“This is the second time tonight that you’ve taken my food away.” She licked her lips. Really, was a good meal so much to ask for? “Guess what that means?”
He stared back at her. A faint line appeared between his brows. “Your eyes—they should be green.”
A vamp’s eyes changed color—to fuck or to fight, that was what she’d been told. The irises faded to pitch-black. “My eyes change, the better to see you,” she whispered and smiled. Actually, they changed the better to hone in on prey, so she was telling the asshole the truth.
His gaze dipped to her mouth. He stiffened. “Your teeth...”
Her smile widened, and she knew he’d have a better view of her fangs. “They change, the better to bite you.” She wasn’t Little Red Riding Hood. She was the wolf. A hunter should know that. But while he stared at her, she took that moment and attacked.
Nicole leapt forward and wrapped her hands around his arms. Her mouth rose to his throat. “You took away my food, so that means you’re dinner.”
And Nicole did the only thing she could. She bit him.
After all, vampires had to survive, too.
Chapter Three
When Nicole flew toward him, Keenan lifted his hands and tried to step back. But she reached him anyway. Too fast for a human. She reached him, she touched him—and she didn’t die.
That fact floored him.
For so many centuries, no one had been able to touch him and live.
Even though he’d fallen, Keenan had thought he still possessed the death touch. According to the tales he’d heard, he should have still?—
Her teeth sank into his throat. A razor-sharp slash of pain burned his skin and then—and then, sweet fire...
Pleasure.
Her mouth was on him, her lips whispering over his flesh, and he could feel the delicate lick of her tongue on his neck.
Touching.
His cock began to swell, the need, the lust, rising within him. Her breasts brushed against his chest. Her nipples were tight as they pebbled against him.
Her mouth was on him, her breasts against him, and she was still alive.
Well, sort of, anyway.
When her tongue licked over his skin again, fire shot from his neck right to his aroused cock. Aroused.
Angels didn’t?—
The hunger grew deeper. He wanted to touch. He wanted to run his hands down her arms and feel her soft skin. He wanted to tangle his fingers in her hair. He wanted?—
She wrenched back. Those eyes of hers—not green anymore, a deep, turbulent black—stared up at him. “Who are you?”
“Keenan.” The name would mean nothing to her.
“Okay, Keenan.” She sucked in a sharp breath. “Better question. What are you?” Nicole asked and licked her lips, probably catching more of his blood on her pink tongue.
Nicole might not understand the truth about him, but he knew exactly what she was.
When he didn’t answer immediately, her brows furrowed and she tried to pull back. No. He caught her wrists and held tight.
Touching.
His thumbs traced over the delicate inner flesh of her wrists. “When did you change?” The question slipped from him, but the kick in his gut told him the answer. No wonder he’d been expelled. His crime hadn’t just been refusing to take orders.