Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Everyone in this particular building was at least sixty. He wasn’t a physician, but he knew that with age, some of the senses dulled, particularly eyesight and hearing. Now, Drake was convinced the sense of smell dulled as well. Dramatically. Otherwise, everyone in that room would be wearing gas masks.
The instant Mrs. Price opened the door, he was assaulted by a sickly sweet, slightly musky, floral, and overpowering perfume. The smell got into his nose and simply wouldn’t be vanquished. The last thing he wanted to do was touch anyone in that room, but when Mrs. Price offered her hand, he smiled, gritted his teeth and took it.
“Drake! I’m so glad you made it.” Mrs. Price ushered him in. He cringed inwardly when she slipped an arm around his waist under his cape. The short, portly woman went about making sure everyone in the room knew of his arrival. It wasn’t long before he was surrounded by little old women with blue hair, all of them fussing over him, all of them touching him. At one point he was sure someone grabbed his ass, and more than one hand brushed against his crotch.
And he was covered in old woman perfume.
He was about to leave when he caught another scent underneath everything else. Roses and mint. Hazel was here.
He turned slowly, scanning the faces in the room until he found her. She wasn’t a witch, she was a siren! She drew him to her like a moth to a flame, and he was powerless against her pull. His fangs lengthened, his heart rate increased and his claws itched to explode from his fingertips. He wasn’t sure he could prevent a shift and knew that, as the night progressed, it would only get worse.
He shouldn’t be here. The blue moon combined with his lust for Hazel was an explosive combination. Something a true witch would understand.
He was about to disengage himself from his admirers and leave when Hazel spotted him, as well. Her smile was enough to brighten the whole building. Looked like leaving right now was out of the question. He had to see her, smell her. He wanted to strip her out of that fuck-me dress and taste every inch of her body, drown in her sweetness and wholesomeness until nothing else mattered.
He excused himself, pushed aside the groping hands, and made his way to her. She was absolutely stunning, and incredibly sexy. The animal in him wanted to fuck her until his lust was sated. The man in him wanted to savor her, convince her to come back for more. All of him wanted to make her his own.
When he took her hand in greeting, he inhaled deeply. “You smell different.”
She blushed prettily. “I should certainly hope so. I stank.”
“Yes,” he replied, not trying to hide his amusement, “you did.”
They both chuckled.
“I like your costume.” She was trying not to get caught looking him over, but he noticed.
Using the opportunity to take a closer look at her, Drake let his gaze rest on her breasts before moving down to her tiny waist and generous hips. “Yours isn’t bad either, Hazel.”
Drake let the silence build as they stood there. When Hazel began to fidget, he took her elbow gently and ushered her to the balcony. “Let’s get some fresh air.”
She breathed a relieved sigh. “Thanks. I think I’m about to drown in old woman perfume.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I hadn’t noticed.”
Once outside, Drake closed the sliding glass door and moved to one end of the balcony. Hazel stood with her arms resting casually on the railing, looking over the city. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but the moon and North Star still shone brightly. The streets below were already alive with partygoers and trick-or-treaters. As the night wore on, the activity would increase, and the creatures of the night would participate in the world of humans undetected.
Himself included.
* * *
When Hazel turned around, Drake stared at her, his eyes almost luminous in the failing light. The man took her breath. He was everything she wanted physically in a man, and she had little resistance against him. He looked hungry as his gaze all but devoured her, and she couldn’t resist a little exploring of her own.
His slightly shiny leather suit hugged every bulging muscle in his body, including the organ between his legs, which seemed to be growing more prominent by the second. She jerked her gaze back to his face, hoping she hadn’t been caught ogling his privates.
No such luck, if the smirk on his ruggedly handsome face was any indication. Heat suffused her face, and she returned her attention to the view.
She didn’t hear him move, but a few seconds later, his voice at her ear caused her to jump. “Do you like what you see, my dear?”
Chill bumps rose on her arms, and her nipples tightened almost painfully. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she shivered as his warm breath tickled her ear.