I Only Have Fangs For You yb-3

by Kathy Love

  Once they were around the corner from the door and in the dark, wet, smelly alley, Sebastian spun to face her.

  “So is this group of loons the reason you were trying to sabotage my club?”

  CHAPTER 10

  Wilhelmina gaped at Sebastian. When she’d turned to find him at the Society meeting, her first thought was she had to get him out of there. Since he was one of the Society’s enemies, she didn’t think he was safe. She didn’t question why her first thought had been to protect him, but it had.

  Now that she knew he was here about the sabotage, maybe she should have remained inside and let him fend for himself with the Society. Although she had to admit he appeared surprisingly calm.

  “Did they convince you to do it?” he asked.

  She considered playing stupid and denying everything, but she got the feeling he wouldn’t buy it.

  “No, I offered,” she told him.

  Sebastian’s golden eyes flashed with surprise. “Why?”

  “Because you use humans. You treat them like sport, existing solely for your entertainment. Because you are immoral and… ” She struggled for an appropriately insulting word.

  “Narcissistic?” he supplied.

  “No! Well, yes. But that’s not-”

  “Depraved, then?” he suggested, and she realized that he was again making light of her insults. This man had a colossal ego.

  She groaned, frustrated.

  He leaned toward her, a sudden and beguiling smile curving his lips. “I love it when you do that.”

  She started to groan again, but caught herself. She’d be damned if she was going to do anything this egotist enjoyed. As weird as those things might be.

  When he realized she wasn’t going to speak, he shifted away from her and asked, “But why me? I know we’ve never met, so how did you choose me?”

  “Are you sure we’ve never met?” she couldn’t help asking. Given his memory, they could have met half a dozen times and he’d never recall.

  She was surprised, when he shook his head with absolute certainty. “No. We’ve never met.”

  “Like you’d remember,” she muttered.

  He reached out and toyed with a piece of her hair sticking out of her twisted ponytails on the top of her head. “Believe me, I’d remember you, Mina.”

  Her knees grew weak as she felt the slight tug of her hair where his fingers continued to stroke the escaped strand. She told herself to move away from him. To put distance between herself and the out-of-control feelings he caused inside her. He was dangerous, but her legs wouldn’t move, except to continue trembling.

  “So why me?” His voice again a brush of warm velvet.

  She swallowed, trying to ignore the fingers still playing with her hair. Then she made the mistake of looking in his eyes. Golden fire. Her knees wobbled.

  “Because you were on the list,” she told him. “That’s all.” Maybe if she just told him the truth, he’d leave her alone. Stop making her feel like her skin was sizzling.

  “What list?”

  “The Society of Preternaturals Against the Mistreatment of Mortals has created a list of the most dangerous preternatural beings.”

  Sebastian’s eyes widened, and he stopped touching her hair. She closed her eyes briefly; the truth was working. She managed a shaky step back from him.

  ” I’m on that list?”

  She nodded. “Number three.”

  “Number three! That’s crazy. I’m not dangerous.”

  Mina frowned, slightly taken aback by his offended reaction. He seemed more upset by this news than by the fact that she’d been targeting his nightclub.

  “Are you going to deny that you feed from mortals?” she asked. “You use them for the blood and the pleasure you get from them?”

  “No,” he said readily. “But I am a vampire. That’s sort of what we’re supposed to do.”

  She frowned at him, disgusted by his cavalier attitude.

  “Come on, Mina, don’t tell me that you don’t love a nice… long,” he stepped closer to her, his body nearly touching hers, his mouth practically brushing her ear, “slow… bite.”

  She shivered, tempted to lean against him. Instead she stepped back. “No.”

  “I don’t believe that.”

  “Believe it,” she said, meeting his eyes.

  “So you are going to tell me that you don’t bite, ever.”

  “Not just ever-never.”

  “You know that’s not true. You bit me. Well, a nibble anyway.”

