Eliot’s going to kick my ass. It was the first clear thought Nate had as he was grabbed and shoved face first into a wall of the alley behind McRory’s.
“You smell…familiar.” The voice in his ear was British and male, nobody he recognized. Nate cried out in pain as his right arm was twisted up behind his back, pushed almost to the point of breaking. “Like somebody who shouldn’t be walking around sane.”
There was a sickening sound of bone grinding against bone; a moment later Nate felt his attacker’s hot breath against his neck and the feather-light brush of a pair of fang-points. “She didn’t taste you here, though. Smell’s not strong enough.” The vampire leaned into him, pressing himself full length against Nate’s back. “Lower…”
“Let me go,” Nate growled. He tried to push back against the vampire’s weight, but even though they were comparable in size, his attacker was considerably stronger and had him in a perfect joint lock. Nate really didn’t feel like nursing a broken arm when this was all over, but he was rapidly approaching the point where if he could get away with his life and his humanity intact, he would call it a win.
“Now why would I do that?” The vampire’s left hand skimmed across Nate’s hip and down to grip his inner thigh. “There we are. Right there – you were bitten by my Black Goddess.”
“My daughter’s a Slayer,” Nate growled, trying desperately to ignore the fact that his attacker was now unmistakably aroused. “You don’t want to fuck with that.”
“This coat I’m wearing, mate? Took it off the body of the second Slayer I killed.” Fang-points brushed against his jugular this time. “Lucky for you I’ve given up killing humans, but you smell too good for me to pass up a taste.”
Nate had already braced himself for the sharp stinging pain of teeth penetrating his flesh, when he heard the answer to his prayers. “Wow – B’s right. You guys with the whole smelling people thing? It’s kinda gross.”
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12/8/12 17:23 (UTC)“You smell…familiar.” The voice in his ear was British and male, nobody he recognized. Nate cried out in pain as his right arm was twisted up behind his back, pushed almost to the point of breaking. “Like somebody who shouldn’t be walking around sane.”
There was a sickening sound of bone grinding against bone; a moment later Nate felt his attacker’s hot breath against his neck and the feather-light brush of a pair of fang-points. “She didn’t taste you here, though. Smell’s not strong enough.” The vampire leaned into him, pressing himself full length against Nate’s back. “Lower…”
“Let me go,” Nate growled. He tried to push back against the vampire’s weight, but even though they were comparable in size, his attacker was considerably stronger and had him in a perfect joint lock. Nate really didn’t feel like nursing a broken arm when this was all over, but he was rapidly approaching the point where if he could get away with his life and his humanity intact, he would call it a win.
“Now why would I do that?” The vampire’s left hand skimmed across Nate’s hip and down to grip his inner thigh. “There we are. Right there – you were bitten by my Black Goddess.”
“My daughter’s a Slayer,” Nate growled, trying desperately to ignore the fact that his attacker was now unmistakably aroused. “You don’t want to fuck with that.”
“This coat I’m wearing, mate? Took it off the body of the second Slayer I killed.” Fang-points brushed against his jugular this time. “Lucky for you I’ve given up killing humans, but you smell too good for me to pass up a taste.”
Nate had already braced himself for the sharp stinging pain of teeth penetrating his flesh, when he heard the answer to his prayers. “Wow – B’s right. You guys with the whole smelling people thing? It’s kinda gross.”