Page 7 of Lost Girl

We stop somewhere in the middle of the room, at least I think it’s the middle. The obscurity is screwing with me. All I know is, he whips me around and bores into me with those dark eyes, the upper half of his face highlighted by an incandescent ray of the moon.

“Define anything.” He backs me into the stoned wall with slow, precise steps.

That predatory vibe he’s giving off, one so similar to Hook’s, sends another shiver down my spine, but I force myself to breathe through it. He hasn’t displayed any true characteristics of a vampire as of yet, meaning I shouldn't be jumping to conclusions.

No matter how dire my situation may be.

I need to keep my wits about me.

“Name your price,” I breathe.

His arms cage me in, head cocking aside to regard me at eye level, bobbing my throat through a harsh swallow.

I won’t lie, he’s quite handsome, a fact that makes this easier—and more exciting—for me to execute.

“What are you offering?” he counters.

Reaching up, I hook both thumbs beneath the thin straps of my pale blue nightie and slip them off my shoulders. The silky material gives away, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but a thin set of matching panties.

My nipples pucker from the sudden exposure, from his proximity and his wandering stare, too—because yes, his stareisalready wandering, trailing down the valley of my breasts and every inch of fair skin now available for him to scrutinize.

Armand then scoffs a laugh through his nose, a devilish smirk hiking up one corner of his mouth. “Your kind of wench is the most dangerous, did you know that?”

I can’t even help the way my brow quips in curiosity. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Stunningly beautiful with a modest, almost mousey-like demeanor. You’re the most dangerous kind, almost like a tamed siren.”

“What’s a siren?”

Shaking his head, he steps all the more closer. “Not important, little Wendy,” he coos, a smooth palm falling to my bare hip as the tip of his nose ghosts up my neck.

“Then what is?” My eyes fall shut as I give into every appeasing sensation.

“The fact that threw yourself on a plate like a tempting sliver of cake to the rabid vampire with the most insatiable sweet tooth.”

My eyes snap open.

The horrified sound of my gasp bounces off the dank walls.

And the last thing I remember before feeling the life drain from my veins is the fact that I couldn’t even so much as scream before his fangs punctured my skin.

?Man or a Monster -

Sam Tinnesz feat. Zayde Wolf?

The ground is cool, damp beneath my paws from the slight temperature drop of nightfall. Crisp air whips past my face as the pack and I race through the Woodlands from the beach. It’s fairly late after we bullshitted out there for hours, downing two bottles of whiskey for Niko’s birthday.

That’s all we needed to celebrate, really—and a bonfire, of course. Some of the girls from town joined us, along with some of the tribe’s most eligible females. They weren’t around for long, though, leaving us to drink and share a good laugh until the moon peaked on our own.

I skid to a stop at the top of the last hill, nails digging into the terrain as I scope out one last look at the ocean and its broad horizon behind me. Another light gust of wind billows past me, rolling in with the tide. I don’t know why it feels like something is coming, but it sends me in a full sprint to catch up with my boys.

The Lost Boys.

They’re only a mile up or so, scattered through the trees in the same formation as always.

Levi and Soren lead the way. Those two have eyes and ears of gold. They may not strike as aggressively as Cortez and Niko, but they can sense an attack or any threatening factor before the others even have to react. Talon and Elias, in turn, flank them. They’re just as vicious, if not more so given their prestigious and quite uncommon lineage.

And me? I hang back.

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