by Michele Hauf
Already standing in wait, Seth hugged Bella and kissed her on the mouth. A quick kiss, but a kiss all the same. Some friend. Severo’s hackles prickled, but he played the cool one, waiting until the jerk noticed him.
“This is Severo,” said Bella, introducing them.
Severo offered his hand, but the twerp stumbled backward and landed in the booth.
“You didn’t tell me you were bringing him along. Bella, what the hell? Three days ago you learn about paranormals, and now you’re dating one?”
“We’re not dating,” Severo said as he slid onto the vinyl booth behind Bella. He made a point of leaning over to kiss her cheek, then tilted her jaw so he could kiss her fully on the mouth. He glanced to Seth. “We’re just exploring mating possibilities.”
The man’s stunned gape served Severo a satisfying victory. “Christ, Bella, you said this guy almost raped you.”
“I would never. Did you say that to him?” asked Severo.
“He’s cool, Seth. And no, I didn’t say you raped me. But I wasn’t sure what you were capable of that night.” She patted his hand. Severo didn’t like the condescending move, so he pulled back his hand and slipped it, fisted, inside his jacket pocket. “Seth, Severo has been keeping an eye on me in case the vampires come back.”
“What? Why would they? Like, come back for you?” Seth quizzed.
Severo did not like the tone in the man’s voice. Hell, he was hardly a man. Lanky and pale, he looked like a teenager. Why did young men think that wearing their hair in their eyes was attractive?
“Has he been filling your mind with stupid fairy tales to get you to forgive his callous treatment?” Seth asked. “What’s your deal, man?”
“You’re a testy one, aren’t you? Elvira’s lovers are usually more subdued. Drained, actually,” Severo replied.
Seth blinked. “Elvira?”
“He calls your girlfriend that,” Bella offered.
“Her name is Evie,” Seth snapped. “And how do you know her?”
“Oh, we go back a long way, me and the mistress of the night,” said Severo.
“The mistress…”
Seth’s sputtering affront did not impress Severo. The idiot mortal was caught up in the vampire’s allure. Actually, he was probably heavily under vampire persuasion and unable to resist the longtooth bitch.
“Just listen, will you?” Bella pleaded with her friend. “Tell him what you suspect, Severo. Why the vampires are after me.”
He did not owe this mortal a thing, but Bella asked so nicely that he wanted to please her. “I believe Evie is jealous of you and Bella. That’s why she sicced her sycophants on her the other night.”
“Jealous? Of what?” asked Seth.
“Of your relationship with Bella,” Severo said calmly. He scented the man’s growing rage. It wasn’t a normal reaction. The vampire bitch had been drinking from him; he could smell the vile longtooth oozing from his pores. “She’s seen the two of you together, I’m sure.”
“We’re just friends,” Seth hissed.
Severo nodded. “But you love Bella, yes?”
“Of course I do.”
“Vampires are pernicious creatures. While they toy with love as if it were meant to be batted about like a volleyball, they will also smash it to oblivion if it serves their pleasure,” Severo explained.
“Yeah? What about werewolves? I thought you guys were the ones who were so protective of your mates?” Seth challenged.
“We are.” Severo slid a hand around Bella’s shoulder and pulled her against him. “You want to try me?”
“Jeez, Bella.” Seth shoved his glass of ice water to the center of the table and slammed his arms across his chest. “I don’t want to talk to this creep.” He sneered at Severo. “What made you think you could invite yourself along?”
“Because you don’t have Bella’s best interests in mind,” Severo stated calmly.
“That’s it, man. I’m out of here,” Seth thundered.
“Back to your vampire mistress?” Severo asked as the guy slid out from the booth. He was but a kid. Couldn’t be a day over twenty. Which made him wonder how Bella had ever hooked up with him in the first place. “She’s seen you interact with Bella. My guess is she doesn’t want the competition.”
