Taming the Night (Creatures of the Night Book 1) by Tisha Wilson Read Free Book Online Page A

and a few people in town were afraid of him. It didn’t used to be that way, at least not before…
    “You gonna give me my money?”
    He looked over his shoulder to see the vixen. She had crossed her arms in front of her and had lost a bit of her easy going attitude.
    “I’m going to give you your money,” he said as he turned back to his coffee and blew on it. He heard her sigh in resignation as she took the stool beside his.
    “It’s getting late you know.”
    He looked towards the front window. The sun was just barely setting. “Are you an old woman? You can’t stay up past eight or something?” he teased.
    “There are easier ways to get a woman to have a drink with you than holding her money hostage sugar,” she snapped back as she signaled the bartender. She ordered a Jack Daniels which caused him to look at her.
    “You drink Jack?” he asked looking her over. She could define the word gorgeous with her perfectly tan skin and beautifully shining black hair.
    “Am I supposed to be drinking something with an umbrella in it Officer? Is it against the law for a woman to own a motorcycle shop and drink hard liquor?”
    “Okay. Don’t loose your cool. I was just commenting. I don’t even do Jack. I’m a Crown man myself. It’s smoother.”
    She relaxed some with that comment. He couldn’t tell if it was an act, but ag ain the transition was so flawless that he was left feeling a little unsure about her. “Well I don’t like smooth. I like hard.”
    This made him look back to his steaming mug. Was she flirting with him? “I just want to talk to you is all,” he finally replied, his mouth a little dry.
    She glanced at the setting sun nervously. “I would love to but it’s really time for me to go.”
    “Who is Thomas Sierra? ” he asked suddenly. This caused all the color to drain from her pretty face as she looked at him.
    “What?”
    “The tattoo on your back. There’s a little poem and a name at the edge of the angel wings.”
    “Thomas was my husband,” she said quickly as she do wned the drink in one pull. “He’s dead. Can I have my money now?”
    “I’m sorry to hear that.”
    “Yeah. Me too. Tell you what,” she said as she stood up. “You pay for the drinks with that money. I’ve gotta go.”
    Before he could stop her she was striding towards the door. He was out of the stool in seconds and grasping her arm. He immediately released her when she turned her eyes on him. Eyes that had been a clear whiskey colored brown just a few moments ago were now a clear violet color just like…
    “You,” he said with as much accusation as he could muster.
    *
    She looked around swiftly to see who was watching. Everyone was watching. They had been watching since she’d walked in the door. He was going to out her in front of these people. If it had been a drunk she could have called him crazy, but this was their star, their king, the royalty of this little town. She knew it by the way they looked at him, as if what he said was golden. He left her no choice.
    She wrapped her hands in his shirt front, pulled him to her, tipped up and kissed him hard on the mouth. He resisted her first but soon his arms were wrapped around her, pulling her closer. Suddenly the room fell away. The people fell away. There was nothing but his soft lips and his tasty scent wrapping itself around her. She deepened the kiss and he took her tongue into his mouth as he thrust his own tongue into hers. Her breathing became labored as she pressed herself up into his muscular chest. All she could think of was getting him back to her hotel room.
    In fact she couldn’t think of a better thing in the world. She was already in knee deep with Bateman. She couldn’t get any deeper. She was about to pull away to suggest it when a tingling sensation stole over the nape of her neck and up over her head. She felt her nails lengthen and her pupils dilate. She pulled away and spun to look outside.
    “What the hell,” she whispered