started to fill. He nuzzled her hairline around her
ear and let his lips graze across her ear.
Maysa’s breathing sped up, and Seamus could sense her blood pumping fast through her
veins, and knew it was filled with the sweet taste of desire. His mouth began
to water, and his fangs ached, craving to sink into her vein so he could taste
her. Without thinking what he was doing, he gently dropped soft kisses down her
long neck until he reached the apex where her shoulder met. He pressed his
tongue against the spot he intended to drink from, letting her salty feminine
flavors fill his senses. Suddenly Maysa shot up and
stumbled away from him.
Alarmed and surprised, Seamus leaped up and looked around.
His eyes turned red, and he felt his nails lengthen. Looking around, he didn’t
see any threat, but when he looked back at Maysa , she
was on the floor against the portable x-ray machine, crying into her hands.
Seamus’s eyes quickly turned back to normal as did his
nails. He hurried next to her and squatted down. “ Shh ,
it’s okay , sweetheart. You’re safe.
Remember? I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. Tell me what is wrong.”
Watching her cry was ripping his heart from his chest. He hated seeing her so upset.
Wanting to see her laugh, he said, “As Alphy says,
‘tell me what’s wrong so I can either fix it, or kick its ass.’”
Maysa let out a snort that he recognized as amusement. Grabbing a tissue, he handed
it to her. After cleaning her face, she looked ready to cry again. “I’m sorry.
I felt so afraid you were going to bite me.”
Seamus’s eyes got big. “Oh,” he said, stunned to
realize who was to blame for her fear.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not mad. You don’t need to fear me. I
understand you are terrified of needles right now. I admit I wanted to taste
you very much, but I would not have done that without your permission. Only a
rogue would ever do that. I have never bitten anyone without permission.”
Maysa looked like she was thinking that over. He helped her to stand up and was
pleasantly shocked when she wrapped her arms around him. He didn’t hesitate to
encircle her within his arms. She felt so good there. It wasn’t a moment that
got his dick to interfere, but a feeling that washed a relief of comfort and
rightness all through his fatigued body.
He kissed the crown of her head, noticing she only
went up to his chin. Maysa’s body shook, and he heard
a giggle escape. “What’s so funny?” He asked with amusement.
“Guess the ass you gotta kick is your own.”
Seamus chuckled. “You’re right. I blame Alphy for this.”
Chapter Six
Maysa hated being so afraid of Seamus’s bite. She knew it wasn’t him she was afraid
of. She just somehow knew without a doubt that he would protect her from everyone
and everything, including himself.
Both sides of her wanted him to taste her. Her heart
was in it, her mind wanted it, and most of her body wanted it. But when the
moment was presented, her body rebelled and her mind shut down.
With her body wrapped in his, she inhaled his scent.
It was intoxicating and did all sorts of things to her, but she didn’t get any
hallelujah chorus singing epiphanies that this was her mate. Her parents told
her she would just know and that her bat would tell her. And her bat definitely
wanted him, but it didn’t whisper “mate” to her like she had heard others had
experienced. Breathing in his scent, she scrunched up her forehead with what
she just noticed.
“What are you thinking?” he asked. His words were
refined, and his voice was low. She could feel it stir up the butterflies in
her stomach.
“I don’t scent that you are a vampire.” Worry and fear
knotted in her stomach. Tears welled in her eyes. “Yesterday, when I saw the
badger, I thought it was a shifter, but couldn’t scent it, but later I saw him
shift so I knew he was a shifter.”
She pulled away and sniffed around the
ear and let his lips graze across her ear.
Maysa’s breathing sped up, and Seamus could sense her blood pumping fast through her
veins, and knew it was filled with the sweet taste of desire. His mouth began
to water, and his fangs ached, craving to sink into her vein so he could taste
her. Without thinking what he was doing, he gently dropped soft kisses down her
long neck until he reached the apex where her shoulder met. He pressed his
tongue against the spot he intended to drink from, letting her salty feminine
flavors fill his senses. Suddenly Maysa shot up and
stumbled away from him.
Alarmed and surprised, Seamus leaped up and looked around.
His eyes turned red, and he felt his nails lengthen. Looking around, he didn’t
see any threat, but when he looked back at Maysa , she
was on the floor against the portable x-ray machine, crying into her hands.
Seamus’s eyes quickly turned back to normal as did his
nails. He hurried next to her and squatted down. “ Shh ,
it’s okay , sweetheart. You’re safe.
Remember? I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. Tell me what is wrong.”
Watching her cry was ripping his heart from his chest. He hated seeing her so upset.
Wanting to see her laugh, he said, “As Alphy says,
‘tell me what’s wrong so I can either fix it, or kick its ass.’”
Maysa let out a snort that he recognized as amusement. Grabbing a tissue, he handed
it to her. After cleaning her face, she looked ready to cry again. “I’m sorry.
I felt so afraid you were going to bite me.”
Seamus’s eyes got big. “Oh,” he said, stunned to
realize who was to blame for her fear.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not mad. You don’t need to fear me. I
understand you are terrified of needles right now. I admit I wanted to taste
you very much, but I would not have done that without your permission. Only a
rogue would ever do that. I have never bitten anyone without permission.”
Maysa looked like she was thinking that over. He helped her to stand up and was
pleasantly shocked when she wrapped her arms around him. He didn’t hesitate to
encircle her within his arms. She felt so good there. It wasn’t a moment that
got his dick to interfere, but a feeling that washed a relief of comfort and
rightness all through his fatigued body.
He kissed the crown of her head, noticing she only
went up to his chin. Maysa’s body shook, and he heard
a giggle escape. “What’s so funny?” He asked with amusement.
“Guess the ass you gotta kick is your own.”
Seamus chuckled. “You’re right. I blame Alphy for this.”
Chapter Six
Maysa hated being so afraid of Seamus’s bite. She knew it wasn’t him she was afraid
of. She just somehow knew without a doubt that he would protect her from everyone
and everything, including himself.
Both sides of her wanted him to taste her. Her heart
was in it, her mind wanted it, and most of her body wanted it. But when the
moment was presented, her body rebelled and her mind shut down.
With her body wrapped in his, she inhaled his scent.
It was intoxicating and did all sorts of things to her, but she didn’t get any
hallelujah chorus singing epiphanies that this was her mate. Her parents told
her she would just know and that her bat would tell her. And her bat definitely
wanted him, but it didn’t whisper “mate” to her like she had heard others had
experienced. Breathing in his scent, she scrunched up her forehead with what
she just noticed.
“What are you thinking?” he asked. His words were
refined, and his voice was low. She could feel it stir up the butterflies in
her stomach.
“I don’t scent that you are a vampire.” Worry and fear
knotted in her stomach. Tears welled in her eyes. “Yesterday, when I saw the
badger, I thought it was a shifter, but couldn’t scent it, but later I saw him
shift so I knew he was a shifter.”
She pulled away and sniffed around the
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