He smiled. “You don’t kill when you drink from someone? Really? Is that true?”
I nodded slowly. “I’ve done it in the past but not for a long time. Like I said before, I’m not a killer… at least in vampire form.” I couldn’t help but smile at that. I’d killed hundreds of men as a human man but only a few as a vampire.
It was fucking ironic.
Romeo pulled his hand back and I missed his touch instantly. When I saw him reach up to brush his fingers over his jugular, my heart would have stopped—if it had been beating.
“Drink from me, Vincent. If you won’t kill me and you won’t take too much, I’ll give you my blood,” he said.
I gaped at him. “Why would you do that?”
“Does it hurt?”
I nodded. “I’m told the initial strike is painful but then…” How was I going to tell him how his body would react?
“Then?”
I sighed. “Humans find the experience orgasmic,” I finally said.
He grinned widely. “Is that right?”
I nodded. “It’s the truth.” I raised an eyebrow, noting the lust in his beautiful brown eyes. “If I drink from you, you’ll most likely climax.”
“That would be a shame,” he said, smirking.
I was crazy about him.
I moved closer, bringing our bodies into contact. Romeo’s cock was hard, thick, and already leaking at just the thought of being bitten. I stared deeply into his eyes.
“You’re sure?”
Romeo nodded and before he had a moment to take it back, I dropped my fangs and struck.
Chapter Five
Prosper Woods Chronicle. Letters to the Editor:
“Yesterday I found a giant mound of bear scat. Can someone tell me why Prosper Woods is plagued with this when everyone knows bears don’t shit in the woods?” Signed, “Asking for a friend.”
Greg
“We’ve got a big problem,” Floyd said.
I watched my alpha pace back and forth in front of the bonfire we’d lit in a clearing on pack land in the woods. The town of Fredrick is where we made our home, five miles from Prosper Woods. The town was much smaller than Prosper Woods by far, housing only members of our werewolf pack and their families. My best friend Sam Jackson sat beside me on one of the benches we’d set up in a horseshoe around the bonfire.
All twenty-three adult members of our pack gathered at the bonfire once a month on the full moon to run through the woods and hunt. We usually hunted for small animals but if there was a deer nearby, that’s where we’d turn our attention. Floyd had called us together two weeks into the month which had to mean there was something important going on. I settled back on the bench where I sat beside my best friend and waited for our alpha to elaborate.
Floyd Reardon was a big man, standing almost six foot five inches, an inch shorter than me, the tallest member of our pack. When he changed to his werewolf form, Floyd was nearly as big and wide as I was but as our alpha, he had the ability to change into his half wolf half man form as well. That made killing him nearly impossible because it was when he was strongest, standing nearly seven feet tall in that form. I was awed by him when he took this form and it was a beautiful thing to watch him take down a large animal during a hunt. I’d seen him rip a massive wild boar into tiny pieces with only tooth and claw.
No one challenged Floyd. Not only was he a man with great strength in his changed form, but he was one of those rare individuals who commanded the obedience of every pack member. As alpha he was the law and no one questioned his decisions regardless of how cruel they seemed sometimes. Floyd Reardon was a fair alpha most of the time but even when he was at his most cruel, he demanded submission from the rest of us. Only a fool would challenge the man though many outsiders had tried. I’d watched many men from outside packs fall by the swipe of Floyd’s claws.
“A vampire has moved into Prosper Woods,” Floyd announced.
A cacophony of murmurs began around Sam and me as me as the pack members began to look around at each other and talk. When Floyd raised his hand, everyone shut their mouths.
“How do you know?” Clancy asked. Clancy Barrows was the oldest member of our pack, sixty-eight in human years. He’d lived through the reign of five alphas, Floyd’s being his last. When Floyd turned and glared at him, Clancy shrank back on the bench, casting his eyes to the dirt.
“I saw him out in front of his new antique store in Prosper Woods. He and the sheriff met and talked a while before driving off in separate vehicles.” Floyd turned to me. “Has he been in the saloon yet?”
I frowned, shaking my head. “I don’t think so but how would I know, Floyd? The only newcomer is the sheriff and he’s a nice guy. He’s no vampire. Sheriff Harmon smells as human as any other I’ve ever met,” I replied.
“Greg, we all know you ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed,” Daisy said.
I turned to look at her as some of the other pack members began to chuckle. I felt the hairs stand up on the back of my neck as she smiled at me. Daisy Mae had been a high school crush of mine and if there was a meaner bitch, I’d not met her. The gap between Daisy’s two front teeth had always distracted me, but I’d grown to overlook
