Running From the Vampire Into the Arms of the Wolf: by E A Price Page A

and yet you always try to struggle .”
    He licked his velvet tongue across her exposed shoulder and neck, her body was rigid at the unwelcome touch.  She let out a sob.
    “ Sshhhh, just relax, you always enjoy it more when you relax .”
    “The only comfort I get is that I can never remember most of the things you do to me.”  She said venomously.
    He stilled his mouth against her shoulder.  He spun her and pulled her back to him, his arms locking round her.
    His mouth was inches from her ear.  “ Perhaps this time you should remember.  You’re mine Melanie, you belong to me and you always will. This time I will make sure you never forget...” 
    He snarled and clamped his fangs into her neck.  She screamed as searing agony shot through her.  Her body went limp in his arms, she couldn’t control her arms or legs.  Couldn’t will them to struggle and get away.  Her mind shouted at her body to move, to hit him, to kick him but she was lost to his bite.  She tried to reach for her magic but to no avail.
    He ferociously leeched the life force from her.  Her mind succumbed to the onslaught and a haze settled over her.
    His hands sought her clothes, tearing at them.  His excitement growing with every drop of blood he stole from her.  Instinctively she shuddered as he pressed he arousal against her.
    He pulled his fangs from her and groaned his pleasure.
    Distantly she heard roaring.  The arms holding her up let her go and she fell to the ground.  She felt herself being pulled into darkness, she held on as long as she could before surrendering and allowing the darkness to take over.
    *
    Fifteen minutes ago
    Hans watched as Melody left the restaurant.  She waved a half-hearted goodbye to his family and walked out.  Was he really the only one who could see that her smile was fake?  Did nobody else see the pain she was trying to hide.
    His sisters were giggling and chatting excitedly about the party, whilst his mother and brother looked on indulgently.  They were all going to the Halloween party.  His mother was a witch, his brother had gone slapped on some fake blood and gore to make himself look like a murder victim, whilst his sisters were dressed at fairytale princesses... except with really short skirts and lots of make-up.  If he hadn’t been agonising about Melody he would have made his feelings felt about their slutty outfits.
    He grabbed his jacket moving his sisters out the way.  As usual they yelled at him.  As usual he took no notice of them.
    Acksel caught his shoulder.  “Hey bro’ you coming to the party?”
    Hans shrugged out of his grip making for the door.  “No.”
    Acksel looked at him blankly.  “Is Melody?”
    Hans spun back glaring at him.  His wolf roared within him.  Why the hell did he want to know?  “How the fuck should I know?”
    “ Hans ...”  His mother admonished him weakly.  Hans was 31, there really wasn’t much point anymore.
    Hans ignored them and stomped out the door. 
    He needed to catch up with Melody.  He didn’t want to talk to her.  He was still too angry, too unhappy with her...  But he didn’t want her to walk home alone.  He had to be there to protect her.  Even if she didn’t know it.
    He’d followed her home every night she’d worked since the day he met her.  He’d even made sure she got home safely the night she had thrown beer all over him in Bar Luna.
    He hadn’t known why he had first started following her, he’d just been driven by instinct.  An instinctual need to protect her, to provide for her.  His wolf had been smitten with her from the moment he scented her and he finally admitted the truth he had been ignoring for more than a month now.  She was his mate.
    She was his whole world.  The woman who was made for him.  He’d never felt this way about anyone before.  Hell he could barely stand to be apart from her.  He just didn’t know if he could trust her...
    He sensed affection from her, surprisingly .  He