He ran his hands through his thick wavy chestnut hair, cut right above his ears, short enough to be presentable but long enough to run your fingers through, not that I thought about running my fingers through Mike Malone’s hair. “Annie, I would love a beer if you have one.”
“I got Coronas and limes. Want one?” I held the refrigerator door open, while I grabbed one bottle for myself.
“My favorite, you better believe I’ll have one,” He answered, still standing next to me. “Great, go have a seat, make yourself comfortable. I’ll bring the drink to you in a jiffy.”
I grabbed another Corona out of the fridge along with the half of a lime left over from earlier. I sliced the lime and opened the Coronas. When I made it back to the living room, Malone was kicked back on the couch looking comfy and very, very sexy. He had taken off his jacket and lounged in a tight, well-worn black t-shirt. It hugged his chest and made his biceps look even larger than normal. He also wore a nicely faded pair of blue jeans which stretched over the long lean muscles of his legs. He looked…good, but odd seeing him without the normal dress shirt and tie.
No macho cop with all the swagger and pretense of a school yard bully, in his place sat a man who was comfortable with his strength, confident in his masculine appeal and not one iota of jackass radiated from him at all. Odd. But I liked it. It would take some getting used to, this off duty Malone, but I had a feeling I’d get the chance to know the real Malone a lot better. And with no complaints.
Malone was definitely an attractive man. A large attractive man. Well, over six two and probably at least 200 pounds of solid muscle. He looked like a body builder, though not as beefy and scary. Much prettier. His dark starling blue eyes could possibly tell me everything… or nothing at all. A solid square jaw and perfectly straight nose, that surprisingly had never been broken, adorned his face. Most guys of his age, size, and profession had broken their noses at least once.
But, the feature I found the most interesting, his mouth. Full, soft, and comforting lips that could also be hard and demanding or filled with pleasure, or so I imagined. Damn, the alcohol already camped out in my head. Maybe I shouldn’t have grabbed another Corona. I already drank two earlier when Galen had been here.
Right, Galen. The vampire with an angel’s face. How could I forget him?
First one man shared my sofa and now another. What the hell was I doing? Of course this guy was actually a man, not a vampire. I didn’t have to worry about fangs with Mike.
I couldn’t help myself and smiled as I handed him the beer, he smiled back and couldn’t seem to take his eyes off me as I sat down next to him.
“You look good tonight, Annie. A little color in your cheeks and your hair is kinda wild. It looks good on you.”
I couldn’t think of a snappy retort so I just said, “Thanks.” I looked around and then back at him. “So about the lack of preternatural activity…”
“You know what, let’s not talk work tonight. Can we just sit here like normal people and not talk about vamps and ghouls, werewolves or witches, no offense, and just not be cops for a little while?” His sigh filled the room. He had been a cop a lot longer than me; I imagined it could get to you after a while.
I thought about it. Just to sit and be normal people. I really liked the sound of that. “Sounds great.” Not thinking about it, I scooted a little closer to him. He took my inch and pulled me for a mile, wrapping his arms around me and drawing me next to him. He snuggled me in close, threw one arm around me, and then crooked his head so it rested against mine.
I was surprised but didn’t struggle. In fact, I found it so comforting I snuggled in even closer.
We sat for a while. Neither of us said anything as we just sat cuddled together drinking beer. After a bit he leaned over and put his empty beer on the end table, grabbed mine and did the same.
Then he kissed me, blowing me out of the water.
He tasted of beer and lime and that wonderfulness I have come to associate with Mike Malone. His lips, soft yet firm, explored mine, his tongue darted into my mouth and fireworks rocked me with the promise of what his tongue could do to other parts of my body.
Maybe it was the beer, or maybe just my need to feel a man inside me without fear of being hurt, but it didn’t take long for things to move farther than a kiss. Mike passed second, worked on third and maybe thought about making the home stretch when my good sense came back to me.