  She gritted her teeth. Of course he’d bring that up. “That-that was an accident. A reaction to being caught off-guard.”

  “Uh-huh.” He looked thoroughly unconvinced.

  “It’s true. I don’t bite. I don’t… enjoy it.”

  “That’s just wrong,” he stated.

  “Well, I think what you do is wrong.”

  “No,” he said slowly. “What I do is normal. It’s super and natural, if you will.” He smiled, pleased with his joke.

  She ground her molars, even as her body reacted to that beautiful smile. He really was impossible. She needed to get away from him. Even his lame jokes were making her insides do odd little flips.

  “So you have the truth,” she said. “I assume we’re done.”

  Sebastian’s smug smile disappeared. “I don’t think so.”

  Her breath caught, apprehension filling her. Did he intend to punish her in some way for her attempts on the club? She stepped back from him, her bottom hitting a metal trash can. The lid slid off, clattering loudly in the narrow passage.

  She jumped, and Sebastian reached out and caught her wrist.

  “I really wish you would believe there is no reason to be scared of me,” he said, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand in what he meant to be a soothing gesture. But the touch did anything but soothe her. Her skin felt electrified where he stroked her.

  Oh, there were so many reasons to be scared of him.

  “I’m assuming the Society is not pleased with the fact that you didn’t stop me or my club in our dastardly deeds.”

  He waited for her to confirm.

  “They don’t know. I haven’t told them yet.”

  “Well,” he said, contemplating her, “I’ll give you the out you need with them.”

  She frowned. Why would he do that? But she didn’t ask; she waited for him to continue.

  “I’ll agree not to bite any humans for… ” He thought for a moment. “For a month.”

  “And what do I have to do?” she asked, regarding him suspiciously.

  He smiled, his lopsided, charming smile. A smile that made her very nervous.

  “All you have to do is let me show you how much fun it is to be a vampire.”

  She frowned. Why on earth would he want to do that? And why would she consider agreeing?

  She regarded him closely. He watched her with those intent eyes, no smug curve to his lips, no mocking light in his eyes. He was serious. And it appeared as if her answer was very important to him.

  “I won’t have to bite anyone?” she heard herself ask as if someone else was in control of her mouth.

  “Not unless you want to.”

  “And I won’t have to exploit mortals in anyway.”

  “Absolutely not,” he assured her.

  She considered him. Why was she even giving this crazy proposal any contemplation?

  Because it would ultimately achieve what she wanted. Sebastian would bite no humans for a month. For thirty days, mortals would be safe from him. Not to mention, it would keep her from having to announce her hideous failure to the Society. And he was offering to show her how to be a vampire.

  She did need help with that, she realized. She’d been so intent on being as «human» as she could that she hadn’t seen how a better understanding of her vampire abilities could have helped her in her sabotage attempts. Like with the rat fiasco, for example. Learning more about her undead skills could be very useful the next time she went on a mi
ssion.

  She smiled slightly. She could use his teachings against him. Oow, she liked that. But what was in it for him?

  “Why would you want to show me the pluses of being a vampire?”

  “Because I’m surrounded by vampires who don’t understand how great it is to be undead. My brothers, to name two. They just don’t get it. How thrilling it is. How empowering. Granted, their experiences as vampires haven’t always been wonderful. Sometimes they have been downright terrible, but they are past that now. They have love and happiness and still they don’t get it.”

  Mina stared at him, surprised by his candor. Surprised that the Sebastian Young she’d heard about was using words like love and happiness-and not sneering at the concepts.

  “They are all into this Dr. Fowler guy,” he paused, then glanced back toward the entrance of the meetingplace. “Is this that Fowler guy’s idea?”

  She shook her head. “No. Most of the members of the Society also follow Dr. Fowler’s beliefs, but they feel that the doctor is too-passive in his ways of integrating into human society. Dr. Fowler promotes getting humans to understand that the differences between our species are all physiological. He’s very keen on research and study. The Society endorses more proactive and assertive actions.”

