the man.
What on earth was he?
The new sheriff of Prosper Woods wasn’t human, that I knew. The problem lay in that I didn’t know exactly what he was. If he’d been werewolf, witch, or the average shifter, I would have been able to tell when I first caught his scent. But there was nothing familiar about whatever he was. I smiled as words like alien, ghoul, or ghost flitted through my brain. He was none of those. Of that I was sure.
What made things more interesting was that I didn’t think he even realized he was anything other than human. If he’d been any of the common supernatural beings I’d encountered in my very long life, he might have figured out that I wasn’t human either. Oddly enough, I’d heard of supes who had genes so recessive in their ancestry that they didn’t realize they were anything other than human. They lived their whole lives without knowing simply because the diluted bloodlines went back centuries, even millennia.
My God… his scent though. It was driving me mad.
Romeo smelled like bright sunlight and I hadn’t smelled anything like it before. He smelled like freedom... like glittering rainbows after spring rain showers. What in the hell was he?
I turned onto the road to my house after a few minutes, driving down the crunching gravel, until I spotted my new home. When I parked, I got out and shut the door to the Civic, waiting as his truck pulled up beside me. He stopped and parked, turning off the engine. I listened to him take a deep breath as he opened the door and got out. He looked at the front of my house and then to the woods that surround it, intentionally not glancing my way. When he was finally satisfied with how secluded we were, he turned to look at me over the top of his truck.
“What in the hell am I doing here?” His deep brown eyes were clouded with a combination of desire and worry. His racing heartbeat revealed the anxiety he was dealing with.
I smiled slowly, walking around his truck until I stood right in front of him. I curled my hands into fists, desperate to reach for him, but biding my time. He needed to give me permission to do what I wanted to do to him.
“Romeo, as much as I want to make you feel good, I won’t pressure you to follow me inside,” I said. “I just want you to know that I want you very much. I want to feel your body pressed to mine. I want to feel your cock sliding in and out of me. And I want to take you to the height of ecstasy… if you’ll let me.”
He was watching my lips as I spoke these truths to him. His hands shook as he lifted them and scrubbed his long fingers over his face. After dropping them, he blew out a breath, and stepped close to me.
“I know I’m probably going to regret this.”
Seconds later, Romeo gathered me into his arms and lowered his face to mine for the first time.
“Kiss me, Romeo,” I whispered close to his lips. “Make me yours.”
“You have no idea what you’re asking for, Vincent.” The sheriff let out an almost animal groan as he slammed his mouth down on mine. Almost instantly, my arms slid around him and I pressed against his muscled frame. He ate at my lips, kissing me most ardently as he tangled his tongue with my own. My fangs tingled like crazy but I returned the kiss, refusing the instinct to let them drop. It wasn’t as easy as it should have been when the urge to bite was almost overwhelming. I hadn’t eaten and I’d completely forgotten about the trip I’d intended to take into the city the moment I’d spotted him on the sidewalk.
Fuck.
The sheriff’s kiss swept me away, making me dizzy if that was even possible for a man who was over seven hundred years old. I wasn’t a small man, having retained the same twenty-eight-year-old physique I’d had when Sir Robert had ended my human life. When I was still alive, men had complimented me on my cut muscles and my rugged strength. The many scars I’d won in battle prior to my change had remained on my body, even though new injuries healed almost instantaneously. Most men found the scars sexy for some reason and I’d explained them away as scars I’d received on the battlefield.