“A myth, I assure you,” her voice was shaky. The water stopped and there was a sound of fabric against skin. Damn, the scent of cookies was so much stronger now. All that lemon buttery goodness accosted his senses and he had to suppress a moan. He’d just have to try harder to keep his fix on the scent of vampire that lurked just beneath. The need to drool eased up a whole lot.
“You can open your eyes now,” she said.
Her short hair was mussed from being towelled. It was still dripping and rivulets snaked their way down her neck and shoulders. The large bath towel stopped high on her thighs. Beneath the terry cloth were two shapely legs. One thing was for sure, he’d been wrong about her not being a classic beauty. Her skin was surely made from the smoothest buttermilk. Her complexion spoke of utter perfection. Those large, blue eyes were encased in the longest lashes he had ever seen. They fused as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Can we go inside, I’m freezing.” Her lips were blue and shivering. They were also plump…the female was one of his enemy, he reminded himself.
Ward turned and opened the door for her, closing it behind them. She made for the fireplace, standing as close to the flames as she could. After searching in his closet for a few beats, he pulled out a shirt and, as an afterthought, a pair of boxers. Her legs were so long that he was afraid the shirt wouldn’t cover much. He handed the clothing items to her and she inclined her head in thanks. A yellow tinged bruise still marred her right cheek, but that was all that remained of her injuries, or at least those that he could see.
“I’ll order us some food.”
“Thank you.” She widened her eyes at him, gesturing to the clothes in her hands.
“Sorry.” He closed his eyes while she dressed.
“Why can’t you just take me back tonight?”
“Like I said earlier, it’s complicated. They will be searching for you and I don’t want to inadvertently lead them here. Once the dust settles, I’ll drop you in Sweetwater. You have my word.”
“You can open your eyes now.”
Ward noticed how her nipples spiked the t-shirt material. How obscenely good she looked in his clothes. She licked her lips, his eyes moving to her lush mouth. She was a fucking bloodsucker. What the hell was he doing checking her out?
Realization hit him.
The cabin was toasty but she still felt half naked, especially with the big wolf in such close proximity. Despite the heat, she was tempted to ask him for a sweater. What stopped her though was the fact that they were different species, the male would not be interested in her in that way.
Turning back towards him, she noticed a predatory gleam in his eyes. The way he kept running them over her was unnerving. Did he really mistrust her so badly that he had to stalk her every move?
He cursed softly and shook his head. “You don’t eat solid food do you?”
So that was what that look was all about. That had taken him a while to figure out. It was one of the reasons why she was so desperate to get back to her own kind. Stephany abhorred the taking of blood and avoided it as much as possible. She had an agreement with Brant’s brother, Xavier, drinking from him only when it was absolutely necessary and then taking only from his wrist. The neck was just too intimate for her liking.
Ward pinched the bridge of his nose.
“We do eat solid food and partake of regular…liquids, but…” She pursed her lips. It had been days since she’d last taken. The need to drink was starting to ride her hard. Though there was just no way she was taking from a wolf…a stranger.