Fuck… I am screwed.
Romeo’s key finally slid into the lock on my front door around eight that evening. I’d prepared a large tray of lasagna for him in my frenzy and the house stunk of the human food. I knew Romeo would eat it with relish. I’d watched him devour all the food I prepared, though, it had only been a few dishes.
Thank you, Food Channel.
The door swung open, and my mate stepped inside wearing a black leather jacket that fit perfectly across his wide chest and shoulders. His blue jeans hugged his body like a second skin, and the black boots he wore made him look so sexy I found myself growing hard just from staring at him.
He was taller than me, though, not by much, possibly an inch or two. In human form, he had thick black hair and the darkest brown eyes I’d ever seen. As a unicorn, he was much more colorful—pure white with a rainbow mane and tail. His spiral unicorn horn of the same colors sparkled under the moonlight. In either form, Romeo Harmon was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I was absolutely smitten with my mate. The moment he shut the front door and lifted his face to take a whiff of the food I’d cooked for him, his gorgeous face split with a massive grin.
“You cooked for me?”
I walked toward him and held out my arms, sliding them around his back, and clasping him tightly as he met me halfway across the living room.
“I made lasagna. I hope you’re hungry,” I whispered, my mouth hovering a half inch from his lips. I could smell a combination of mint gum and coffee, but it was the stench of werewolf and death that made me lean back in his arms and study his face. I frowned. “Where were you?”
Romeo sighed and dropped his hands from my ass. It was the place his hands went naturally whenever we hugged like this. He began shrugging out of his jacket and when he dropped it over the back of my couch and squatted to begin untying his boots, he glanced up at me.
“You smell it on me, huh? The crime scene?”
My eyes widened, and I squatted in front of him, reaching for his shoulders first and then his cheeks. “What crime scene, Romeo? Tell me what happened.”
“What do your senses pick up?”
He tested me like this a lot. At first it had been because he had a fascination with the supernatural. But later on, I’d realized he was still honing his own senses and trying to work out if there were any shortcuts to figuring out his life as a paranormal creature. His unicorn ancestry had been buried for centuries, and he was still getting accustomed to being a shifter even though he was probably the most powerful supernatural being in the world.
“I smell death, though, not recent, and there is a hint of werewolf on your clothes. It’s not recent either.” I wrinkled my nose. “Doesn’t mean I don’t have the overwhelming urge to burn everything you’re wearing right now.”
Romeo smirked as he kicked out of his second shoe and stood. I straightened also. “Great. I should manufacture a new cologne for men,” he said. “I can see the ad campaign now.” He held up both hands as though he was displaying a bottle.
“Try our new scent…WTF. Werewolf with just a touch of fatality…for men who want to make their partner scream,” he said in an announcer voice.
I laughed, relieved that Romeo had the ability to sweep into a room and brighten my mood like no other. “Come on and eat, idiot. I can hear your stomach growling, and I want to hear all about your day.”
Romeo chuckled but he followed me to the table I’d laid out for him. There was a basket of crispy garlic bread, and a large pan of lasagna sitting on a trivet in the middle of the table. When we sat down, and I uncovered the cheesy treat, I watched his eyes widen in delight. I could almost hear him begin to salivate. He looked up at me and reached for my hand, pulling me toward him, and kissing me softly before leaning back still holding my hand.
“Thank you, baby. I know that it must have been hard for you to do this for me.”
“It was an act of love, Romeo,” I said quietly. “Those are never hard.”
He stared into my eyes and after a little bit, I pulled out of his grasp, feeling the weight of his stare as I began dishing up his food. I watched as he ate, sipping at the wine I’d uncorked, unable to stomach human food at the moment. A different kind of hunger raged just under the surface, and I realized it had been over two weeks since I’d tasted any blood.
Romeo and I had discussed having me drink from him many times since that first time when I’d been so ravished, I’d been unable to hide my fangs from him. I’d assured him over and over that I could easily feed on animals which is why I’d chosen to live in a wooded area. Tonight, was different. I had no desire to wait and as I listened to him moan over the food I’d made for him, my fangs dropped. Romeo looked up and caught me at just the wrong