“Bella means nothing to me,” Seth spat. He shrugged his fingers through his hair. “Well, you know, Bella. We’re not like that. We don’t ‘explore mating possibilities.’ Christ, now I’ll never get the image out of my head of you and wolf boy here—”
In less than a breath Severo held the man by the shirt lapels. He didn’t lift him so high that his feet left the ground. Didn’t want to cause a scene. “You tell your mistress to back off.”
“Severo.” Bella’s quiet plea calmed the elevating rage that threatened to obliterate Severo’s patience.
Seth nodded agreeably, and Severo set him down.
“Call me, Bella,” Seth said. “You’re dancing tonight? I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I’ve got plans.”
“I forgot to tell you, Seth. You can catch me next time,” replied Bella.
Seth nodded and vacated the restaurant quickly.
“Why did you have to do that?” she said as Severo slid into the booth seat next to her. “Always playing he-man. Gotta be the alpha dog.”
Instead of berating her for her uncouth word choice, Severo leaned in and kissed her silent. The high booth granted them privacy. The kiss did the trick, and he enjoyed it much more than chastising her. Her fingers slipped between the buttons of his silk shirt and he felt her nails dig into his chest. Yes, hurt me. Mark me. Mmm, she was exquisite.
“Still feel the need for dancing?” he asked.
“I have to. It’s part of dance class.”
“Would you entertain the idea of returning to your home and allowing me to undress you, starting with those wicked shoes, and lick my way all the way up to your mouth?”
“I think I’ve lost the mood. I’m still angry with you for being so mean to Seth.”
“Very well.”
With a resolute sigh, Severo toyed with the flatware that had been placed squarely before him. His thigh touched Bella’s thigh, and his shoulder hugged hers.
Her presence did not cease to still him like a muzzle on a raging beast. He would have liked to shove the idiot Seth through the window, but Bella had gentled him again. What a wonder.
Tilting his head, he laid it upon her shoulder. A smirking breath escaped her. She slid a palm along his cheek. It didn’t matter if she was angry with him. This quiet moment meant the world to him. Just him and Bella together.
Must he wait for her to dance before taking her home and having his way with her?
He asked, “How about now? Change your mind about being angry with me?”
“Yes, werewolf.” She laughed softly. “You win. Let’s head to the club and get this dance over with.”
* * *
Severo was familiar with the flamenco style of music. He enjoyed the intricate guitar rhythm and understood some Spanish words the cantor sang. But he’d never watched a flamenco dance performance before. Bella hypnotized him.
She danced with a female partner, each mirroring the other and then at times breaking off to do their own thing upon the small wooden dance floor. The intensity between the two blazed through the small room.
He sat in the back of the club, which was no more than twenty feet from the makeshift dance floor.
The craggy-faced man next to Severo reeked strongly of menthol. He clapped his veiny, long-fingered hands in rhythm, matching the others in the crowd, who encouraged the dancers with their clapping and occasional shouts of olé.
Settling against the wall, he observed through narrowed eyes as his woman seduced the crowd. His woman. Dating wasn’t necessary. Claiming her was, though. He’d already learned her climax. But he wouldn’t truly claim her until he’d made love to her completely.
And then there was the werewolf. That part of him would provide the
final test of whether or not Bella could be his true mate.
A rapid rasgueado by the guitarist brought the women together in a floor-pounding explosion of stomps and hand claps. The crowd’s enthusiasm increased.
The man next to him voiced his approval, and Severo found the beat with all the rest.
* * *
Bella strode ahead, leaving Severo to close the door behind him. She opened the patio door. A soft night breeze drifted through the screen, tickling the chiffon that hung from the ceiling down the center of her loft. A flowery aroma steeped the air, but she couldn’t guess what it was. Mrs. Jones had a wild and abundant garden on the other side of the fence. Wolf boy might know.
She chided herself for thinking of him that way. He was a man, as he’d explained. But she was curious about the wolf part. Yet curiosity led to dread. Vampires with sharp, shiny fangs were bad enough. What would a fully wolfed-out werewolf be like?
Maybe she wasn’t so curious, after all.
