Hunting The Hunter
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© Shiloh Walker
Memories of that kiss
they’d shared all those months flooded his mind. That
small taste he’d had still lingered on his lips—and she
didn’t belong to his best friend. That was all he cared
about. He’d wanted to gorge on her and couldn’t. Or so
he had thought.
But he could have her.
And damn, he thought, he
would. Cupping her chin in his hands, he lifted her face
to his as he whispered, “You have no idea what hearing
that does to me.”
Slanting his mouth across
hers, he buried one fist in her hair. Her lips parted
under his as she gasped and he pushed his tongue inside
the hot, wet cavern. Sliding his free hand down her
back, he brought her body in line with his. The soft
rise of her belly cuddled the aching length of his cock.
Kendall moaned into his
mouth and Kane felt the hot lash of satisfaction. She
felt it, too. He didn’t know how he was so certain, but
he was.
There was a pressure
against his mouth, just under the curve of her lips and
then an icy sharp pain, followed by the coppery taste of
blood in his mouth. He barely even took notice, but
seconds later, Kendall had torn away from him.
Rage tore through him at
the lost of her body against his. He started to reach
for her, but she lifted a hand, whispering harshly,
“No.”
The moonlight splashed
across her face, and Kane saw the dark stain on her
mouth, and the gleaming white of her incisors. As he
watched, she shuddered, spinning away. “Get away from
me, Kane,” she rasped.
A slow smile curved up
his lips. “Why?”
She tossed him a cool
glance. “I haven’t fed. You look entirely too
appetizing. Now go away.”
“Appetizing, huh?” he
mused, reaching up and stroking his chin. Studying her
closely, he let the wide grin spread across his face. “I
do have to admit, you look pretty delicious yourself.”
Kendall’s response was
that sexy little sneer he found so enticing. “You seem
to forget—when I say appetizing, I actually mean
eating,” she drawled. Her eyes dropped to his neck and
he was suddenly never so aware of the pulse of blood
running through his veins.
Kane ran his eyes down the sleek lines of her body,
imagining what she looked like without that skin hugging
top, the painted on jeans. His eyes lingered low on her
body—he heard her sharp uptake of breath. Softly, he
whispered, “So did I—of course, I’m focusing on a
different part of the anatomy.”
