"So, your place or mine?" He asked. His eyes were locked onto mine with an intensity that made chills run down my spine. They were like ice blue pools, pulling me further and further in with every passing second. I felt everything he did, even without my empath powers.
Something flickered in those ice blue eyes, like a frozen fire. Cold, piercing, seeing right through me.
A flash of cold fear flooded my veins, mirroring his, as realization ran through them. He knew.
I realized I'd been staring at him for far too long. "W-what?" I stammered, doing my best to try and act like I hadn't been caught completely off guard. "I said, your place or mine?" "Excuse me?" "You heard me, baby girl.." His voice was velvety smooth, giving me cold chills. Stop being an idiot, Samantha... I silently told myself, and turned around, digging through my backpack, pretending to look for a pencil. I could feel his eyes, staring at me, but I didn't turn around. I kept rummaging through my backpack, scrounging desperately for something to distract me from his unnerving gaze.
Then, feather light and warm, I felt him reach out, barely brushing against me, he ran his fingertips down my back. They slid between my shoulderblades, tracing my spine, sending shivers through my entire body. His fingers stopped at the bottom of my ribcage, curling around my side, making me bite my lip.
Oh the irony, I thought, Samantha Blackwater, werewolf and Hunter..seduced by damn back rub.
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Blood Borne
ParanormalA vampire who's been raised as a soldier, a deadly efficient killing machine. A werewolf who has psychic empath powers. An accidental touch during a biology class that sparks an undeniable connection... Meet Devon Thorne, a vampire who's been rais...
