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According to his research, human women didn’t like being harassed 24/7. He still wasn’t 100% clear on how not to do that, but he was trying his best.
Judging by the way his presence drove up her pulse, heated her blood and set her on edge, killing him might just be her destiny.
With a look somewhere between bafflement and wonder, he wrote down his address. She wondered how he’d look at her when she stabbed him in the throat.
Beneath the haunting gloom lay a forest soaked in secrets, and at its shadowed maw, a little cabin. Inside that cabin lurked death. He, also known as Luke, was trying not to fidget.
She was really into those pumpkins.
He was admiring her calves and considering her excellent takedown technique when she demanded, “Is your dick still hard right now? Seriously?!”
She threw more silver over him, and Luke remembered that he was supposed to be fighting for his life, or whatever. But she was just one tiny little huntress. He had time to ogle her for a bit. And tease her. Perhaps he could make her smile? He did love making her smile. Then she whipped out a pistol, and it occurred to him that she probably had silver bullets. Sigh.
Christ, she wasn’t shy at all, was she? The hesitation, the demure smiles and lowered lashes—it had all been a trap. She wasn’t sweet or gentle or biddable. She was a bloodthirsty fucking murderer. His heart sang.
When Luke had woken up that afternoon with a fucker of a headache and a trashed living room, his first thought hadn’t been to find and flirt with his mate. He’d intended to find and spank his mate for fucking up a perfectly good coffee table with her WWE shenanigans, and also to have a serious conversation with her about how loving couples shouldn’t stab each other.
He stirred harder. Apparently, his mate wanted minimum lumps in this batter. Therefore, he would eliminate all lumps.
Every time she tricked him, evaded him, attacked him and darted away, his wild heart sang, his pleasure swelling until it filled the night.
So, our semi-violent frolicking in the woods was fun and all, but…
“You’re a virgin?!” “Nope. Fucked you yesterday.”
