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followed.
Finally, I couldn't stand the scrutiny any longer. “What?” I demanded, turning back towards him and making him stop within a foot of me.
“You are remarkable when you spin,” he said, comfortably. A statement of fact, barely an emotion present at all.
I just looked at him for a moment. “It's my job. It's what I do.”
His hand came up and rested behind my neck, stroking slightly there. A small amount of jade began to bleed into his eyes and I could tell his fangs had elongated.
“I want you to be mine,” he said in a low growl.
Great. In my speed to dispatch the bad guy and avoid getting Avery all excited, I'd managed to impress him to such a point that he still got turned on anyway. Could I do nothing right?
“Well, I'm not available, so chill.” My voice was steady, but the look of hunger in his eyes made my heart rate increase. Damn those natural bodily responses. I kept repeating in my mind: show no fear, show no fear, show no fear.
“Avery,” I said, sighing dramatically. “If you're going to tag along on each of my hunts for the rest of the week, you're going to have to deal with this libido of yours.”
He looked at me with surprise for a minute and then he slowly started to smile. That amused smile he seemed to wear whenever I breached the topic of sexual urges. As though he knew the answer to some joke I just seemed to keep missing. “My, my, my, Ms. Monk. You have grown some since we last met.” His hand dropped away and he shifted his shoulders to loosen up. “By the end of the week, you'll be begging me to claim you,” he added and then walked right past me and out onto the main street.
Cocky, horny, arrogant bastard.
I followed the sound of his laughter, he'd already made it several feet down the road. Simply expecting me to chase along in his wake. I contemplated going in the other direction, but that would only play into his hands. So, I turned towards the sound of his chuckles and came face to face with my first fey.
Why Avery had not sensed him, I don't know. But, I knew immediately that he was one of them .
Long blonde hair past his shoulders, green eyes and chiselled cheekbones. A soft, kiss-me-quick mouth and a faint scent of honeysuckle. He was taller than me - but that's not saying much - and nicely toned. Not overly muscled like a vampire, but well defined under his white close fitting T-Shirt and hip hugging tan trousers. He smiled when I looked back at his face, after taking in the length of his fine body, and simply held out his hand to me. As though he expected me to take it without any hesitation at all.
I did raise my hand. I couldn't seem to stop myself. I felt drawn to his body, his scent, the swirl of his eyes. All rational thought left my brain and only clasping that hand made any sense at all. And then my mind was assailed by images flicking across a screen. One after the other in quick succession, but slow enough for me to recognise who they were of. Michel. Michel and me. Laughing, talking, loving. A sense of utter contentment stole over me, a happiness at the thought of what I was seeing was so very real. Michel was waiting for me and this man, this fairy, would take me straight to him.
It must have been the fact that I had thought of the blonde god-like man in front of me as a fairy that broke the spell. Shattered the images. Made me realise it wasn't true. I gasped, my hand already held in his, and tried to pull away. His eyes flashed a vivid green, a chartreuse in amongst lime and I felt myself slump against his toned chest, his other arm immediately curving around me as he held me trapped against his body.
I struggled for a moment, I fought to free myself from his clutches and then I heard a sweet musical chiming, softly in my ears, and I was instantly lying in Michel's bed. His body draped around me, his hands caressing my skin, his mouth on my neck laying delicate kisses down over my jaw. I hadn't seen that bed for over two months, but his
Finally, I couldn't stand the scrutiny any longer. “What?” I demanded, turning back towards him and making him stop within a foot of me.
“You are remarkable when you spin,” he said, comfortably. A statement of fact, barely an emotion present at all.
I just looked at him for a moment. “It's my job. It's what I do.”
His hand came up and rested behind my neck, stroking slightly there. A small amount of jade began to bleed into his eyes and I could tell his fangs had elongated.
“I want you to be mine,” he said in a low growl.
Great. In my speed to dispatch the bad guy and avoid getting Avery all excited, I'd managed to impress him to such a point that he still got turned on anyway. Could I do nothing right?
“Well, I'm not available, so chill.” My voice was steady, but the look of hunger in his eyes made my heart rate increase. Damn those natural bodily responses. I kept repeating in my mind: show no fear, show no fear, show no fear.
“Avery,” I said, sighing dramatically. “If you're going to tag along on each of my hunts for the rest of the week, you're going to have to deal with this libido of yours.”
He looked at me with surprise for a minute and then he slowly started to smile. That amused smile he seemed to wear whenever I breached the topic of sexual urges. As though he knew the answer to some joke I just seemed to keep missing. “My, my, my, Ms. Monk. You have grown some since we last met.” His hand dropped away and he shifted his shoulders to loosen up. “By the end of the week, you'll be begging me to claim you,” he added and then walked right past me and out onto the main street.
Cocky, horny, arrogant bastard.
I followed the sound of his laughter, he'd already made it several feet down the road. Simply expecting me to chase along in his wake. I contemplated going in the other direction, but that would only play into his hands. So, I turned towards the sound of his chuckles and came face to face with my first fey.
Why Avery had not sensed him, I don't know. But, I knew immediately that he was one of them .
Long blonde hair past his shoulders, green eyes and chiselled cheekbones. A soft, kiss-me-quick mouth and a faint scent of honeysuckle. He was taller than me - but that's not saying much - and nicely toned. Not overly muscled like a vampire, but well defined under his white close fitting T-Shirt and hip hugging tan trousers. He smiled when I looked back at his face, after taking in the length of his fine body, and simply held out his hand to me. As though he expected me to take it without any hesitation at all.
I did raise my hand. I couldn't seem to stop myself. I felt drawn to his body, his scent, the swirl of his eyes. All rational thought left my brain and only clasping that hand made any sense at all. And then my mind was assailed by images flicking across a screen. One after the other in quick succession, but slow enough for me to recognise who they were of. Michel. Michel and me. Laughing, talking, loving. A sense of utter contentment stole over me, a happiness at the thought of what I was seeing was so very real. Michel was waiting for me and this man, this fairy, would take me straight to him.
It must have been the fact that I had thought of the blonde god-like man in front of me as a fairy that broke the spell. Shattered the images. Made me realise it wasn't true. I gasped, my hand already held in his, and tried to pull away. His eyes flashed a vivid green, a chartreuse in amongst lime and I felt myself slump against his toned chest, his other arm immediately curving around me as he held me trapped against his body.
I struggled for a moment, I fought to free myself from his clutches and then I heard a sweet musical chiming, softly in my ears, and I was instantly lying in Michel's bed. His body draped around me, his hands caressing my skin, his mouth on my neck laying delicate kisses down over my jaw. I hadn't seen that bed for over two months, but his
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