“Want something to drink?” she offered when he wandered back and forth before the couch. “I have vodka and Sprite.”
“No beer?”
“I’m not into the icky stuff.”
He grinned. “I’ll take a swig of vodka, neat. But don’t slip any of that fruity stuff in there.”
“Gotcha. One anti-cosmo coming right up.”
Tossing his jacket on the couch, he dodged the bamboo plant and stretched his broad shoulders and flexed his arms. He didn’t stop moving, striding across the floor as if he were measuring for a marriage bed.
Oh, stop, Bella. That’s the wrong image. A caged animal was more appropriate and intriguing.
Was he nervous now that they were alone and sex might be the next step? Full-on sex, that is. Wasn’t like he hadn’t already rocked her world.
If he could bring her to climax merely by licking her nipples, Bella could not guess how wondrous getting naked with him would be. On the other hand, she could imagine such a scenario. But why imagine when all the elements to the fantasy were at hand?
Severo had told Seth that they were “exploring mating possibilities.” But it hadn’t sounded as disgusting to her as she thought it should. Mating? With the virile man who filled the room with his presence?
Bring it on.
Vodka straight had never appealed to her, but she took a sip before handing the tumbler to Severo. He downed it in one swallow, set the tumbler on the birch coffee table and tugged her into his embrace.
“I needed that,” he said.
“I have difficulty believing you require a drink to loosen up.”
“Oh, I’m loose.”
“I know that. I saw you doing palmas while I was dancing.”
“The what? I wasn’t doing anything untoward, sweet.”
She smiled at his teasing allusion. “Palmas is the clapping of hands, which are as much a musical instrument to flamencos as their feet.”
“Ah. Yes, I think I picked it up.” He tapped a rapid rhythm with three fingers against her collarbone. “Yes?”
“Very good for a newbie.”
“You dance often?”
“Couple times a week at the studio. Then I try to pick up at least one performance a week at the club. Next week I have an important audition at the studio. If I can pass, I’ll become an apprentice. After a few years of intense study, perhaps they’ll allow me to start teaching.”
“Impressive. You are a marvelous dancer.” He swayed, prompting her to move with him. “But I thought that wasn’t your job?”
“It isn’t. I do web design to pay the bills. But teaching a couple days a week would be awesome.” She shifted her hips into a sway and the ruffled hem of her skirt swung out. “You dance, Severo?”
“Nope.”
“Never?”
Without a word, he tugged her to him and traced a finger along the low-cut V-neck of her top.
“Not in all your… How old are you, exactly? Are you immortal?” With the slightest push from him, Bella spun out and did a half twirl.
“Close to one hundred years,” he said. “But not immortal.”
“A hundred? I’m dating an older man.”
“So we are dating?”
“I think so.” She did a double golpe foot stomp to punctuate her decision.
“Works for me.”
She stepped out and twirled up to him. Her skirts spun wide and crushed against his legs. His fingers glided through her hair and he drew the veil of soft brown tresses across his face.
“I want to dance with you,” she said.
“Oh, we’ll dance.”
The skim of his fingers down her midriff stirred a rhythm in her blood similar to the insistent beat of flamenco. Bella palmed his hands and guided his movements up, over her breasts. He glided his palms across the sensitive swells, cupping them and thumbing the nipples.
“I don’t like it when you wear a bra. Harder to get to the sweets.” He nipped her breasts through the fabric.
“I have to when I’m dancing. Don’t want to be jiggling all over.”
“Mmm, no. Only for me.”
Bella’s appreciative purr drew him closer.
At her neck he kissed the heat of her pulse. Once, twice. A dash of his tongue sent shivers across her flesh.
A tilt and twist of her hips spun her about, so that the pulse of his heart beat against her shoulder blade. Bella pressed her derriere into his groin. His wanting moan gave her a smile.
He caressed her breast, cupping it, squeezing. His low sigh vibrated against her back. The sound of a man’s pleasure proved a delicious aphrodisiac. Alone, in a room lit only by the low bulb over the kitchen stove, Bella danced with the only man she desired.
