The Ninja Vampire's Girl Read Online Free
Author: Michele Hauf
She was either very brave, or too stupid to know her own peril.
And look at me. Peril? Sod me, but I wanted the woman, naked and moaning beneath me. The only peril that involved was that of theâNo, I wasn't going there. Not some bollocks about the heart and all that love mush.
"Tell me about this." She stroked my cheek over the scar tissue.
I jerked away from her tenderness. "No."
"Fine. You know you're not a monster, right?"
Oh, the poor beguiled little bird.
"What part of bloodsucking fiend does not resemble monster-ish to you?"
"The part where you care enough about a stranger to protect her. I'm not sure why you're after the angel, but I sense that's not so evil, either."
I blew out a breath, not sure how to reply. She had me pegged wrong. Guess it was up to me to set her straight.
"Monsters attack innocent women in alleyways and leave their necks torn open, the carotid spurting until they die. That monster, when he saw me approaching to see if the woman needed help, turned on me and did the same. Except, I survived."
I tilted my head at her. "So you see? I'm from sturdy monster stock. It doesn't get much worse than taking life from others to sustain your own."
"You don't kill." She insinuated herself upon my lap with an ease I wouldn't have managed even with persuasion. "I know you don't."
I'd killed many while serving the British SAS only a decade earlier. But that was neither here nor there.
Her touch along my brow was too gentle. I wanted to drown in the tenderness, justâ¦surrender to what I desperately wanted. It had been a long time since this monster had experienced such intimacy.
"Sounds like the storm is a doozy," she said. "We're going to be here a while. So let's make out."
"Erâ¦okay, love."
I let her kiss me because she was right. The angel was trapped until the storm let up. And I wasn't much for standing stakeout, staring across the way at our prey for endless, spine-breaking hours. Had to pass the time somehowâ¦
"Wait." I pushed her from my mouth, regretting the loss of her warm neediness. "I get it. Tough guy shoves you around a bit, bites you and treats you badly. You're chasing the bad-boy fantasy, eh?"
"If that's how you want to call it." The twinkle in her green eyes told me she wasn't that stupid, and was also smart enough to play along with me to get what she wanted. Apparently, what she wanted was me.
That was a bit of all right.
Oh, but she knew how to give a kiss. And me sitting there, drowning in her sensual taste, the press of our bodies, the happy wonder of herâ"Wait."
She sat back with a frustrated sigh.
"Can't do it," I muttered. A lie. What was up with that? Free kisses and all the other good stuff that would follow? What kind of sod was I to refuse?
"Why not?" She toyed a finger along the curve of her cocoa-and-cream breast. Pouty lips teased my defenses. "Am I doing it wrong?"
"No." Don't pout those kiss-bruised lips. Justâ¦ah, bollocks. Must. Resist.
"Don't I appeal to you?"
"You do. But, loveâ"
"I have bad breath, or something?"
"I'll bite you," I snapped out. It was a good excuse, not necessarily true, but it should serve.
"Don't you need my permission to bite me? How did you manage that without first asking meâ"
Glass shattered, and a disk of blue light sheered the soft dark hair tufting Coco's ear. I grabbed her against my chest. A drop of blood hit my forehead. She'd been nicked; the top of her ear bled.
The halo circled around and soared back through the broken window at supersonic speed.
"He's spotted us." I shoved Coco to the floor. "Stay down."
Five
Again the halo burst through a window, spinning like an insane 33 1/3 rpm flung off the turntable. It reached the back of the warehouse, and spun out through the window.
Zane lunged a look through the window, and managed to dodge the return path of the deadly thing.
Now I got it. Granny had told my sister and I that the halo always returned to the thrower. She'd
And look at me. Peril? Sod me, but I wanted the woman, naked and moaning beneath me. The only peril that involved was that of theâNo, I wasn't going there. Not some bollocks about the heart and all that love mush.
"Tell me about this." She stroked my cheek over the scar tissue.
I jerked away from her tenderness. "No."
"Fine. You know you're not a monster, right?"
Oh, the poor beguiled little bird.
"What part of bloodsucking fiend does not resemble monster-ish to you?"
"The part where you care enough about a stranger to protect her. I'm not sure why you're after the angel, but I sense that's not so evil, either."
I blew out a breath, not sure how to reply. She had me pegged wrong. Guess it was up to me to set her straight.
"Monsters attack innocent women in alleyways and leave their necks torn open, the carotid spurting until they die. That monster, when he saw me approaching to see if the woman needed help, turned on me and did the same. Except, I survived."
I tilted my head at her. "So you see? I'm from sturdy monster stock. It doesn't get much worse than taking life from others to sustain your own."
"You don't kill." She insinuated herself upon my lap with an ease I wouldn't have managed even with persuasion. "I know you don't."
I'd killed many while serving the British SAS only a decade earlier. But that was neither here nor there.
Her touch along my brow was too gentle. I wanted to drown in the tenderness, justâ¦surrender to what I desperately wanted. It had been a long time since this monster had experienced such intimacy.
"Sounds like the storm is a doozy," she said. "We're going to be here a while. So let's make out."
"Erâ¦okay, love."
I let her kiss me because she was right. The angel was trapped until the storm let up. And I wasn't much for standing stakeout, staring across the way at our prey for endless, spine-breaking hours. Had to pass the time somehowâ¦
"Wait." I pushed her from my mouth, regretting the loss of her warm neediness. "I get it. Tough guy shoves you around a bit, bites you and treats you badly. You're chasing the bad-boy fantasy, eh?"
"If that's how you want to call it." The twinkle in her green eyes told me she wasn't that stupid, and was also smart enough to play along with me to get what she wanted. Apparently, what she wanted was me.
That was a bit of all right.
Oh, but she knew how to give a kiss. And me sitting there, drowning in her sensual taste, the press of our bodies, the happy wonder of herâ"Wait."
She sat back with a frustrated sigh.
"Can't do it," I muttered. A lie. What was up with that? Free kisses and all the other good stuff that would follow? What kind of sod was I to refuse?
"Why not?" She toyed a finger along the curve of her cocoa-and-cream breast. Pouty lips teased my defenses. "Am I doing it wrong?"
"No." Don't pout those kiss-bruised lips. Justâ¦ah, bollocks. Must. Resist.
"Don't I appeal to you?"
"You do. But, loveâ"
"I have bad breath, or something?"
"I'll bite you," I snapped out. It was a good excuse, not necessarily true, but it should serve.
"Don't you need my permission to bite me? How did you manage that without first asking meâ"
Glass shattered, and a disk of blue light sheered the soft dark hair tufting Coco's ear. I grabbed her against my chest. A drop of blood hit my forehead. She'd been nicked; the top of her ear bled.
The halo circled around and soared back through the broken window at supersonic speed.
"He's spotted us." I shoved Coco to the floor. "Stay down."
Five
Again the halo burst through a window, spinning like an insane 33 1/3 rpm flung off the turntable. It reached the back of the warehouse, and spun out through the window.
Zane lunged a look through the window, and managed to dodge the return path of the deadly thing.
Now I got it. Granny had told my sister and I that the halo always returned to the thrower. She'd
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