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“My brothers wanted me to tell you what I am, so I did.” She looked directly at him. Sadness clouded her eyes as she stared at him. “You didn’t take ittoowell.”
“And what are you?” hewhispered.
“A vampire,” she said proudly, with her chin tilted up. He slowly stood. She watched him wearily as he came to sit next to her. She turned to look at him. She looked human to him. She was not extremely pale. He grabbed her hand, holding it in his, noting her warmth. He reached up with his other hand, trailing it along her jawline down her neck feeling her steady pulse. Her ice blue eyes were the most beautiful ones he had ever seen. He could easily get lostinthem.
“You don’t look like a vampire,” he saidsoftly.
“What do vampires look like?” A soft wistful smile gracedherlips.
“Well, for one, they are very pale, and you, ma’am, have a nice tan,” he said, holding her hand up to his face, before laying a kiss on her smooth skin. She laughedslightly.
“Okay,”shesaid.
“Two, vampires don’t have heartbeats,” he said, gently trailing his fingers along her neck, tracing her carotid artery. “You have aheartbeat.”
“Very observant of you, DetectiveCooper.”
“Am I missing anything?” he paused as he reached up and pulled her hair out of the bun. Her hair fell softly around her face, flowing down her back. He slid his fingers through her thick silky hair. She closed her eyes briefly as a soft moanescapedher.
“Your eyes…” his voice trailed off as he gazed deeply into her changing eyes. He watched, fascinated as her irises morphed into a deep shade ofbloodred.
“Vampires… they have fangs,” she whispered, her hooded crimson eyesdarkening.
He tightened his hold on her hair, pulling her head slightly back as he leaned in closer to her, their lips almost touching. “Do you?” he asked. “Do you have fangs,Nadira?”
Her eyes widened as his grip tightened in her hair. A desire to know if she had fangs filled him. Could she truly be a vampire? Her eyes changing color, was that real, or a trick of the light? At this moment in time, he didn’t care if she said that shecouldfly.
Hewantedher.
It had been this little woman he had dreamed about, fantasized about, every day for the past week and she had his cock harder than steel. She leaned her head back into his hand as she smiled, showing off her dangerous little fangs. He reached up to touch them; they were smooth and extremely sharp. She inhaled suddenly as he trailed his finger from her incisors to her lower lip. He had been dying totasteit.
“If I kiss you now, will you bite me?” he asked softly, leaning in closer to her. She closed her eyes and he watched fascinated, as her fangs retracted into her gums. She blinked her eyes, staring at him, waiting to see what hewoulddo.
Hekissedher.
