Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,13

enough to tempt him. For the past month, no matter what had come out of his mouth, even if he’d been gentle, she’d practically removed his manhood with a few sharp words.

Maybe that was why he found her so alluring. Perhaps that was even why he’d offered to train her. He’d be fooling himself if he didn’t admit he wanted to explore his interest in her, and he’d taken the chance to ensure he could.

“I’m so confused.”

He blinked out of his thoughts, discovering Nexi’s eyebrows were furrowed over her pretty eyes. “Confused?”

“Human’s can’t see the fangs, right?” She finally glanced to him, her expression tight with confusion. “The glamour you have on your whole getup works for vampires, too?

He nodded.

She pursed her lips, giving the crowd another look before turning to him again. “I just saw a mortal lick a vampire’s fang. Meaning, he wasn’t using his glamour on that human.” Her frown looked adorable. “I thought humans didn’t know about supernaturals?”

“Most don’t.” He admired her soft-looking skin, the sweet freckles on her nose, and the gentle curves of her face. Forcing himself to look her in the eye again, he focused on her question. “The mortals in the club are either in love with their vampire, or are addicted to the high they get from them.”

“The high—like a drug?”

He chuckled at her wide eyes. “When a vampire feeds, it’s intensely erotic. I’m sure you can imagine how addictive something like that could be for a human.”

She hesitated, gave him a long look. “Actually, no, I can’t imagine that.” She shuddered with a disgusted expression. “Besides that bit of grossness, aren’t they worried they’ll tell everyone about…you know…their secret?”

Kyden glimpsed to the dance floor and watched a human woman stare adoringly at a male vamp, wondering how to explain. “The blood sharing can create a bond. Think of the mortal as the vampire’s pet. They’re extremely loyal to their vampire and would keep this secret if it was asked of them.” When the crease between her brow lessened, he added, “More importantly, vampires live by strict rules enforced by their leaders, which keeps things safe.”

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Now you’ve lost me, which is actually surprising since I didn’t think I could possibly be more confused.” She pushed off the bar, turning to face him dead on. “The Council doesn’t rule over vampires?”

“In a way they do.” She stared intently at him, and his damned fingers twitched to grab her and make her forget these thoughts altogether. “But vamps and wolves have their own leaders who preside over them, just as Briggs explained to you with the Patriarch. Vampires, though, are governed by Mistresses.’”

Disbelief flashed over her expression, so he added, “Think of it this way: the Council protects the mortal lives in gratitude for allowing supernaturals to flourish in this realm—a treaty made back at the beginning of time—even if mortals don’t know it. The supernatural leaders in the Earthworld provide safety to the supernaturals that live here.”

She gave her head a bewildered shake. “Sort of like the government and police force, but just weirder?”

He chuckled. “Much like that.”

She exhaled and looked out to the dance floor, as the music switched to a slow, seductive song. Her eyes were inquisitive as she studied the crowd. He liked that about her; she held a tenacity to find answers. No matter how crazy this must be for her, she took it all in stride, and that he respected.

He also liked how her jeans hugged her lower half, as well as the tightness of her black tank top showing off enough cleavage to keep his interest. She had quite the sexy, toned body, a body that he currently couldn’t stop looking at while imagining what lay beneath those tight clothes. He knew his type, and Nexi was his type, and then some.

Kyden had always stuck to more casual relationships than anything he’d call meaningful. Nexi, and her fiery personality, made him rethink that choice of lifestyle. In fact, he intended to start pursuing that avenue to see if this chemistry with her could lead somewhere.

Her sudden sharp inhale jerked his focus to her face, then he realized she had caught his examination. Her cheeks were pink and she nibbled her lip, drawing his attention to a lovely mouth.

“I…” she hesitated, then said on a quick, raspy breath, “Why do you think the vamp who killed the guy is here?”

With her one-liner, all the heat rushing his veins fled, replaced with cold