  “Like sabotage,” Sebastian said, looking a tad incredulous.

  She supposed it did sound a little overzealous, but she knew that the Society’s goals were good, although she didn’t think she could convince Sebastian of that. Especially since he was one of their targets.

  She considered that, then asked, “I really wouldn’t have to hurt any mortals?”

  “Not a single one.”

  Maybe she was looking at an even bigger coup than sabotaging Sebastian’s club. If she could get him to see the importance of the Society’s work, if she could convert him, wouldn’t that be far more impressive? He did say again that she wouldn’t have to harm anyone. And it would also give her a month in his company to sway him. This could work. And if it didn’t, she’d be better prepared to take on the next immoral vampire. Maybe.

  “Okay,” she said, although her agreement wasn’t as confident as she’d hoped.

  He grinned and tugged her hand, leading her down the alley toward the road. “Good, let’s go.”

  “Where are we going?” she asked, her voice even more uncertain, although she did fall in step with him.

  “Away from here. If you are constantly hanging out in garbage-filled, stinky alleys, it’s little wonder you don’t enjoy being a vampire.”

  Sebastian reached the street and turned left, trying not to think about why he was so pleased that Mina had agreed to his deal. After all, he’d agreed to not bite for a month. That wasn’t fun. And he was willingly hanging out with a woman who’d tried to close down his club. He should be very wary of her. He should be livid.

  Yet, he wasn’t. He was… pleased. Very pleased.

  Weird.

  For a moment, he wondered why she had agreed so easily, but he cast the thought aside. He was just glad she had. And of course, his pleasure was clearly derived from the opportunity to corrupt one of Dr. Fowler’s followers. Bring her over to the dark side. No, to show her what she considered the dark side wasn’t dark at all. And he planned to show her he wasn’t dangerous. Which brought him back to this crazy Society. He definitely wanted to know more about them.

  Even with the lateness of the hour and the rain, a few people hurried along the sidewalk. Sebastian made another turn, heading toward Central Park.

  Since she had agreed, for whatever reason, he planned to start his work right away. He paused at the crosswalk directly across from the park. More people crowded around them, waiting for the WALK sign. He didn’t release her hand, still thinking she might dart. She’d agreed too easily; he didn’t trust her not to change her mind. And she did seem agitated, casting glances at the people around her.

  The WALK sign lit, and the pedestrians moved in a herd off the sidewalk. He headed toward an entrance to the park. But as soon as Mina realized where he was going, she stopped. He did too, turning to look at her.

  Sparks of fear flashed in the air between them. She tugged her hand from his hold. She was scared again, and he didn’t know why. She hadn’t been frightened in the alley with him, not like this, just her normal wariness. And that was when she discovered he knew about her sabotage. Certainly a more appropriate time to be scared than now. On the street, with people milling by.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She looked at him, then glanced at the walkway that disappeared like a gray ribbon into the grass and trees of the park.

  “Why are we going there?”

  “I wanted to show you something.” He’d wanted her to experience the grass and the trees and the rain with her vampire senses-something he had the feeling she’d never done. Too uptight for that. Plus he wanted to have her alone, but he didn’t question that desire too much.

  She shook her head. “It’s late. Can’t we start this experiment tomorrow night?”

  He frowned, wanting to ask her why Central Park would cause her fear. Or maybe he was causing her fear. Maybe, unlike him, she had no desire to be alone. In fact, he’d bet money on that reason. But he also got the feeling that if he asked which of the above it was, she wouldn’t tell him. He was going to have to go slow with her to get the answers he wanted.

  “Sure, we can start tomorrow,” he said, and immediately her fear waned.

  Again he took her hand, feeling her stiffen for just a moment, but then she allowed him to link his fingers through hers. They started back down the street, avoiding other pedestrians and puddles. Neither spoke, and Sebastian could sense the uncertainty still encompassing her. He wondered what Mina was like when she wasn’t so guarded. He’d experienced just a glimpse of it when they’d kissed. But he wanted to experience more.

