Page 45 of The Vampire's Thirst
“Hell no. One was like a giant, super strong hulk. The other sported some nasty-ass fingernails. He flickered.”
“Flickered?”
“Yeah. One minute he was a man. Big but normal. The next he looked like something fromHellboy. Don’t get me started on you. You were all clawy and fangy with a bonier face. A werewolf?”
Thorn’s eyes narrowed as he studied her. “Werewolf?” He laughed, biting into a biscuit slathered with butter.
“Yes. Talk, dammit. I’ve kinda known about weird creatures my whole life. Trouble is, I thought Mom was crazy. Until tonight. Wish I’d listened closer to her mad ramblings.”
“Tell me about your mom’s … uh … ramblings.”
Fin signaled for another biscuit. After he passed the basket, she looked around. “Got any jam?”
Thorn popped out of his chair, opened the fridge, and clunked a jar of apricot jam onto the table.
With her mouth full, Fin mumbled. “You gotta understand, Mom wasn’t right in the head. At least that’s what I thought. She always said we weren’t alone, creatures other than humans sharing our world. Vampires, werewolves, demons.”
“First, no such thing as werewolves.” He continued with a shrug of his shoulders, “I’m a wolf shifter. One of the guys who attacked you was a sloth demon. His claws contain a sedative. That’s why you passed out and slept so late. The other was a berserker. They come from … my place.”
She drew a deep breath.Get your head around this, girl. “Your place? Not Montana, I take?”
Thorn shook his shaggy-haired head.
“Why me?” Fin shoveled in a spoon of scrambled eggs.
“I really don’t know, darlin’. Enough questions for a while. We’ve got all day.”
The self-reported wolf shifter suddenly turned dreamy eyed and heavy-lidded. He crooked a finger. “Come here.”
Fin wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t hop into any stranger’s bed, or lap, either. But this guy was a magnet. He wanted her, and she wanted him. “Why don’t I want to say no to you?”
“I’ll explain later. It’ll be an interesting story.” He crooked his finger again, a gesture which would normally piss her off.
After she rested the spoon on the table, she strolled to Thorn. He pushed his chair back. Fin straddled his lap, the borrowed shirt riding up her thighs. She ran fingers over the claw marks on his stubbled jaw. After brushing aside the soft hair which hung in his face, she stroked his wide shoulders. Traveling downward, she touched his enormous biceps. Fin leaned in, her breasts against his chest, as she tongued his ear.
The wolf groaned. “You’re giving me a raging hard-on, darlin’.”
“I am?”
“You are.” His eyes closed.
“All of your parts are like a human’s, right?”
A big, firm boner thrust against her.
“Maybe I’m a little more endowed.” He shifted beneath her.
“Why do you keep sniffing?”
“Your arousal is scenting the room. My beast is going crazy.”
She laughed, scooting back and forth along his groin, savoring the friction. “Bring it on. Wait.” She slapped a hand to his chest. “You don’t go all wolfy during sex, do you?”
“No.”
Believing him, Fin undulated her hips into Thorn’s arousal as he growled.
Scooping her into his arms, he lumbered to the master bedroom where he threw her onto the mattress, drawing the shirt over her head. “Let’s lose this.”