Sudden awareness told me I was completely naked on the sofa with Mike Malone. How the hell…? But I couldn’t keep my train of thought as his lips blazed a trail from my belly button all the way down to my aching wet core. His tongue drove me toward the edge and pushed me into a place of pleasure I had never been before. He plunged one of his large fingers deep inside me and my whole body quivered in response. So close, I hung on the precipice. Another finger delved into my slippery folds. I cried out as wave after wave rocked my body, the orgasm ripped through me causing me to crash into myself, conscious thought became nothing but feelings, emotions, colors, lights. Fireworks shot off inside my brain and behind my eyelids.
His mouth gently held and lapped at me as I came down from the highest of highs, his hands moved, caressing other parts of my body. One hand kneaded a breast while the other caressed my inner thigh. So sweet. So wonderful.
When he moved to cover my body with his I caught a glimpse of his naked shaft. Holy crap, the man was huge everywhere! And when had he gotten naked? Probably the same time my own clothing had disappeared along with my better judgment.
Before I could protest his mouth covered mine. This time he tasted like me. Such a heady and arousing delight knowing this strong man now tasted like me. A turn on like no other, I devoured his lips, delving my tongue into his mouth wanting more of him.
His big cock nestled between my thighs, poised and ready to enter me. I wanted him, I really did.
But could I do this? It was Malone. I was having sex with Detective Mike Malone, my co-worker, my almost boss.
What about Galen? This was going to break his heart.
He didn’t push into me; maybe he felt my hesitation.
“Mike?”
“I’m sorry; I didn’t come here prepared for this. I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”
“Uhm, no. I’m a witch, I am not susceptible to any human sexually transmitted diseases, and I am on the pill so won’t get pregnant.”
His cock pushed into my opening, stretching me, as waves of pleasure threatened to push away coherent thought. I pulled away before becoming lost in the sensation.
“No, that’s not why I was hesitating!” I cried, jerking my body away from his the best I could considering I was under him...
“Annie, what is it? What’s wrong?” He looked at me with those intense blue eyes, face filled with concern. He thought he hurt me. He hadn’t, but goddess help me I was about to hurt him.
“Mike, I don’t know if I can do this. It’s kinda weird isn’t it? Us?”
Concern turned to cop-face. “Weird? You didn’t think it was weird a few minutes ago when you were screaming and clawing at my back, filling my mouth with your pleasure.”
Now I really was embarrassed, when he put it that way it did sound really stupid to protest now.
“You’re right; I was just getting cold feet. So, where did we leave off?” I thrust my hips up to him and tried for sexy. I managed forced.
He let go of me and climbed off the couch grabbing for his clothes. “Forget it, the moment is gone.”
I jumped up. “Mike, wait, stop, please, I’m sorry.” And the sad thing, I really was sorry. As soon as the warmth of his body left mine, cold and lonely set in…and empty.
“I need to go now, Anwyn.”
I stood there and watched him get dressed. Such an intimate thing but it was also sad because I knew things never would be the same after this.
“Mike, you shouldn’t drive, you had a beer.” I tried to get him to stay.
“One beer over an hour a
go. I am perfectly fine to drive.” He pulled his shirt over his head.
“Mike please,” I sounded anguished. Why did I have to screw this up? Sure it might have been weird working with him after sleeping with him, but now it was going to be even weirder.
“Anwyn, I am sorry I came here tonight. I’m sorry I let things go this far. I don’t know what I was thinking. I want you to understand I didn’t come here with any intent of sleeping with you. Not that I don’t think about it. I know I would enjoy it, enjoy you, I wasn’t planning on this. Not tonight. I just wanted to be here… with you. I didn’t want to be alone. I drove out here and saw your lights on. I drove around and passed the house three times before I got up enough nerve to knock on your door.” His jaw set tight, his mouth drawn into a firm line, more upset than I had ever seen him.
Still completely naked I walked toward him. “Mike, please don’t go, not like this.” I didn’t care I was completely naked with Mike Malone in my living room. I just couldn’t let him go. I threw my body against his and wrapped as much of myself around him that I could.
