Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,27

burning-up-the-sheets dreams. Sure, Kyden had flirted and looked at her in overtly sexual ways, but that’s where it stopped.

No kissing.

No touching.

That needed to change.

Like, now.

As she leaned down toward him, Kyden’s smoldering stare held hers, indicating she wasn’t the only one affected by the fight. Feeling his hard body under her scorching flesh, she spotted the happiness and sexy-as-hell arousal in his eyes, telling her this is what he’d waited for. He had wanted her to make the first move.

Her lips drew close enough to feel his warm breath, when in the same moment, Talon’s voice echoed in the cathedral. “So, son, this is your definition of training?”

Kyden cursed.

Nexi froze.

With a frown, Kyden placed his face into her neck, taking a deep sniff. “Sure beats a punch to the face.”

Nibbling on her flesh, he sent hot shivers racing along her spine, and tickles to places that shouldn’t be tickling with anyone’s dad around. She quickly squirmed off Kyden, standing on wobbly legs. Not that the distance helped much, as Kyden lay half-naked, with taut muscles glistening with sweat and one leg bent at the knee, looking more than willing to ignore his father.

Talon cleared his throat, dragging Nexi’s attention to him. “If you two are done, we have an assignment.” Talon’s expression was grim, even if his eyes were twinkling. “Apparently, the werewolf attacks in Carson City were only the beginning. A werewolf murder has been reported out of New York.”

…

The stale air and the wretched stench of decomposed flesh filled Kyden’s nostrils, causing him to bite back a groan. He scanned the small park adjacent to a dingy motel with the playground next to it, which was quiet at this late hour. However, what bothered him, near the slide, was a man lying flat on his back with his throat ripped. The grass around the deceased body was saturated with dark blood.

Kyden clenched his jaw at the gruesome death, but a sudden burst of laughter broke through the tension. Turning to Nexi and Haven, he folded his arms, and watched the scene in front of him with a frown.

A middle-aged mortal strolled down the sidewalk with his yellow Labrador Retriever and Nexi stayed right in next to him, waving her hands in pure dramatic fashion. “Hello? Do you see me?”

Haven bounced next to her, making funny faces.

Kyden sighed. “Are you two done?”

Both turned to him, and while Haven laughed, Nexi shook her head in amazement. “I honestly didn’t believe the magic shielded us from sight. That is beyond weird.” At Kyden’s arched brow, she rolled her eyes and added, “Okay, not any weirder than anything else I’ve seen.”

He nodded at her before he looked away, knowing part of his tension was caused by her. Tonight she had nearly given him what he’d craved for weeks now, to give into this attraction driving him mad. It irritated him beyond anything that Talon had interrupted.

If Nexi had grown up in the Otherworld, he would’ve had her in his bed and claimed as his weeks ago, but she grew up in the Earthworld. He wanted to do this right for her, take things slow, since she was used to that in her world. Besides, she’d already shown her dislike of any man taking control, so now he simply waited for her next move.

His patience hung on by a thin thread.

The last few weeks had been a strain, frustrating the hell out of him. Nexi had no idea how much restraint he used not to take control of the situation, declare her as his woman, and be done with it.

“Well now, what do we have here?”

Glancing over his shoulder, Kyden spotted the burly werewolf and New York City detective, Foley. He approached, the moonbeams shone off his bald head and his yellow eyes were focused on Nexi as he offered his hand. “The long lost guardian/witch combo I’ve heard about?”

Nexi laughed, shaking his hand. “That’d be me.”

Kyden looked to the dead body at his feet, noticing the grass area wasn’t damaged. Odd, he thought, considering the brutal nature of the death. By all appearances, the man hadn’t put up much of a struggle. Lifting his head, he asked Foley, “Got any details for us?”

Foley leaned against the swing set. “A teen called in the murder an hour ago and when we arrived, this is what we found.” The streetlamp overhead beamed down on his tall, thick frame clad in jeans and a navy blue T-shirt. “After the vamps cleansed the scene, my partner