Supernatural Enforcement Bureau, Book 1, The Dragon and The Vampire: Book 1 by A K Michaels Page B
Authors: A K Michaels
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genre, age, type. She used to love to read, only stopping after her brother was taken. She needed to be on alert at all times. If she was engrossed in a book she would’ve been caught long ago.
Starr’s fingers ran over the spines of several books as she tried to decide which one to read. An old classic or a new romance? Choices, choices, she wasn’t sure and was astonished that those types of books would even be there. She couldn’t see the large Vampire sitting reading a romance.
A thought passed through her–maybe those books were a girlfriend’s. Her stomach clenched and her hand jumped away from the romance as if it were a stick of dynamite. Her hand wandered again and she grabbed a newish thriller, turned and carried it to the leather recliner set in front of the window.
Sitting down, pulling her legs up, opening the book, she started to read...totally getting lost in the story.
*****
That was where Ronan found her several hours later, after he had beaten his punch bag so severely that it now lay in tatters in his gym. He had taken a shower in the bath attached to the gym, pulling on a pair of spare jogging pants he had lying around in the room. He sensed her before he saw her, she was totally unaware that he was there. Ronan watched as she nibbled her lip, her eyes widening then her head nodding slightly as she read, curled up in his chair.
Ronan’s jaw clenched tightly at the sight, she seemed so...perfect...in his space. He could even see himself lying back with her curled up on top of him as she read. It was a sight he knew wouldn’t happen, couldn’t happen, and he clenched his jaw tighter.
It took him a few minutes to regain control and then he coughed, making Starr jump almost right off the chair. Her head spun around and found him watching her, a small smile crept onto her face.
Starr seemed to steel herself before she spoke. “Hi, you killed the bag yet, Fang?”
Ronan laughed, not expecting her to make fun of him in such a way. When he stopped, she was still watching him, wary, as if he was a wild animal she wasn’t sure of. Maybe he was.
“Yeah, I kinda did. I’ll need a new one. Are you okay? Hungry?” Ronan’s body had relaxed slightly, after the laughter broke the tension in his body, and his tone was friendly, but not overly so.
Starr nodded. “Yes, I’m starving actually, what do you have?”
Ronan realized he would need to get some groceries delivered, not just the basics that Esther got sent up earlier. “There’s bread, some stuff for sandwiches, bacon, eggs, milk...”
Starr stood up. “I’ll make an omelet, that’s fine for now.”
Starr walked through to the kitchen and he followed, noting she didn’t have a bra on underneath her top. Ronan was certain he could make out the small buds of her nipples straining against the material of her vest. His stomach clenched again and he almost snarled aloud.
Ronan needed some space, he had to get out of the apartment, before he did something he knew he would regret. He left Starr in the kitchen and went to his own room, getting dressed quickly before returning. The smell of the food met him and he stopped at the door, not entering the area that Starr occupied.
“I’m going to go get some supplies and I have some work things I need to check on. Esther has already put all the wards ‘n stuff up so you are perfectly safe. I won’t be long.” Ronan didn’t give her the chance to argue, he turned and got out of there as quick as he could.
He had only taken two steps down the hall towards the elevator when he heard the lock and chain being engaged on the door.
*****
Starr was just about to react to Ronan’s words, when she realized he no longer stood in the doorway. He had moved so fast that she had no time to tell him ‘No, don’t leave me alone’ her words dying on her lips as fear gnawed at her belly.
She knew that Esther had placed spells and wards, but she felt very vulnerable indoors, always had. Starr
Starr’s fingers ran over the spines of several books as she tried to decide which one to read. An old classic or a new romance? Choices, choices, she wasn’t sure and was astonished that those types of books would even be there. She couldn’t see the large Vampire sitting reading a romance.
A thought passed through her–maybe those books were a girlfriend’s. Her stomach clenched and her hand jumped away from the romance as if it were a stick of dynamite. Her hand wandered again and she grabbed a newish thriller, turned and carried it to the leather recliner set in front of the window.
Sitting down, pulling her legs up, opening the book, she started to read...totally getting lost in the story.
*****
That was where Ronan found her several hours later, after he had beaten his punch bag so severely that it now lay in tatters in his gym. He had taken a shower in the bath attached to the gym, pulling on a pair of spare jogging pants he had lying around in the room. He sensed her before he saw her, she was totally unaware that he was there. Ronan watched as she nibbled her lip, her eyes widening then her head nodding slightly as she read, curled up in his chair.
Ronan’s jaw clenched tightly at the sight, she seemed so...perfect...in his space. He could even see himself lying back with her curled up on top of him as she read. It was a sight he knew wouldn’t happen, couldn’t happen, and he clenched his jaw tighter.
It took him a few minutes to regain control and then he coughed, making Starr jump almost right off the chair. Her head spun around and found him watching her, a small smile crept onto her face.
Starr seemed to steel herself before she spoke. “Hi, you killed the bag yet, Fang?”
Ronan laughed, not expecting her to make fun of him in such a way. When he stopped, she was still watching him, wary, as if he was a wild animal she wasn’t sure of. Maybe he was.
“Yeah, I kinda did. I’ll need a new one. Are you okay? Hungry?” Ronan’s body had relaxed slightly, after the laughter broke the tension in his body, and his tone was friendly, but not overly so.
Starr nodded. “Yes, I’m starving actually, what do you have?”
Ronan realized he would need to get some groceries delivered, not just the basics that Esther got sent up earlier. “There’s bread, some stuff for sandwiches, bacon, eggs, milk...”
Starr stood up. “I’ll make an omelet, that’s fine for now.”
Starr walked through to the kitchen and he followed, noting she didn’t have a bra on underneath her top. Ronan was certain he could make out the small buds of her nipples straining against the material of her vest. His stomach clenched again and he almost snarled aloud.
Ronan needed some space, he had to get out of the apartment, before he did something he knew he would regret. He left Starr in the kitchen and went to his own room, getting dressed quickly before returning. The smell of the food met him and he stopped at the door, not entering the area that Starr occupied.
“I’m going to go get some supplies and I have some work things I need to check on. Esther has already put all the wards ‘n stuff up so you are perfectly safe. I won’t be long.” Ronan didn’t give her the chance to argue, he turned and got out of there as quick as he could.
He had only taken two steps down the hall towards the elevator when he heard the lock and chain being engaged on the door.
*****
Starr was just about to react to Ronan’s words, when she realized he no longer stood in the doorway. He had moved so fast that she had no time to tell him ‘No, don’t leave me alone’ her words dying on her lips as fear gnawed at her belly.
She knew that Esther had placed spells and wards, but she felt very vulnerable indoors, always had. Starr
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