How do dead men attract so many live women? I can’t for the life of me understand it. It was Halloween night, and I was yet again trying to unravel this mystery. I might have had more success without the alcohol. But, I’d been suckered into the whole situation anyway.
I was at a bachelorette party in a club called Lucy’s. Who the hell has their bachelorette party on Halloween night? My friend Karen. While I watched the tall, leggy blond celebrating her last night as a free woman, I got distracted by … the wildlife.
One of the main attractions at Lucy’s was its dancers. Taking center stage was a luscious piece of meat by the name of Alex. He was a weretiger. I knew this because he’d purred at me earlier. His lithe body moved easily to the music, like a well oiled machine. He was beautiful, but I didn’t pay much attention. While he gyrated to some of Ms. Lennox’s greatest hits, I found what sweet dreams were made of, and it wasn’t on stage.
He was around six feet tall with long auburn hair and the most magnificent backside I’d ever admired. I couldn’t wait to see what the front looked like. While I took in the view, the lyrics of the song combined with my blood alcohol level made me think I might like to be used by him. Better yet, I might even like to abuse him.
Whoever he was, I was willing to bet he wasn’t human. The really hot ones rarely are. Everyone knows Lucy’s isn’t run by humans, though the patrons are almost exclusively human, but I was still surprised to come across someone so obviously … other.
As I watched him, I knew he was aware of my gaze. How could he not be? As my grandmother would have said, I was “staring a hole through him.” On my way to the restroom, I had to force myself to look away from the redheaded stranger before I ran into a table.
My red dress was still in good shape, even after a night of bar hopping with a bunch of drunken twenty somethings. It was strapy and short, but not short enough to look slutty. The color went well with my dark hair and I ran a hand through my long wavy locks as means of freshening up. After rummaging in my little red evening bag, I powdered my nose and reapplied lipstick before leaving the restroom. If that tall, handsome … whatever he was decided to look my way, I wanted to give him something worth looking at.
I reentered the main room, and he turned toward me as if he’d read my mind. His hair fell in a silken mass about his shoulders as he turned. His eyes were a stunning shade of green which matched his shirt perfectly and complemented his hair. I admit, I have a weakness for redheads, but this one made me literally weak.
The top few buttons on his shirt were undone and I tried not to stare at the pulse in his throat as he approached. My smile just wasn’t working and I’m sure I looked as nervous as I felt. Before he could get closer, I walked out the back door. Yes, I know it was a cowardly thing to do, but I wasn’t about to pick up a strange preternatural being. I’d also had quite enough of the party and was taking out my cell phone to call a cab when I froze.
Something was coming toward me. I looked around and realized I’d walked out into a dark alley. Stupid is too mild a word. Whatever it was, it growled as it approached, and I saw amber eyes glowing in the darkness.
“Going somewhere?” a deep voice growled.
The wolf yelped like an injured dog and ran, but my savior didn’t pursue. As the stranger turned to me, his eyes glowed as well and with his long hair now covering his face, they were all I could see.
“My name is Navarre,” he said, and his voice was like velvet. “I don’t know who you are Miss, but you should stay out of dark alleys.”
“Well, Sandra, it looks as if my dinner has escaped this evening.”
Then I understood. He was a vampire. I looked into his eyes once more and knew what Navarre wanted as a reward. I tilted my head and instantly felt his lips pressed against my throat. I’m not sure the exact moment he bit me. Excitement and arousal coursed through my veins like the greatest thrill. He smelled of expensive cologne and his hair fell across my face as he embraced me. Just as the pleasure became almost too much, I felt the slightest pain, and he withdrew from me.
Navarre thanked me for my generous reward, and I made it home safely that night.
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