EnemyMine by Aline Hunter

going from ice-blue to an
almost bluish-white when he lowered his head and kissed her hard. A few seconds
passed and she relaxed, opening her lips, granting him entry. He wasn’t sure
what he expected—perhaps the metallic burst of blood on his tongue since she
drank from others to survive, or maybe some strange flavor that came from her
being vampire—but it certainly wasn’t the sweetness he experienced when he slid
his tongue past her lips, exploring the warm cavern of her mouth.
    The tentative touch of her tongue against his nearly did him
in. He released her arms, running his fingers down her torso, skimming his
fingers over her ample breasts. More softness, the round mounds a perfect fit
for his hands. He created circles with his tongue, a teasing game she struggled
to follow while he squeezed and manipulated the nipples that hardened under his
thumbs. It wasn’t until he felt a diminutive sting that he realized she’d slid
her arms under his jacket and was digging her tiny claws into his shoulders.
    He ripped his lips from hers, determined to know one thing
before they started. “Your name. Tell me your name.”
    “Sadie,” she responded without pause, her breathing shallow,
her face flushed once more.
    Sadie . It suited the sultry minx. Unique, lovely— her.
    Lifting his head, he glanced at Diskant’s house. It took a
few seconds to focus, his vision shoddy thanks to his friend Mr. Daniels.
    Ain’t that some shit? Fuckedy, fuck, fuck.
    He couldn’t take this female inside to a guest bedroom. The
pack already thought he was mad, talking about his instability behind his back
when they thought he wasn’t listening. Bringing a vampire into their midst
would be like hammering a nail into his coffin. He’d wouldn’t just be shunned,
he’d be cast from the pack entirely. They’d send him off with a sincere fuck
you and never come back.
    Take her somewhere else, dumbass. Somewhere you won’t be
seen.
    “I might not be able to claim her in front of the pack,” he
mumbled to himself, unaware he was talking aloud, “but I sure as hell can fuck
her in the privacy of my own goddamn home.”
    He went to his knees, starting to wrap his arms around her
back and legs, when a blow sent him back several yards. He landed on his ass,
disoriented and confused, staring up at the sky. A form appeared, casting a
shadow over him. Long blonde strands whipped around Sadie’s face—her very
pissed-off face.
    “I knew you wouldn’t be any better,” she said, sounding
hollow, her words carrying on the windy winter air. “Goddess help you, Trey
Veznor. I’d hoped…I thought…” She shook her head, her plush lower lip
trembling. “In the end, you will stand alone. When it’s time to face your
demons, I hope you’re strong enough to survive.”
    He reached out for her, attempting to grab hold of her
jacket, but it was too late. The only thing that greeted him was a handful of
nothing. Staring at the space she once inhabited, he wondered if she was just a
dream, something he’d created to make it out of bed each morning. Maybe he was
sliding into insanity. Perhaps he’d finally lost his mind. He ran his tongue
along his lips, finding one final taste of the woman as he did. Then he knew
she wasn’t a figment of his imagination.
    Sadie.
    The wolf inside of him threatened to break free, clawing at
his insides, heartbroken by what he’d just done. It snarled at him, furious at
his behavior. If it were possible, he was certain his bestial half would have
ripped his human form a new asshole. She was gone, just like before. There one
second, gone the next. All because he was drunk, reckless and wanted to
maintain his pride.
    Pride , he thought angrily. What pride?
    Any dignity he’d had was long gone. He was a lone wolf now.
On the outside. An anomaly among his kind. But he didn’t have to be.
Something—be it fate, luck or serendipity—had brought his female to him, and
he’d treated her no better than a common