slash. My silver fox wasn't impressed, though. He flicked his wrist, and the other man flew backwards again, howling in the air as he went, much like a wounded animal. He was flung on his back again, but didn't stay there for long. Within seconds, he was up on his feet again, getting ready for another charge.
My silver fox gave a tired sigh and pushed him back once more. "Let's stop this," he said. "You're nothing but a puppy and you'd do better to follow the rules of your people. Run off into the woods, have a smoke, you'll feel better."
Puppy? I eyed the aggressive stranger once more. He did not look like a puppy, and apparently, he didn't like to be called one either, because got ready to attack again. But my scared savior simply turned his hand, and, at the same time, the stranger turned too, as if he was a puppet on a string. "Run now." Silver's voice was like ice, so much so that my blood froze in my veins, even though I wasn't the one being addressed.
It seemed to work on 'puppy' too, though, because he finally ran. Not without a last snarl in our direction, but still.
My hero and I were finally alone.
And I didn't know what to say at all.
What had I even witnessed just now?
It didn't make any sense.
"Thanks." I forced the word out through the thickness in my throat. It felt strangely inadequate.
"No thanks necessary," the stranger before me said easily. Now that he turned to me, I caught something gleaming at the edges of his lips.
Were those... fangs?
And wasn't he kind of pale?
Now I wasreallystarting to sound like my old man who'd spent much of his life warning all of us about the dangers of vampires.Don't wander around late at night without a stake. And keeps your arms covered at all times. The vampires will get you.
He'd really believed those myths, but I'd stopped believing them years ago. It was all just fiction, wasn't it?
But then how had he made the other guy fly? That made even less sense than the fangs.
"Did you get hurt?" he asked, taking a step toward me.
"Who are you?" I demanded. What I really wanted to say waswhatare you, but the question didn't make it past my lips.
The stranger smiled. "You're not going to remember me, so my identity is of no relevance to you."
What? Why would I not remember him? I'd just seen a guy toss another guy around with telekinetic powers. I wasn't going to forget this day for the rest of my life.
Unless he had some way tomakeme forget. I took a step back.
"There's no need to be afraid," the stranger said. "It doesn't hurt." He approached again, and I took another step back.
"Don't come any closer." All the fine hairs in the back of my neck stood up. Like hell was I just going to stand here while this vampire made me his next meal. Those were definitely fangs adorning his mouth and I didn't want to feel them sink into my skin.
Even if my cock twitched at the thought.
Jesus Christ, what was wrong with me?
Why was I always attracted to the wrong kind of guys?
Down boy,I told my trouser snake as it wanted to rise in response to the sexy stranger ignoring my words and closing the distance between us. I wanted to back away, but found myself frozen. Almost as if there was something keeping me in place against my own will—but I wasn't sure if that was some sort of magic or my incredibly stupid attraction.
Or maybe it was both. That was also entirely possible.
The scarred man came yet another step closer, and at the same time, he raised his hand to my cheek. I shivered at the contact. For fear or arousal, I couldn't say. The two emotions warred with each and then mixed in a fashion that should have been impossible. It was a weird, exciting, feeling, and one that left me completely immobile as my eyes met the vampire's.
If he was a vampire.
