Be careful

I watched as his eyes went from the gun he was holding to the entrance to the alley. "No. Please don't."

I didn't feel like chasing him. It wasn't like I was going to get very far, even with the bullet just above my hip. The pain was bearable, but the truth was I could get by without having to move fast. I didn't want to feel my insides being ripped apart, and Bladimir had used silver bullets. The bastard. A normal bullet wound didn't do much damage to a vampire, but a silver one made me feel like I was burning inside. "I'm sorry, but I need you to come closer."

"Why?" he asked, narrowing his green eyes and resting his hands on his hips. Forceful.

I let out a snort. "Because I'm asking you to."

"If you want to kill me, you'll have to get close to me," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Who the fuck did this guy think he was talking to? I had to admit, I was itching with curiosity. Normally no one had the nerve to talk to me like that. No one in my world, at least.

"Fine "I grunted, and enjoyed the moment he flinched. Good. I should be careful.

I took a step toward the moonbeam and lowered the gun. I didn't miss the way his eyes roamed my face, nor the puzzled expression that took over. I had spent centuries learning to control my features so as not to reveal anything, so he wasn't going to get anything from me unless I offered it to him.

"I'm not going to kill you," I repeated.

Ha! As if I was going to believe that.

I shook my head and looked up. Give me strength. "I'm not going to kill you."

Maybe this time he would believe me.

"Claaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa "he said slurring his words, raising his eyebrows above his emerald green eyes. "And the gun is for what, a few laughs?"

He clearly didn't believe me.

An angry outburst burned my skin, and I felt my self-control fade. "No, but if I wanted to see you dead, I would have killed you as soon as you set foot in this alley."

"What about Bladimir ?"

Yes, and Badimir ? That worthless, backstabbing, petty thief. A growl escaped my throat without my being able to contain it. "I'll find him, torture him, and then watch the life drain out of his eyes."

If Harry were here, I'm sure he'd spout a string of sarcasm at me about how stupid I was for going so long without feeding, but there was nothing I could do about it now. It was forbidden to feed on humans without consent or a blood contract. And as good as this guy smelled, I wasn't going to break the rules for him.

Her blonde eyebrows furrowed into an adorable frown. "I have a question..."

"Why am I telling you all this? "I interrupted, arching an eyebrow." Because, even if I don't kill you, I can't let you go."

"Wh-what? "Her heart skipped a beat and, with it, a wonderful aroma wafted into my nose. Spices, fire and sex. A mixture that reminded me of long nights wrapped in sheets by a fireplace. Familiar. Warm. Home.

My eyes rested on the curve of her throat and fixed on her pulse. Her heart was beating so hard it was like a drum in my ears, calling to me. Interesting.

"You've seen too much "I mumbled, but I wasn't concentrating on what I was saying. I just wanted to hold him closer. "Come here. Right now."

His nostrils flared, his pupils dilated, and a subtle blush crept up his neck. Fuck. I wondered if he'd blush like that all over.

"No. Please let me go."

I wanted to, but something was working its way through my veins. Something insatiable. Something dark and obsessive. Something that just wanted it.

Mine.

Mmm... that couldn't be good. Maybe I was delusional.

Not that I've ever been delirious in my life.

Please don't kill me. I don't want to die. I was just trying to help and didn't want to interrupt. I'll pretend I didn't see anything. I mean, who am I going to tell? There's only Mrs. Miles, who lives next door and has a bunch of cats and...

I lunged forward and covered her mouth with my hand. My God, his smell was even more intense so close. I wanted to lick her neck with my tongue, just to taste her skin.

I growled. It was ridiculous. I needed to get away from him. I needed to feed and clear my head. Maybe it was just a consequence of malnutrition or something. Or maybe from a bad blood harvest.

Or maybe he was looking for excuses.

"You talk too much."

He groaned and the sound went straight to my cock.

"I know " I said." This won't hurt."

A spark of defiance shone in his eyes, and I had to admit there was something captivating about that little spark burning brightly in those green depths.

He launched kicks, aiming for my shins, but I blocked his blows. I pushed my knees against his thighs and my hips against his, pinning him against the wall. His fingers clawed at the hand covering his mouth, but it wasn't enough to stop me. He was going to come with me, whether he liked it or not.

One of his pretty blond curls had fallen over his eye and I felt the urge to push it away. It was soft and silky between my fingertips, and I didn't want to let go.

He moaned again, and damn, that sound was delicious.