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“There’s a way to make it official.” He set her on her feet and took her hands in his. Without taking his eyes off hers, he opened his mouth, his canine teeth elongating right before Brandy’s eyes.
She couldn’t look away. The sight of those teeth astonished and fascinated her. “You bite me?”
He nodded. “I turn you.”
“Isn’t that what got you in trouble in the first place?”
“Yes, but my intentions are very different now.” His eyes darkened as he ran his tongue over one of the canines. “I would turn you to bind us in love.”
A zip of anticipation shockwaved through Brandy. Why did she want him to bite her? Wasn’t that crazy? Where had Dr. Brandy Wendon, scientist, gone? When had she gone completely insane?
The moment he touched me.
“Where would you bite me?” she asked. “Will it hurt?”
“Anywhere you want me to bite you and aye, only for a moment.” He slid his hands to her hips. “Then I promise to make the hurt go away.”
Electric zip number two raced through her body and she found herself stepping in closer to him, corralling her hair onto one shoulder, baring her neck to him. Before she could think too much about it, she said, “Do it.”
Another low growl hummed in his throat as he stood and wrapped one arm around her waist. His free hand slid up her arm to rest at her shoulder and he looked at her for several silent seconds, his eyes a warm green-gold with a light of their own.
Brandy’s heart beat so hard in her chest, she feared it would burst through her ribcage. Her legs were wobbly, her hands clammy.
But she wanted this. Good God, she wanted this.
As Reardon lowered his head and the tip of his canine grazed her flesh, a bolt of lightning zapped to the ground, setting some nearby ferns on fire.
“Shit!” Brandy scrambled for her clothes as did Reardon. “We have to put that out before it catches the rest of the woods on fire! I could lose the entire sanctuary if that happens!”
She led them to the barn and wrenched a fire extinguisher off the wall. Pushing it into Reardon’s waiting hands, she said, “Pull this pin, aim the hose, and spray! Go!”
“Aye!” He took off, his long legs covering more ground than she could hope to.
With fumbling hands, Brandy turned on the spigot at the back of the barn and grabbed the hose.
“What’s going on?” Parker was suddenly beside her.
“Lightning strike. Ferns on fire.”
Parker took the hose from her. “I’ve got it.” He set off in the direction Reardon had gone.
Brandy jogged behind him and let out a breath because Reardon had the fire out already. A few cloudy wisps of smoke rose from the blackened ferns, but nothing else looked harmed.
“Lightning, you say?” Parker asked, still holding the hose.
“Yeah.” Brandy looked up to the sky, which was a cloudless blue. Not a rain cloud in sight. “It came out of nowhere.”
Parker opened his mouth, but his phone ringing from his pocket stopped him. He reached around and retrieved the phone. “It’s Chella.” He tapped the screen. “Hey, babe. Where are you? I called and said you could bring Dylan to Silver Moon almost an hour ago.”
Reardon stared at the destroyed ferns. He looked up at the tree tops and Brandy would have sworn he was putting together his own theory for that lightning.
But she’d seen it. With her own two eyes. And after a day like today, what was so strange about a little rogue lightning? She’d made love with a werewolf for Christ’s sake. Lightning was far more routine than that.
Although…
Was it a little strange that the bolt appeared just as Reardon was about to bite her? Did some outside force—some angry goddess—not approve?
“Something’s not right,” Parker said, his phone still to his ear.