He stiffened, all his muscles tensed as I curled around him. When he finally relaxed he wrapped his strong arms around me. “Do you really want me to stay?” he asked, quietly against my hair.
“Yes,” I replied. And I meant it.
He reluctantly agreed and I led him to the bedroom and watched him undress. He was so beautiful, so male, so human.
I crawled into bed and he crawled in next to me. We lay down and curled up in a tangle of limbs. Spooned together flesh on flesh and fell asleep.
We slept together. Actually slept together. We didn’t have sex. We just slept.
Until, we were rudely awakened at the crack of dawn by shouting and banging on my front door.
Chapter 20
I threw on a robe and peeked out the peephole to find a very pissed off looking vampire pounding on my door. Galen.
Shit. This was about to get ugly.
“I can hear you breathing Anwyn, open up or I’ll forget being polite and just rip this fucking door off the hinges.” His voice was a combination of a hiss and a growl and sounded so utterly foreign coming from Galen’s lips. He was usually so in control, so refined with his British mannerisms. This was kinda scary.
But angry at his rudeness, even though a little afraid, I opened the door for him and tossed all the bravado I had into it. “That wouldn’t be a very nice thing to do would it, now?” I snarked.
“Why Anwyn, why the hell did you have to go and fuck the cop? What, was he on your god damn speed dial list, as soon as I left last night you dialed him up for a booty call?” His nostrils flared, his eyes glowed with green fire and he looked every inch the supernatural predator he was. I even caught a flash of fang. But underneath it all I could feel his anguish, the feeling I betrayed him.
“That’s not how it happened and not even what happened.” I was pissed at his ranting yet feeling more than a little guilty about the whole situation. I tried to stay outwardly calm. Getting riled up would only feed his fire. Thank God Malone stayed out of it.
“Come on, I can smell his stink all over you. The stench of humanity doesn’t suit you, Anwyn.” His sneer turned into a lip curling snarl, showing more than a little fang.
“And the stench of vampire would suit her better?”
Fuck...Malone just couldn’t stay out of it could he? Add insult to injury he walked out of the bedroom in just his pants, no shirt, no socks, just pants. Pants were slightly undone, zipped but not buttoned. Nothing like making it very clear we had been naked together.
Galen glared at him with enough power and hate a lesser man would have crumbled under the vampire power; it was bad enough, I saw Malone cringe, only a little. Just his eyes, nothing else, but enough it gave the vampire the upper hand in the power struggle. Galen’s nose wrinkled and he turned to look at me.
“He smells of you… intimately.” Anguish was apparent in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared as he turned to look at Malone. “So mate, does she taste as good as she smells? I wouldn’t know. I haven’t partaken… yet, though she’s offered many times. I’ve been playing the good boy, but I see she likes to be bad. I’ll remember. Don’t think you’ve got her forever, old chap. You see, you’re just a man, your time is limited, but I have forever.”
“I have plenty of time, mate.” Malone growled through gritted teeth.
“Come now old chap, you know the vampire always gets the girl in these situations.” Galen laughed wickedly.
“Maybe in over rated teen novels, but this is real life, the real world and here a real man actually has the chance to get the girl.” Malone’s response was harsh.
Galen’s murderous look disappeared. He didn’t say another word just turned and stormed away.
Malone looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read and snarled, “Nothing going on with the vampire, huh? I knew you were fucking lying.”
He strode back to the bedroom, finished getting dressed, and left without another word, just a vicious slam of my front door.
Chapter 21
Malone pretty much ignored me for the next couple days, unless absolutely necessary he speak to me regarding work. Galen chose the opposite approach and worked on wooing me with vampire seduction at its finest.
He sent me flowers and chocolates at work, and to my home he sent sexy shoes, lingerie and notes telling me exactly how he would like to see me in the lingerie and what he planned to do to me while I wore it.
Wonderful, but talk was cheap. His fancy gifts were nice, but where was the physicality? After everything I’d been through, and still I had not actually had sex. I know this all sounds very shallow and pathetic but my hormones were sprinting into overdrive.
