Forbidden Nights with a Vampire(89)

 

"I was going to tell you tonight. Hell, I tried to tell you the other night at Howard's cabin, but when I mentioned wolves, you refused to talk."

 

She winced. She'd been so intent on keeping her own secrets, she hadn't let Phil tell his. "But you should have told me." She pounded at his chest.

 

"Why? So you'd have an excuse not to fall in love with me?" He grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back. "Whatever happened to my love being enough?"

 

Her eyes burned with tears. "But I hate wolves. I hate shape shifters."

 

"You love this one."

 

She shook her head. "I–I can't. You scare me."

 

His mouth ticked. "Haven't I saved your life enough times for you to trust me? I love you, Vanda. I will always be there for you."

 

A tear escaped, rolling down her cheek. It was true. He had saved her. Several times. He'd stopped Max the Mega Member at the club. He'd killed the snake. He'd detected the bomb. He must have been able to smell it with his heightened werewolf sensibilities. But how could she get past him being a werewolf?

 

She shook her head. "I've been afraid of your kind for too long."

 

His grip tightened on her hands. "What exactly scares you? Is it my teeth? I've nibbled on you before without hurting you."

 

She shuddered.

 

"Is it the claws?" He released her hands. With one arm wrapped around her shoulders, he showed her his other arm. It shimmered with a bluish light. Fur sprouted on his hand, and it changed into a paw. Claws extended, sharp and deadly.

 

Vanda flinched. She turned her head away and squeezed her eyes shut. "Don't."

 

"Don't what? Do you really think I would hurt you?"

 

She jumped when she felt something touch her cheek. Fur. Soft and warm. He stroked her cheek, then skimmed down her neck. She sneaked a peek and saw him caressing her with the back of his paw.

 

"I'm in complete control," he said softly. "Trust me."

 

He turned his paw and slipped a claw beneath the zipper of her catsuit. He pulled it down and sliced right through her bra.

 

She gasped.

 

The paw shimmered and turned back into a hand. He peeled back the catsuit and bra to reveal her breasts. Her nipples tightened. Her breasts heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. Her skin tingled, aching for him to touch her.

 

She shook her head. How could she want him now? But there was something about him. An animal magnetism that overwhelmed her senses. He was raw and powerful, and it made her ache for him. Even her fear made it seem more exciting.

 

He cupped her breast and squeezed gently. She moaned.

 

He rubbed a thumb over the hardened tip. "I think, in time, you'll come to appreciate my dual nature. I can make love like a gentleman. Or I can rut like a beast." He tweaked her nipple.

 

She jolted. Moisture pooled between her legs. God help her, she wanted him.

 

"Which would you prefer tonight? The gentleman or the beast?" His mouth twitched. "In human form, of course."

 

She smoothed her hands over his broad shoulders. "I'd like one of each."

 

He smiled slowly. "That can be done." He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "But the beast wants to go first."

 

Before she could even react, he had unwrapped her whip, dropped it on the floor, and tugged her catsuit and underwear down to her ankles. "You do have super speed."

 

"And strength." He picked her up and lay her on the blanket. In another second he had her boots off, as well as his own cowboy boots.

 

She eyed the bulge in his jeans. "You appear to be super-sized, too."

 

He smiled as his jeans and underwear hit the floor. "It's the animal in me." He crouched at her feet. His nostrils flared. "I can smell your heat."

 

Her thighs squeezed together as more moisture seeped from her.

 

He lifted a foot and nuzzled the arch. Then he licked her toes and nipped at them. Her leg twitched.

 

"Are—Are you sure you should bite?" She thought that was how a werewolf was made.

 

He nipped at her ankle. "Are you afraid of turning furry, sweetheart?"

 

"Well, I think I have enough problems already, just being me."

 

He chuckled. "I love you just the way you are." He licked a path up her calf. "I would have to bite hard, break the skin, and get my saliva into your bloodstream."

 

He tickled the back of her knee with his tongue. "And I'd have to be in wolf form at the time. So, you're reasonably safe."

 

"Reasonably?"

 

"You can't reason with a beast."