SAM POV
I am just about done with my hair when I hear a knock on the door.
I look at myself- I don't look terrible. Hair is clean and falling in waves, purple top hugging my curves, leggings showing off by long, slender legs, ankle high boots.
I don't really know what Damian is planning, but I will look great once the police find my body.
I open the door and he is standing there. Looking quite handsome in a crisp white shirt and worn denim jeans.
His muscles seem to want to rip the shirt apart and I have to say, doing it myself sounds like a pretty good idea. So does licking his entire body. Well, almost his entire body… my eyes drift from his coiled muscled torso to his lips.
And when I hear a growl my eyes shoot to meet his.
They are bright green and swirling with lust. I nearly choke on a breath.
This is going to be a long… very long night…
He doesn't try to touch me in any way and only gestures for me to follow him and I walk staring at his back and ass. The man has a great ass on him. Round and firm- swaying with his hips. He definitely has some swagger.
Damit Sam! You might be getting killed tonight, get your head out off his ass and start thinking with the two functioning braincells you have!
He holds the door to the porch open and I walk out, noticing it's really dark outside. It takes a moment for my eyes ro ajust. The full moon is already high in the sky and seems to light up the forest. It doesn't seem so scary tonight. If I have to run, I could easily see where I am going.
He walks out in front of me and we head straight into the woods.
This was not part of the plan, I think as I swat bugs away from me and try not to trip over roots. One tree branch slaps me in the face and I feel personally insulted.
Before I get to complain, we reach a small stream and there are more people there. A woman in a very revealing red dress and high heels standing in front of them with a wicked grin.
I stare straight at her. She makes my skin crawl. And apparently I have the same effect on her because her smile fades and a frown appears on her pretty face when she looks at me.
Seems like frowning at me is the only facial expression I can expect from these people.
I feel like telling her to scram. To go back to what ever whore house she crawled out off. But I stay quite. Not ready to insult someone I haven't even met yet. Maybe she is nice on the inside. Maybe she just hides it really really well.
I see bear-man off to the side, arms crossed- I definitely have a bone to pick with him.
I also see the Eric guy at the back of the pack trying not to make eye contact with me. What is his problem?
"Well, now that we are all here," Damian begins next to me with a strong voice that I seem to feel vibrating to my core. I straighten myself.
"We can begin." I frown. Begin what?
The red whore walks forward and grabs my hand. Rude.
She waves her hand over mine, but nothing happens. She frowns again.
I don't know what was suppose to be happening so I just keep my mouth shut and ignore the hair on the back of neck that is standing up from her touching me. I also try not to focus to much on her long red nails dangerously close to my pulse.
She brings out a small blade and before I could stop her, she cuts into my palm. I yank my hand out of her grip and hiss at the pain.
Damian surges forward and grabs her by the throat. His muscles bulging, looking like the veins in his arms will explode from the force of containing his blood.
She lifts both hands in surrender, one holding the blade with my blood on it.
"I need the blood and you know it." She says and Damian lets her down with a growl.
Yes, a growl.
It is him growling.
One braincell is telling me what I think is happening is real, while the other braincell is refusing to believe he is what I think he is.
Werewolf.
He looks at me and his eyes are glowing bright green in the light of the full moon. He looks almost sorry that he couldn't kill her for cutting me. Good- because he has officially broke his promise to me about not getting hurt.
He let her down and gives a step back.
She gives him a smile and brings the blade to her mouth, she whispers something to the blade and then she licks it.
I want to gag at the image of her tongue-ing my blood, trying to be seductive while staring at Damian and swallowing it.
The next moment she lets out a scream and I watch what looks like my blood doing the work of battery acid to her mouth. Smoke curls from between her lips and she falls forward, holding her face with both hands while gargling sounds come out of her.
Her entire image shifts and blinks like a signal cutting out and then she is gone.
I stand there in silence looking at the singed piece of ground where the red whore used to stand. Wondering where she went.
Untill I feel their eyes on me.
I look at the people in the clearing, all terrified- with me holding my hand so I don't bleed all over the place.
"Well, now what?" I ask them as if what just happened didn't just happen.
Damian looks at me like I am a bomb that just went off.
"Can I get a band aid?" I try to ask nicely. "Please?"