Actually she wanted to taste him. What in the hell was up with that?
Allison pressed her knife harder against his chest. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to show that she meant business. “Tell me her name.” So she could trust him. So she wouldn’t have to be alone any more. “Tell me.”
He glanced down at the knife. A faint furrow pulled between his brows as if he were trying to figure out a puzzle.
“Elsa,” he breathed the witch’s name slowly. “Elsa sent me to you.”
Her heartbeat began to slow. Her knife slid away from his heart. “Then it is you.” Big, scary, tough—yes, she’d take him, please. He’d keep her safe. “You’re the one who has been sent—”
He ripped the knife from her hand. Tossed it to the ground. And in the next second, his hand was at her throat. Only…something was wrong. Something sharp had burst from his fingertips.
Claws?
He had claws at her throat. Why would—
“I’m the one she sent,” he growled. “I’m the one who’s here to—”
A shout broke the night. Not so much a shout, but more a bellow that was her name.
The watcher. She’d only been in town a few hours. Had he already caught up to her?
Thain’s head whipped to the right. His nostrils twitched. “Vampire.” He said the word like a curse.
Because it was.
Most thought vampires weren’t real. Just stories to tell in order to frighten children.
She’d been a scared child once. She’d seen the vampire that came into her house. That fed on her family.
Not just a story.
“We have to get out of here,” she whispered. “Now.”
Thain glanced back at her, frowning.
Why wasn’t he moving? Did the guy want to get eaten by vampires? That wasn’t exactly the best way to go.
He stepped back. Well, that was something. Movement. Then Thain shook his head and stared at her like she was some kind of mental case. Yeah, she’d seen that look before. After her parents were killed, she’d tried telling the cops about the vampires. Only the cops hadn’t believed her. They’d just given her the look that said she was insane. The same look Thain was giving her now.
So not time for this.
“Allison!” That roar again. Closer this time. Coming too near.
A growl rumbled in Thain’s chest.
Uh, okay.
Then he caught her hand and they started to run. Not away from that yell. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, they were running toward it.
Allison dug in her heels. “We can’t! Stop!”
But it was too late. The blond vampire had rounded the corner. He rushed at them with fangs barred.
Thain leapt forward and drove his claws—yes, definitely claws, very definitely—right into the vampire’s throat.
Using those claws, Thain lifted the vampire up and tossed him back through the air. A good ten feet through the air.
Allison realized her jaw was hanging open.
The vampire thudded into the side of the alley. Blood gushed from his throat as he shoved his hands up to cover the wounds. He tried to speak, but only a gurgle slipped from his lips.
A gurgle, and more blood.
Thain lunged for him again, but vampires were fast—so fast.
The vampire leapt up and raced away.
For an instant, she thought that Thain would give chase. Instead, he turned to her, breath heaving, claws still out.
His green eyes were glowing.
“What are you?” Allison whispered.
He smiled. His canines had lengthened to razor sharp points.
“Scared?” he mocked. She couldn’t even hear the vampire’s footsteps anymore. He’d run too far, too quickly.
Allison shook her head and hurried to Thain’s side. She knew there was a whole lot more to this world than met the eye. Vamps were real, and she’d heard stories of other monsters lurking in the dark.
Right then, she didn’t really care what Cade was…all that mattered was that he’d just rescued her ass from the vamps. Laughing, she threw her arms around him. “Thank you!” He could do it. He could keep her safe. Elsa had been right. This man—he was the one she needed.
The one man who could help her.
Thain stiffened in her arms. His whole body felt rock-hard. She glanced up and stared into eyes that were too bright.
Slowly, his arms closed around her. His head lowered toward hers.
She actually thought her hero might kiss her. Even wilder, in that instant, she wanted him to put his mouth on hers.
Sensual and cruel…how would he kiss?
But Thain pulled back. He took her hand and led her through the alley and to a motorcycle that waited in the shadows. He climbed onto the back of the bike and glanced over at her. “If you come with me, there’ll be no going back.”
Allison slid on the bike behind him. Her thighs hugged his even as her arms curled around him. “I have nothing to go back to.”
Only death. But Thain…he offered her life.
The motorcycle’s engine snarled, and they raced forward into the darkness.
***
Elsa LaSpene crept slowly through the night. She didn’t head into the bar. No point. Her prey would be long gone by now.
She closed her eyes and inhaled. The sweet scent of blood had her smiling.
Fresh blood.
She slid deeper into the alley. There. Against the wall. The dark stain of blood could be seen in the moonlight. Her fingers lifted and touched that perfect wetness.
So fresh.
The little pureblood hadn’t lasted long. Not long at all. Not once the wolf had gotten his hands on her.
He’d taken Allison from the alley, just as he’d promised. Taken her, but blood had already been spilled.
The wolf had started his fun early.
“You’d better make it hurt,” Elsa whispered as she tilted her head back and gazed up at the moon. “Make it hurt.”
Chapter Two
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Cade drove the motorcycle deep into the forest. Allison held on tight behind him. Her body was soft, warm.
Human.
That witch had lied to him. Set him up. Dammit. He hadn’t signed on for killing a human.
Not one that smelled like roses and looked like the sweetest sin he’d ever seen.
Not her.
The motorcycle roared as he pushed it faster. Faster.
Soon the trees thinned, and he saw the stark outline of his cabin. Small, but made with heavy wood that could stand against the rough winters, he’d thought the cabin would be the perfect place to hold the vampire.
To kill her?
His fingers clenched around the handlebars. Cade shut of the motorcycle and shoved down the kickstand. He didn’t speak at first because the rage choked back any words that he wanted to speak.