Night Haven - By Fiona Jayde Page 0,1
muttered something soft, intense and coarse, something that caused Barbie to laugh in disbelief. And when he once again peeled Barbie from his chest, his dark green eyes met Dina’s.
She wondered why her hands trembled when she reached up to tuck her hair back and expose tapered ears. A bloodwolf threat similar to that of a vamp showing his teeth.
“You need fresh air,” he murmured to the blonde, his voice a low caress on Dina’s senses. She didn’t know why her pulse spiked up.
“Don’t you tell me what I…” The nasal whine trailed off as Barbie followed the direction of his gaze. “Typical asshole. Like any other man.” Her voice rose over the beat of blues, and heads started turning.
The last thing that they needed was a scene.
“Get out.” Keeping her voice perfectly pleasant, Dina pushed herself out from the shadows.
Under the perfectly plucked eyebrows, Barbie’s eyes widened. Dina knew what she saw—a freakishly tall woman dressed in black, more muscular than curvy, straight brown hair tucked behind tapered ears common to wolves or aliens or both.
Not someone you messed with.
Another step towards them and Barbie fled, taking with her the stench of soaked adrenaline laced with a whiff of crack.
The vampire didn’t move closer, but he didn’t bolt. Keeping her movements casual, Dina closed the distance between them. His gaze locked in with hers, direct and dark and thorough. Tough chin, a slash of lips that looked both sensual and cruel. She wished he had a smear of blood, something to keep her focused on the job instead of remembering his mouth over hers.
“Nice shirt.”
Tonight, she had dressed up her usual black with a long-sleeved T that spelled out “Fuck U” in black glitter. Perfect for work with just a bit of charm.
“Bad night?” Dina sidestepped a swaying couple in matching cowboy boots. “I thought your kind was all blood, all the time.”
He smirked, gave a small upwards jerk of that hero’s chin. She wondered if he saw her heartbeat pulsing somewhere in the hollow of her neck. Get over it.
“And you’re an expert in my kind?” He emphasized the last word slightly in that clipped, low-pitched voice. Enough to make it sound insulting.
“Expert enough to dust you.” She hadn’t witnessed him actually take a bite, but no one had to be the wiser. She could simply dust him now and never see that cruel mocking smile again.
The thought churned her gut.
She faced him with small shivers racing down her back, trying not to remember how his arms felt banded around her, his body hard and hot against her own.
“You want to dance, bloodwolf?”
She couldn’t risk fighting him, not here amidst the crowd. Instead she flashed a smile, short and sweet. “Let’s take it outside.”
“Now that’s an invitation.”
He moved. Before she could react his hands gripped her shoulders, firm yet kind. She had one second to push back, to scream, to growl, to punch him. Instead, Dina just watched his face as he leaned down and put his mouth on hers, hot, hard and nearly brutal.
Her breath shattered with shock as he pulled her against his body, teased out a low moan, biting her lower lip. She fisted her hands in his hair and let herself be taken, ravaged, swaying among the other dancers under the cool and bluesy beat.
Dina didn’t know when his touch became gentle, when his arms eased and merely hugged her close. His lips left her mouth to trail kisses over her jaw, up towards her ears.
“What the hell are you doing?” She pushed away, fighting to keep her heartbeat calm and even. Her mouth tingled but she refused to lift her fingers to her lips. “I should kill you right here.”
“Yeah.” He backed away, his mouth mocking. “Yeah, you should.”
Her heart pounded now—insult and shock pulsing under a slick layer of aroused fear. Once more she had let him put his hands on her. He could have torn open her throat with one smooth move.
“Get out.” The words came out in a low trembling hiss.
“After you.” He raised a brow when she didn’t move. Even if she was an idiot, she wasn’t about to give her back to a damned vamp.
Another sizzling moment and he shrugged as if he didn’t really give a fuck, and walked towards the back entrance. Dina pushed through the crowd after him, forcing herself to breathe, already reaching for the short blade hidden at her lower back.
She’d cut strips off his skin before piercing his heart and leaving him