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Chapter Six
Briton
She walked into the room, looking tired and annoyed. Through the window he caught the same scent as before. Briton closed his eyes, just taking it in for a moment. The bartender hadn’t been enough , she hadn’t fulfilled his need . The entire time he had fed from her, he had pictured Liv.
He leaned against the doorway, listening as her father told her not to see Briton again.
He frowned. Judith was a Michaels, of course she knew what he was. He couldn’t blame her for the worry, but he planned on defying the rules when it came to Liv. There was nothing on the earth that would keep them apart.
He couldn’t even imagine another day without her in it. If only the compulsion had worked on her. He would have to limit the amount of time, a week maybe. A week to get enough and then stop. But could he? Could he stop? He feared that once he got her alone he would kill her with love. That was a possibility for certain.
He could change her, but what a cruel fate. Could he hurt her that way?
He knew the answer and it scared him. He would do anything to be with her. Her father saying he couldn’t see her was only more tantalizing.
She closed the door, looking pained and exhausted. He wanted to soothe her, kiss away her worries. He could imagine the soft feel of her skin against his lips and in his hands. He ached to touch her.
It was a new sensation for him.
After millenniums of the same, new was always welcomed, unless it was something like her. She was an unbearable want. He couldn’t understand his feelings. Had he blocked them off for so long that they were extra strong—extra sensitive to desire?
She changed and he watched, not even daring to tear his gaze from her milky skin when she was naked. For whatever reason, Liv was a whole other species in his heart and mind. She was his and he would watch her as boldly as he dared.
She turned and walked to the balcony where he sat. He jumped down and ran for the tree in the yard. Once upon a time, the Mayor of Wolfville had lived in that very house. Briton smiled from the tree, thinking about the way he had spied on the mayor’s daughter. The memories of the young girl, what was her name . . . Sarah. The memories of Sarah, though not his favorite by far, were delicious in his mind. He felt his blood boil as he recalled the way she had tasted. She had given herself to him completely.
Something he feared Liv would never do—could never do. She would remember him in the morning. She would remember the way his fangs bit down on her throat. She would recall him as a monster and tell everyone what he had done to her.
Not that he could fight it, nor would he want to.
He could never have her.
That was the problem. She was a challenge. He had never met one like her.
His heart screamed that she was his, and yet his brain knew it would never be, not unless he changed her. The idea roamed his thoughts like the monster in him had taken over. He pushed it back, shaking his head. He never would have chosen to be what he was, never. How could he make her that—doom her to that fate? Being bitten was a curse all in itself. He would curse her to a lifetime of darkness. He couldn’t do that, not to her.
There was one answer to the predicament.
He could not have her.
From the tree he heard her whisper, “Telling me not to talk and just dance. Asshole.”
It made a smile cover his face. She was thinking about him. She was his. Even if theirs would always be a silent attraction, she was his.
She whispered again. “Night, Mom. I like Josh. I think you would have too.”
His fangs popped from his teeth and his heart ached. It was a lie, and yet she whispered it into the dark night, like it was her wish.
The wind answered her, whipping and tossing her hair about. The scent of her wafted across the grass. He felt the lust take
Chapter Six
Briton
She walked into the room, looking tired and annoyed. Through the window he caught the same scent as before. Briton closed his eyes, just taking it in for a moment. The bartender hadn’t been enough , she hadn’t fulfilled his need . The entire time he had fed from her, he had pictured Liv.
He leaned against the doorway, listening as her father told her not to see Briton again.
He frowned. Judith was a Michaels, of course she knew what he was. He couldn’t blame her for the worry, but he planned on defying the rules when it came to Liv. There was nothing on the earth that would keep them apart.
He couldn’t even imagine another day without her in it. If only the compulsion had worked on her. He would have to limit the amount of time, a week maybe. A week to get enough and then stop. But could he? Could he stop? He feared that once he got her alone he would kill her with love. That was a possibility for certain.
He could change her, but what a cruel fate. Could he hurt her that way?
He knew the answer and it scared him. He would do anything to be with her. Her father saying he couldn’t see her was only more tantalizing.
She closed the door, looking pained and exhausted. He wanted to soothe her, kiss away her worries. He could imagine the soft feel of her skin against his lips and in his hands. He ached to touch her.
It was a new sensation for him.
After millenniums of the same, new was always welcomed, unless it was something like her. She was an unbearable want. He couldn’t understand his feelings. Had he blocked them off for so long that they were extra strong—extra sensitive to desire?
She changed and he watched, not even daring to tear his gaze from her milky skin when she was naked. For whatever reason, Liv was a whole other species in his heart and mind. She was his and he would watch her as boldly as he dared.
She turned and walked to the balcony where he sat. He jumped down and ran for the tree in the yard. Once upon a time, the Mayor of Wolfville had lived in that very house. Briton smiled from the tree, thinking about the way he had spied on the mayor’s daughter. The memories of the young girl, what was her name . . . Sarah. The memories of Sarah, though not his favorite by far, were delicious in his mind. He felt his blood boil as he recalled the way she had tasted. She had given herself to him completely.
Something he feared Liv would never do—could never do. She would remember him in the morning. She would remember the way his fangs bit down on her throat. She would recall him as a monster and tell everyone what he had done to her.
Not that he could fight it, nor would he want to.
He could never have her.
That was the problem. She was a challenge. He had never met one like her.
His heart screamed that she was his, and yet his brain knew it would never be, not unless he changed her. The idea roamed his thoughts like the monster in him had taken over. He pushed it back, shaking his head. He never would have chosen to be what he was, never. How could he make her that—doom her to that fate? Being bitten was a curse all in itself. He would curse her to a lifetime of darkness. He couldn’t do that, not to her.
There was one answer to the predicament.
He could not have her.
From the tree he heard her whisper, “Telling me not to talk and just dance. Asshole.”
It made a smile cover his face. She was thinking about him. She was his. Even if theirs would always be a silent attraction, she was his.
She whispered again. “Night, Mom. I like Josh. I think you would have too.”
His fangs popped from his teeth and his heart ached. It was a lie, and yet she whispered it into the dark night, like it was her wish.
The wind answered her, whipping and tossing her hair about. The scent of her wafted across the grass. He felt the lust take
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