Shane
SHE WAS A VISION in black leather pants and sexy white top. Her hair was long, straight, and jet black. Her big blue eyes were simply dazzling. She had a doll-like face with red pouty lips, and she moved with the grace and prowess of a feline. As she walked toward the counter and took a seat on a stool, all eyes followed her, both female and male. She gently brushed her hair away from her face and her skin gave off a gentle glow, looking softer than silk.
I couldn't help but feel drawn to her like a June bug to a porch light. Could she be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen? I'd lived for more than two mortal lives. Never in that time had I ever wanted to meet a woman as badly as I wanted to meet this one. It was as if she had a magnetic pull and the ability to make me forget about everything around me. All but her turned into a blur as my senses focused on her presence.
The pull I felt served as a reason to approach her, so I walked to the counter, with no control over my body, sat next to her, and flashed my sexiest smile.
God! Her scent was an addiction, completely intoxicating. She smelled like a bouquet of roses, orchids, poppies, Heaven, vanilla, and candy. What a feast for my senses! She was the personification of lust, temptation, and dreams come true. I couldn't believe it. I had long since lost faith in finding her, but there she was, after all this time: my soul-mate.
"I'm not interested," she replied to my smile before I'd even opened my mouth. "You're not my type," she added as an afterthought, completely catching me off guard.
What was that supposed to mean?
Stupidly, I asked, "And what is your type?" I'm not normally that pathetic with words, but I'm not often rejected, either. Come to think of it, I've never been rejected before.
The downside of your soul-mate being a human—she doesn't recognize you as hers.
She didn't answer my stupid question, thankfully. She just took a good look at me as if I was an annoyance, and then simply ignored me and called for a drink from the bartender. He had a smile on his face before looking over and giving me a mocking expression as if to call me a loser. Sam was probably gloating at the fact that I'd been rejected, but he didn't know I wasn't going to give up on her that easily. After all, she was my other half.
My eyes wandered down her figure, intrigued by her choice of clothes. She was so sexy my heart hurt. Yet, that was not the safest night for her to enter this place. There was a gang of dangerous predators lurking in a dark corner of the bar. Their eyes were riveted on her. I could sense their heads turning, smelling the air to catch her intoxicating scent.
She was too irresistible to be true, and I was completely dazzled by her. I couldn't even believe that she was there. It was like a dream, and if it truly was one, I dearly hoped I never awoke from it.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked, trying to make conversation.
Sparing me a look, she asked, "Could you just leave?" Her tone was soft but not impolite—far from it. She had a sexy, girly voice, and I swear I could detect a hint of concern. Like being far away from her was the best option for me.
The problem was that she was mine. At least, I would do anything to make her mine. And to leave her there to be a vampire's snack was out of the question. Actually, it was out of the question before I smelled her; now it was a death sentence to anyone who dared to touch her.
"Are you new in town?" I was curious and wouldn't be driven away anytime soon.
"Yes," she answered, throwing back more of her drink. I noticed that she was looking at the mirrors on the wall and clearly didn't want to talk.
Her eyes were on the dark figures not far from us. I almost sighed with impatience. Humans were inclined to get themselves in danger. They were drawn to evil creatures like moths to flames. She couldn't possibly be serious. That dark "Emo" look attracted her? They weren't even the best-looking specimens of their race. They were newborn, pale, and skinny. The vampires had arrived an hour ago, and I had only seen them two or three times before. They weren't from my town. Still, they knew who I was, and they hadn't caused any trouble―yet. Even if they looked hungry, in a bar filled with werewolves and shapeshifters, they wouldn't get lucky. If they knew what was good for them, they would leave and stop staring at the girl.
Moments after, as if they had read my thoughts, the vampires got up and glided out of the bar. My eyes followed them, my hand ready on the gun resting at my hip, so they would get the message. She was under my protection, and if they dared to make her an unwilling blood donor, they would feel my wrath. I was the law in this town, and they would do well to remember it.
But as the vamps left, she got up, paid for her drink, and walked toward the exit. For a moment, I have to confess, I was hooked on her luxurious curves until I realized that she was leaving. I didn't know her name or her phone number, and those vampires were outside and would smell her arrival into the dark of the night.
