His body was smooth, graceful even when busting in bolted doorways. Sameya followed him inside the cemetery, shutting the gate behind them so as not to draw attention from a stray drive-by police cruiser. Two steps in his direction, she halted, realizing the vampyr stood staring in her direction wearing an ironic grin.
“I knew my little voyeur was with me.”
Sameya slammed to a halt. Heat hit her cheeks and she thanked her stars he couldn’t see her blush. A big error closing the gate, especially when she could serenade anything that came to investigate.
“Watch this.” The vampyr braced the spine of the man against a mausoleum and sank his fangs into his throat. The mortal struggled but for a moment before going limp. Fangs retracted and he lifted his head, licked the wounds, sealing them. He adjusted his victim in his arms so he could face, Sameya. “It would please me greatly if you would go corporeal while I finish dining.”
Once more, he bit his victim. This time with gusto and the male cried out. Glowing emerald eyes stared in her vicinity as he drained his victim. No point in hiding any longer, she released her magic.
His eyes widened as she appeared, traveled from her head to her feet and swept back up again. Gods help her, but his gawk felt like a physical touch and she rubbed her thighs together to alleviate the sudden ache there, deep inside her.
I cannot be the mate to a bloodsucker. But would the shifter have been any better alternative?
Releasing his victim, he lifted his head.
“He’s dead?” Sameya nodded at the human.
“No.” He licked and healed the wounds.
“You don’t plan to kill him?”
“He’ll die tonight. With my teeth in his throat.”
Sameya crooked her head, studying him. A fine specimen of the male species, it was a shame he was a vampyr. But…she’d enjoyed witnessing him sink his teeth into his victim. “Finish him so I can observe.”
“Come closer and you can experience his death with me.”
She elevated an eyebrow, silently questioning his intentions.
“No hidden agenda. Do you wonder why I picked him?”
Sameya shrugged. What’d she care for his reasoning? All mortals were unworthy of life; she only focused on the worst of the scum. “Not really.”
He frowned, as if surprised by her response. “He’s a rapist of little girls.”
“Then he should die in pain.” She stepped forward. “I can give that to him while you feed.”
A hint of a smile graced his lips, and for a long moment she became spellbound by them. Would they feel as good on her body as they were pleasing to look at? A longing sigh escaped her. Most likely, she wouldn’t feel anything.
Just like I’m feeling nothing now. What a lie that is!
He repositioned the mortal, tonguing his victim’s skin like a medic would a wound with an alcohol swab. “Place your fingers on his neck right below where I put my teeth.”
Sameya stared into his eyes a long moment before redirecting her attention to the human’s neck. She placed the pad of her index and middle finger centimeters below his teeth. His fangs surged out and pierced the male. His victim jerked, but offered no other resistance.
She slammed him with magic a few seconds later, and their quarry screamed in agony. “Quiet,” she cooed to their prey. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he executed mini-jerks in the arms of the vampyr, but his screams had turned silent.
Curious about the mystic’s fangs, she shifted her middle finger to rub along the incisors where they punctured skin. The vampyr groaned.
She elevated her focus; his attention was locked on her. Growing bolder, she slid her digit up his fang to his gum line. His grip tightened on the mortal as a rattling breath left the human’s lungs, expiring much too soon in Sameya’s judgment.
He released their quarry, clasped her wrist with his fingers and pushed her back against the same mausoleum he’d held his prey against minutes before. In her personal space, with his big body pressed against hers, Sameya didn’t back down, but glared up at him. Amusement twitched his lips.
“Unhand me.”
“No.”
“I will bury you, vampyr.”
“You’re welcome to try, doll face.” He lifted a hand and ran a finger along her shoulder, down her arm. “I’ve been around the block a few times. I won’t be that easy to defeat.”
Sameya shivered from his touch. As if she had suddenly ignited with fire, he released her and tucked his hair behind both ears.
“What’s with the top hat?”
He sacrificed a boyish grin to her. “It’s a statement.”
“What does it say?”
“It’s a mistake to think I’m trivial.”