So close to two drop dead gorgeous men and managed not to have sex with either one. How pathetic was I? Seriously pathetic. I should have been worried about so much more than getting laid, but the whole situation drove me nuts.
Being near Galen always set me on fire even though he did his best to keep the fire barely burning, nothing but smoldering embers with no flames glowing.
But Malone, he could take me from comfortable to blazing in two seconds flat.
Too bad Malone was completely giving me the cold shoulder and Galen just talked about what he was going to do to me. I wished Malone would get the stick out of his ass and try for me again or Galen would grow a set and actually do all the deliciously naughty things he hinted at.
Catty much? Oh yeah. Witch on a rampage. Lascivious witch on a rampage and really needed to get her some.
A flash of power entered the area and I turned to find Mel sauntering through the department. Every man and most of the women turned her way to blatantly stare.
How could you not? She was 110 pounds of curves, sex appeal and power. Her cappuccino skin looked creamy and soft even under the fluorescent lighting, and her jet black hair hung in long, flowing waves. The epitome of the exotic woman, very Salma Hayek just without the accent, Mel used her appearance and power to her advantage so very well.
Her caramel eyes twinkled as she walked up to me. “Been busy huh, girlfriend?” And then she laughed a deep throaty laugh leaving a few men looking interested while others appeared uncomfortable as they adjusted themselves. She had an effect on men, undeniably. Men couldn’t seem to help themselves around her. I wondered sometimes if there wasn’t more in her bloodline than just high powered witch. Maybe a little succubus blood? Hmmm, I had asked her once and she didn’t answer, but she didn’t deny it either.
“So you gonna dish or what?” she asked with a naughty twinkle in her eye.
“What, you didn’t see it all in your premonition?” I teased.
“I have seen a lot I’m sure hasn’t happened yet, but I want to hear about what did happen, the juicy parts I didn’t see, like Malone and Galen getting into it,” she whispered to me.
My eyes widened with shock. “How the hell did you know? Don’t tell me Malone’s been talking. That j
ust doesn’t seem like his style,” I spoke almost too loudly but immediately toned it down. Last thing I needed was the whole station gossiping about me and Malone.
She laughed again. “Come on let’s get a cappuccino and have a little girl time.” She glanced around at all the cops. “Let’s go somewhere private, like the coffee shop down the street.”
She had something to tell me, more than I had to tell her it seemed.
“Okay,” I said and followed her sashaying hips out the door. Wouldn’t you know, I had to walk right by Malone. He didn’t look very thrilled to see me, but at least he didn’t stare at Mel like all the other men did.
Once we finally settled into a quiet corner at the Beans and Leaves Café, I pressed Mel to spill.
I leaned over the tiny table. “What have you heard?”
Mel sat back and snorted, then said, “Gurllll, what the hell happened? How could you end up in bed with Malone and let Galen show up acting like he owns you? You are lucky Galen didn’t rip his head off, you are beyond lucky Malone is human and a cop and…”
“Look Mel, I’m not sure what happened. Galen was at the house and I wanted more from him than movies and kisses but he’s being so…so…chaste, and I’m hotter than a boiling witch’s cauldron. So needing to get me some, ya know? Anyway, Galen made it clear he wasn’t ready for so much intimacy. So he left. Then Malone shows up and he’s all sweet and sexy and so normal and human sitting on my sofa with me. We were so comfortable together, we just fit and then we were about to really fit together… but we didn’t.”
“Huh? So you still haven’t gotten you some? Damn, girl you really need to get laid or you are going to explode. But all those visions…I know you’re going to be getting some real soon. I’m just not sure from whom. You got it good right now though.”
“Mel, things are so screwed up. How the hell do I have it good?” I sighed with exasperation.
“Wyn, you got two hot guys wantin’ you big time, not one, but two sexier than Gods men who want you…and they know about each other.” Her look was ecstatic. She seemed more thrilled about the situation than I was.
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