I grabbed my coat and headed outside, only to encounter my enticing soul-mate zipping up a leather jacket and sitting on a killer-looking bike that would make any biker's dreams come true, such as my own.
I thought I was hallucinating because it was farfetched that my dream girl rode a bike, and she had such an impeccable taste. That was so damn hot!
Putting a backpack on her back, she reached for the helmet when the vampires came out of the dark and passed her, joking and pushing each other as if drunk. I knew better. The temptation was too much for them to resist. Even the possibility of dealing with me wasn't enough to deter them into backing off.
The young woman must have sensed that something was amiss because she put her helmet down and took her backpack off, looking from me to them as if intrigued. They were closer to her, and they were incredibly fast when they needed or wanted to be. I'm also fast at shooting, and I'm strong and deadly when I have to be. No blood-sucking monster would lay a hand on her precious head; especially not when she was meant to be mine.
The vampires seemed to reconsider when they saw my eyes narrowing, and my hand falling to the revolver that would shoot special wooden and silver bullets. I was prepared, and they knew that. I had killed others who didn't respect the laws of this town. I would kill again without hesitation, and they knew that as well. So they had to have known that it would be smarter to back off and leave, but I guess they were still feeling foolish because two sped over to attack me and one jumped on her.
She screamed, but before she could do much more, the vampires were already exploding into ashes while my revolver smoked from the three precise and quick bullets I'd shot. After checking that there weren't any more vampires in sight to harm my soul-mate, I re-holstered my gun.
When I looked at her, she stood blinking in amazement at the falling ashes, surely confused by the disappearance of the three supposed men. Her eyes were wide, trying to comprehend what had happened. Humans naturally assume they were hallucinating and try to forget all things supernatural, as they are impossible to be true. Vampires vanishing into wisps of ash only happens in movies.
I wanted to say something to reassure her, but before I could open my mouth, she was falling to the ground. I rushed to her in time to stop her from hitting the dusty pavement. She fainted into my arms.
"Miss?" I felt stupid calling her that, but I didn't know her name. I caught her against my chest, and her scent hit me only to soothe my soul as my body tensed and my wolf softly growled in my mind. We were both awestruck.
My arms around her felt right. We were made for each other, and I didn't know if it was the mate bond acting out, but everything about her seemed perfect. I never wanted to let her go.
Meanwhile, no one came outside. They knew better than that, except for Sam. He came to see if I was still alive and brought me back to reality.
"Problem solved?" he asked, not making a fuss about it. It wasn't anything that hadn't happened before.
"Yeah," I grumbled in reply, more concentrated on the human than on him. "Take care of her bike, will you?" I shouted over my shoulder.
"Right," he answered, giving me the thumbs up in reassurance.
I carried her and sat her on the front seat of my car and drove home. It was a waste of time to take her to see a doctor. She would eventually wake up, and a cup of tea would be enough to calm her down. Besides, once she woke up and properly thanked me for saving her life, I was hoping I could convince her to stay and give me a chance. After all, we were meant to be together.
I needed to find out who she was and why she was traveling with only a backpack. She looked young and fragile. It could have been my protective instinct kicking in, but I wanted to take care of her. Not to mention that I wanted to know everything about her.
While I was driving, it was hard to concentrate on the road. The woman was lovely. Even though my heart had almost stopped beating with the possibility of losing her minutes after finding her, now that the danger was gone, her scent relaxed me, and her presence ignited a spark of hope in my heart. I had found her.
Her mouth was enticing. Just thinking about a kiss from those lips had me trembling. The sexual attraction was overwhelming. I wondered how it would be to have her husky voice in my ear, begging me for more kisses while moaning in pleasure...
I was losing it! I should probably stop having those fantasies due to the growing tightness in the front of my pants. It would look bad if I had a raging hard-on when she woke up in my home.
I needed to control my urges, even if she was a gorgeous temptation. My sex fantasies were out of the question for the time being. I was more interested in taking care of her and making sure she was okay. She was not some hot woman to have a good time with. She was going to be my whole world. And I was hell-bent on making her realize that she couldn't live without me, either.
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