Samson's Lovely Mortal by Tina Folsom Read Free Book Online

hell!” Samson’s voice came from above.
    A few choice expletives followed. The guys looked at each other.
     “Or none at all,” Amaury mused.
    They raised their heads toward the ceiling to listen for more, when they heard heavy footsteps on the stairs.
    “None at all,” Thomas confirmed.
    “Oh bugger.” That was Milo. “Poor sod!”
    Samson had already stormed into the kitchen and overheard Milo’s comment. He was fuming and ready to kill somebody. Thomas protectively stepped in front of Milo.
    “Fuck!” With the power of a sledgehammer Samson slammed his fist onto the counter, cracking the granite countertop. It split into several pieces.
    His eyes glared red, and his fangs were extended. He could barely control his anger.
    “Amaury, get him some blood, now,” Ricky ordered calmly, though he didn’t take his eyes off of Samson.
    “I’m already on it.” Amaury handed Samson a glass with the lukewarm red liquid.
    “Here you go, Samson, take a drink. You need it.”
    Samson snatched the glass out of Amaury’s hand and gulped it down in one go, then glared at Ricky.
    “You’d better make it clear to that stripper that if she breathes one word about this to anybody, I’ll snap her pretty little neck in half. Is that understood?”
    The feral look in his eyes confirmed that he meant it.
    Ricky nodded. “We’d better be leaving. Guys!” He waved them out of the kitchen.
     
    Samson could hear them in the hallway as the stripper came down the stairs.
    “But he had a hard-on when that woman was here. I saw it. In fact, it was hard to miss,” Thomas whispered loud enough for Samson’s sensitive hearing to pick it up.
    “I guess it would have worked with her. Shame she’s a mortal,” Amaury whispered back. Then his tone changed. “Hey honey, since we’ve hired you for the entire night, how about you come back with me. I have something you could squeeze in between those big tits …”
    A giggle was the stripper’s reply.
    Seconds later they were gone. The place was quiet again. Too quiet.
    Amaury was right. It would have worked with her. Samson was positive. So why couldn’t he get it up with the stripper? She had a good body, she was willing.
    But she wasn’t Delilah. She didn’t have her scent or her beauty. Damn, her lips had been so delicious, and that timid tongue he’d finally coaxed out of her. Heaven. What a kiss, and what a pliable little body with just the right curves. He knew it hadn’t been one-sided. He’d sensed her arousal. And then, when he’d come down the stairs bringing her dry clothes, her eyes had examined every inch of his body, and she’d liked what she’d seen. In fact, she’d licked her lips even though he was sure she hadn’t noticed she was doing it. In her eyes he’d seen heat.
    Fuck, he wanted her. Whatever it took, he had to have her.
    Samson dialed a number. The call was answered immediately.
    “Dr. Drake’s office. How may I help you?” Barbie doll purred like a kitten.
    “Samson Woodford. I need to see Dr. Drake.”
    “We’re fully booked tonight. How about tomorrow at 1 a.m ?” she offered, her voice much cooler now.  He’d never shown her any interest in all the times he’d visited the practice, and she’d finally given up wasting her charms on him. Just as well. Samson couldn’t stand her or her sugary smile.
    “I think you can do better than that. Considering the outrageous fee your office charges me, I don’t care who you have to cancel.” This was a true emergency.
    “One moment.” There was a click on the line and a short silence before she came back. “He can see you in half an hour.”
    “Thought so.”
    Samson hung up, snatched his coat off the rack and headed for the door. He could walk to Pacific Heights. The night air would clear his head. He sure needed it.
    He stalked through the night, his collar turned up, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets. The rain had eased. The streets were still busy with humans. He ignored