Vampires Never Cry WolfBy: Sara Humphreys
“Like I said,” Darius said without taking his fierce stare off Killian. “It’s already a crowded city.” He stepped back and flicked his gaze to Sadie before making a wide path around Killian. “And think about what I offered, Sadie. The door is always open.”
“Right.” Sadie ran a hand over her hair in a pathetic attempt to get herself under control, or at least look like she was. That expression “fake it ’til you make it” flew through her head. Her belly swirled with need and her legs felt unsteady. Sadie gripped the handle of the door tighter and leaned against the large wooden surface, praying she wouldn’t fall on her ass.
She could feel Killian’s eyes on her as Darius disappeared around the corner. Steeling her courage, she turned to face the inescapable presence that was Killian Bane. “What are you doing here?”
“Did I interrupt something?” Killian asked quietly. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his slacks and glanced over his shoulder at Ivan, who nodded and got back in the car. “You two looked like you were in a deep conversation.”
“Conversations with Darius are never deep.” Sadie forced a smile and tried not to notice the way her body was reacting to Killian on a primal, carnal level. That scent of his was going to drive her wild. The cozy, comforting aroma of wood burning on a cold winter night oozed off him like fucking pheromones or something. Sadie cleared her throat and met his stare as he moved closer. “It’s late. What can I do for you, Mr. Bane? Did you leave your phone here or something?”
“No.” An amused expression covered his face and he shook his head slowly, stopping about a foot away. Heat fired off his tall, broad-shouldered body in seductive flickering waves. “Actually, I—”
“Or did you come to try and steal my DJ again?” She tilted her chin in defiance and glared up at him triumphantly.
“Justine told you already?” Killian rose to his full height, his mouth set in a grim line. “Shit.”
“You arrogant son of a bitch.” Irritation crawled up Sadie’s back, swiftly cooling her attraction to him. Standing in the open doorway of the club, it took every ounce of restraint she had not to haul off and deck him. “What? Do you think werewolves are the only ones who show loyalty to the people they care about?” A homeless man was picking bottles out of a garbage can down the street and Sadie lowered her voice. He probably wouldn’t hear her, but that didn’t mean she should be careless. “Well, I have news for you. Justine may not be in my coven, but she’s loyal to me. She told me all about your conversation.”
“Right,” Killian said with a surprisingly apologetic look. “Listen, maybe I overstepped my bounds. I didn’t plan on asking Justine to DJ at our opening night. It was a spontaneous decision. David and I were talking about how good Justine is at what she does and how big the crowds have been at The Coven and, well, I guess I let my passion take over.” He shrugged, a cocky grin playing at his lips. “Sorry. My father would tell you that I don’t always think before I act. Sometimes my enthusiasm gets me in trouble.” He extended his hand in a peace offering. “Can we call a truce?”
Sadie gaped at him in pure shock. The big, bad wolf was apologizing to her? At least it sounded like an apology. Part of her wanted to tell him to stick it in his hat, but that wouldn’t help her or vampire-wolf relations.
Time to suck it up. Shit, she hated politics.
Flicking her gaze to his hand, she reached out slowly and placed her palm in his. The instant the searing heat of his flesh settled against hers, white-hot streaks of pleasure zipped up her arm and went right to her core. A slow smile cracked his face as he curled his strong fingers around hers and moved closer. His massive frame loomed large in front of her, blocking out the streetlamps and pretty much everything else. His warm brown eyes drifted over her face as he gently shook her hand, running his thumb over the curve of her wrist and sending tiny electric shocks beneath her skin.
She was in big, fat trouble.
“A-apology accepted,” Sadie said, quickly taking her hand from his. She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked away. A yellow cab zipped by, hit a puddle, and splashed the poor homeless guy. “I told Justine that she’s welcome to work at your club—that night or any other night. She can split her time between both if she wants. But first she has to find me a part-timer to fill in when she’s not here.” Sadie tried to act nonchalant about the whole encounter, not wanting him to know how much he unnerved her. “It’s a big city and there’s plenty of business for all of us.”
“I’m glad you feel that way. Thanks.” Killian turned to leave but stopped and gave her a curious look. “I’ve got one more favor to ask you.”
“Could I stop you?” Sadie asked all too sweetly.
“No,” he said flatly.
“Right.” Sadie rolled her eyes. “Okay, tough guy. What is it?”
“Come by my club and give me your honest opinion about it.” Killian’s grin widened when Sadie couldn’t hide her shocked expression. “From what I gather, your honesty is one of your best attributes.”