The Nightlife: London (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke Page B

it be like to have a wolf of his own?
    He nuzzled his nose up against her neck, inhaling her
wonderful yet alien scent.  She squirmed harder, and he bore against her
harder, pressing his hot erection deeper into the cleft of her ass.
    “Oh god, don’t bite me!  Please don’t bite me!”  She was
crying.
    Puzzled, he stepped away from her.  Why would she be
crying?  He hadn’t hurt her.
    She turned on him with a pistol drawn from somewhere in her
jacket.  “I’ll take all those pretty teeth right out of your face with a nine
millimeter scalpel!  You fucking tosser!  Touch me again and I’ll kill you!”
    Why was she so angry?  Ana liked it rough.
    “Ana, calm down.”  Her eyes had started to change, lighter
in color, a jaundiced yellow tint.  Her jaw muscles clenched and twitched,
moving.  Her jaw seemed somehow … longer.
    She snarled and shook her head, her aim with the pistol wavered
as she fought for self-control.  “My name is not Ana!”  She was growl-speaking,
a deep baritone rumble that shouldn’t come from a woman’s mouth.  This was not
Ana, and she seemed to be losing control of … whatever.
    Aaron backed away from her slowly, his arms up in
surrender.  “Katya, I won’t touch you.  I promise.  I wasn’t trying to hurt
you.”
    She closed her eyes and panted heavily, in through her nose
and out through her mouth.  After a few seconds of steady breaths, the
intensity level dropped a notch and she lowered her gun.  “Just because we got
on okay, don’t mean we’re getting it on.”
    He watched her, making sure the gun stayed down and the
colors of her aura stayed reasonable.  “Tell me what you’re afraid of.  What
did you think I would do?”
    She slipped her gun into her inside jacket pocket.  Her
hands shook, betraying her anxiety.  “I know what happens when you bite.  I have
seen what you can do to a woman.  I don’t want what you’re selling.”
    This was very personal.  Someone she knew had fallen prey to
a vampire, had become a bloodslave.  Someone she cared about.
    “It’s not going to happen with one little bite.”
    “And when you’re wrecking my ass, and your teeth are in my
neck, who’s going to stop you?”
    “Me.”
    “Right.  You damn near cornholed me just now.  Ain’t no
stopping once it’s started.  Not till you’ve had your fill, and I’m a fucking
drained mess, begging for more.”
    “I am not like that, and neither is Michelle.”
    “Right.  We’ve seen what your little Frenchy is like. 
Watched her kill an entire regiment of Nazis in a minute.  Painted in blood she
was.  Damn near bathing in it.  And she had a man with her, an American
soldier.  He died for her.”
    “And after she killed your enemies, and took two bullets,
you hunted her.  How honorable is that?  The four of you still couldn’t take
her down.”  He laughed, but he was not smiling.
    “She was completely crackers.  If we hadn’t done something,
who knows how many innocent people she would have killed.”
    “I can see how you might think that, but I know what she was
doing.”  He tapped his skull.  “She shared it all with me, as if I was there. 
She hated the Nazis with such a passion.  She lived in Paris during the
occupation.  If you saw what they did to people, the things she saw, the things
she was powerless to stop, you would have killed them all with your bare hands.”
    “I don’t care.  Just make sure you keep your war loving
teeth and that Loch Ness monster away from me.”
    He couldn’t help but laugh out loud.  She’d done it again,
made him smile.
    A cracking sound was followed by Ivan as he kicked through
the lock on the front door of the apartment.  “What is wrong?”  The Russian
snarled as he scanned the apartment for some anticipated threat.  Breathing
like he’d just run a mile, he held his vodka bottle in one hand and a large,
wicked serrated blade in the other.
    Aaron put it together instantly, “Katya