Spinning, she placed her hands on his shoulders. The dancing shoes only put her eye level with his mouth, so she lifted en pointe to claim a kiss. Vodka tainted his breath. Desire quickened his motions.
He lifted her with ease and turned her around to set her upon the back of the couch.
It felt right, the two of them coming together in this strange dance that was not quite human and not quite sane.
That thought put her off.
Bella slid from the couch and walked a few steps, the nails pounded into her shoe heels clicking precisely. Severo caught her hand and spun her to face him. The aggressive alpha that she’d experienced most often was not present in his eyes. Instead she saw a gentle pleading and knew that he silently wondered why she was so reluctant.
She knew the answer. It pounded in her heart.
“I’m afraid,” she replied, “that I could fall in love with you.”
“What’s so wrong with love?”
“Nothing. Only, I’m not sure I’m looking at this rationally.”
“And the rational viewpoint would be?”
“One mortal human fooling around with one nonmortal werewolf. How far off the sanity scale is that one?”
“Are you disgusted by me, Bella?”
“Not at all. Well, you initially put me off. I mean, I was freaked that night the vampires were chasing me, and you did come on strong and a little creepy—but not anymore. Now? I find you the most attractive man I’ve ever known.”
“You mean that?”
She nodded. “You’re so sexy. Every time you’re close to me, it’s like my body responds before my brain can process the information. I hunger for a glance from you. I ache for a touch. I want you, Severo. And that scares me.”
“The werewolf isn’t going to intrude upon our liaisons, Bella, if that is what concerns you.”
It did. And it didn’t. Honestly, she was unsure about how quickly their relationship was moving. Sure, she’d had a couple of one-night stands before. Sometimes two people came together to have sex, nothing more.
But her and Severo? It was much more than one night of sex to serve a need. It had to be.
“You’re thinking too much, sweet. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know you won’t.” It wasn’t physical hurt she worried ab
out, but the emotional pain he might cause. Could she, a mortal woman, do this?
“Take off your clothes,” he said.
Yes. Just surrender. Let it happen, Bella. You want him.
Bella bent to pick up his tumbler, saying over her shoulder, “You want them off? Come and get me.”
She wasn’t sure how he made it to the kitchen counter before she did, but Severo met her there, took the tumbler and placed it in the sink, then lifted her into his arms. “Your wish is my command.”
When she thought he might carry her to the bed, he stopped at the couch and set her on the arm. Okay, this was good. Not as much pressure as she would have endured if he had gone to the bed. They were easing into things slowly.
A stroke of his hand slipped the sleeve from one of her shoulders and then the other. His hot breath skimmed her skin from the top of her arm to the base of her neck, burning into her, marking her.
Grasping for an anchor against the dizzying pull of his command, Belle grabbed his shirt in her fists.
He remained focused on her, kissing the bodice of her top and tugging the stretchy rayon lower with his mouth. His hand glided down and slid her skirt high up her thigh.
She began to slip off her shoes, but he said, “No, leave them on. I like them. They’re so powerful.”
He pulled the top to her waist. Her bra clasped in front, and with but a flick from Severo’s fingers, it snapped open and the straps slipped to her elbows. He took her nipples with hungry precision, and Bella arched backward. Mercy, she loved his mastery of her body.
With one strong hand across her back, he lifted her and wrapped her legs about his waist. The wide flamenco skirts splayed along his legs. He ripped off his shirt and then unzipped his pants, and she tugged them down his hips.
Once she saw the prize, her inhibitions fled. It was thick and heavy in her palm. Bella gripped it firmly.
“You’re in a hurry.” Not so much a question as an agreement. “I still haven’t landed on third base.” He reached down and struggled with the many yards of skirt fabric. A toss spilled ruffles over her stomach and breasts. “Let me get your panties off.”
Elastic ripped as his urgency ignored caution. He mumbled, “Sorry,” but there was little care in the word.