  He glanced at her, his eyes fastening on her red lips, moist from the misting rain. His body reacted immediately, his cock hardening against the length of his zipper.

  He definitely wanted to experience a lot more with Mina. This agreement was going to be more fun than he’d had in ages.

  “How did you know where I was?” she asked suddenly.

  He didn’t break stride as he considered what to tell her. Finally he decided there wasn’t much point in not telling the truth.

  “I went into your apartment and found your note.”

  She stopped, turning to him. “You went into my apartment? Was Lizzie there?”

  “Sorry, no. I just sort of invited myself in.”

  He saw anger, real anger like he’d seen when she’d informed him of her high opinion of him. Her midnight blue eyes glittered, her jaw set. Oh yeah, she was pissed.

  “You can’t go into someone’s home uninvited,” she stated.

  Sebastian smiled. “Are you referring to that old myth about having to be invited into a place? Because we both know it isn’t houses that one refers to.”

  Mina frowned at him, and for a moment he thought she actually didn’t know what he was talking about. Maybe she didn’t. Her kiss had been surprisingly innocent, and the legend that vampires had to be invited in did actually refer to sex. Maybe she didn’t know that.

  Her eyes narrowed, making her nose wrinkle quite cutely. “It’s illegal.”

  Sebastian smiled at that. “I’m pretty sure what you did at my club is illegal, too.”

  She glared at him a moment longer, then broke their stare.

  Rain started to fall harder, large drops spattering loudly on the concrete sidewalk.

  She blinked up at the sky, raindrops running down her pale skin, making her features look as if they were created by perfect, wet brushstrokes. He stared at her, his fingers curling with the need to touch that smooth, creamy skin.

  Her gaze met his again. “Then since you know exactly where I live, you know that we have a long walk ahead. Maybe we should get a cab.”

  He shook his head. He didn’t want to leave this mom
ent. Not yet. Even when she was irritated, he enjoyed her, liked being with her. He didn’t question why. He also couldn’t help noticing he liked the way her plain cotton shirt clung to her damp skin. Her skirt hugging the shape of her legs. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her irritation away. But he knew she’d run again.

  “No cab.” He reached for both her hands. He positioned himself a few inches from her, their linked hands between them.

  “What-what are you doing?” she asked, her eyes wide, unsure.

  “This is your first lesson in appreciating what you are. So just trust me, and do what I say.”

  She tilted her head, her eyes dubious behind her glasses.

  “Come on, trust me. I’m only the third most dangerous vampire in the city. Or is that the state?”

  When she didn’t answer, except with a roll of her eyes, he added hopefully, “The world?”

  “Leave it to you to see that as a compliment.”

  He smiled, then carefully reached forward for her glasses. She flinched away.

  “You don’t need them for this,” he explained. “Of course, you don’t need them anyway, do you?”

  She grimaced at him, but she once more surprised him by slipping them off. Her eyes looked a more vivid, deeper blue, and he could see the delicate angle of her cheekbones.

  “Okay, now hold my hands and do what you just did a moment ago.”

  She gave him a muddled look. “What did I do?”

  “Lift your face up to the sky.”

  She stared at him as if she truly thought he’d gone mad, but to his surprise, she did what he asked.

  “Good,” he said, watching her. “Now focus on the rain on your skin.”

  Her brow creased slightly as if she were studying his request for a pop quiz later.

  “Okay, let me amend that. Feel the rain on your skin.”

  Her brow was still furrowed, her stance stiff, but very slowly her features relaxed as she did as he asked. Her eyelids fluttered with each drop, her black lashes wet and spiky against her cheeks.

  She pulled in a deep breath, the action making her chest rise and fall. He watched as beads of water rolled slowly over the milky skin of her throat, her collarbone, her chest. The pale blue material of her shirt molding to the curved outline of her breasts, her nipples beading underneath the fabric like the rain on her bare skin.