Page 2 of Howliday Match

Human. She’s fucking human. She turns and my eyes meet hers, deep, dark chocolate meet her own sky blue and it feels like my heart stops in my chest.

Mate. Mine.

CHAPTER 2

Helena

Alow rumble fills the air as the huge man in front of me curls his beautifully-shaped mouth.

“Hello?” I ask him as his dark eyes continue to stare at me for what feels like an unearthly amount of time. My heart squeezes in my chest and it feels like my legs are trembling under me. I don’t know what the hell is going on but my whole body feels like it’s on fire, burning up from the inside out.

A dancer bumps into him and he whips around, snapping like a dog. “Watch what the hell you’re doing!”

The other person eyes him and it feels like testosterone builds in the air. The other man’s partner eyes the dark-haired giant and whispers something into her partner’s ear. He snaps his mouth shut and grunts, taking her hand and leading her away.

I let out the breath that I’ve been holding in. The big monster in front of me turns slowly and I swear his eyes glow red in the chandeliers’ glow. I wrinkle my brow and stare harder, my equilibrium knocked for a loop.

What is it about this silent, dark, giant man that’s got me shivering and fighting the urge to run?

“Your name?” He growls, low and rumbly.

My body stiffens and my eyes narrow. “You’re being kinda rude.”

He moves closer and I can feel waves of heat rolling off the behemoth. I feel so tiny next to him. I’m a bigger curl. I’ve got a lot of curves for my height. Thick thighs, round hips, full breasts and a nipped-in waist. I’m five foot six so I’m not a small woman in any way but this guy? He makes me feel honestly tiny. Like he could pick me up in one hand and carry me out of here.

My belly clenches. My pussy leaks into my panties and the dark head in front of me comes up, his dark eyes flashing crimson fire again.

My breath sucks in and that fight or flight urge hits me again. “What are you?” I gasp.

“Yours,” he snarls in a low growl that ripples along my skin, burrowing deep into my soul.

I back away. I don’t know what the hell is going on but I don’t like it. I’ve never even kissed a man and my whole body is on fire for this guy and he’s weird as hell. I’m not even sure he’s really human. I don’t know what the hell he is but I’m not buying what he’s selling.

He’s not mine.

I need to finish this job and get home. The dancers around us fly by in a kaleidoscope of icy and jewel tones. Each one of them in the arms of a man wearing a crisp white shirt and a black tux.

I took this gig at the last minute as a favor to a friend but she didn’t tell me much about it and it feels strange. The atmosphere around here is intense and the music whips the dancers into some kind of strange frenzy that has me uneasy.

“I don’t know who or really what you are but I know one thing. I am not yours and you are not mine.”

“You are,” he grumbles. His big body moves closer until he towers over me. My body trembles and I bite my lower lip. I takeone step behind me then two and gasp when I bump into the white-covered table behind me.

“I need to go. I’m busy. I…”. I gulp a swallow when he ignores good manners and leans into me, bending me slightly over the table. My eyes dart left and right but nobody else is watching us. They’re all ignoring the whole show.

His big hand whips out and snags my wrist and as soon as he does, molten lava fires up underneath my skin. His fingers clench and curl around my small bones and I grunt at the sharp pain.

“You’re hurting me,” I whisper.

He stands up straight and drops his hand, running it through the thick black hair on his head, ruffling the perfect way it falls. A hank of it drops into his eyes and my pussy clenches again. His eyes flash red and I look closer, confused.

“What the hell are you?”

He shakes his head and backs away. “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is you, mate.”

Irritation ripples along my spine. I feel like this whole thing is some kind of game that’s being played around me and I haven’t got a clue what the hell is going on and I hate that feeling. It makes me feel out of control and I live for order.

“Y-you need to back off.” I hold up my hand and shove at his broad chest, attempting to push him back more. I need air. Need to breathe. I feel hot and the room feels like it’s closing in on me.

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