Vampire Trouble by Sara Humphreys Read Free Book Online

bare leg and wrapped it around the boy’s, which pushed her short skirt to dangerous heights. Her silky-looking blond hair spilled down her back in tempting waves, and Shane’s fingers curled at his sides as he imagined what tangling his hands in those long locks would feel like. His body tightened at the mere idea of touching Maya, of brushing his fingertips up her firm, toned legs and discovering what was hidden beneath that little black skirt.
    Shane blinked. What the hell was wrong with him? He hadn’t thought about a woman in that way in centuries, yet here he was, standing under a tree in Central Park with the beginnings of a hard-on.
    The boy moaned and mumbled something incoherent, pulling Shane from his thoughts. Maya pressed her body tightly against the boy, and just before sinking her fangs into the neck of her prey, she whipped her head around, locking gazes with Shane.
    He froze. No one had ever spotted him or picked up on his presence unless he allowed it.
    Until now.
    A fanged grin cracked Maya’s face. Winking at Shane, she whispered, “I win.”
    A growl rumbled low in his chest at the sight of Maya piercing the tender flesh of the boy’s neck. The eyes of her prey widened briefly, and his body went limp while Maya fed. After not even a minute, Maya released him, licked his wound closed, whispered a new memory into his ear, and stepped back. The glamoured human mumbled something incoherent, staggered toward the path, and wandered off into the night no worse for wear.
    Shane’s eyes narrowed. Something far more than the desire for blood was driving her. She’d barely fed and couldn’t have gotten enough to sustain herself for long, which could mean only one thing—she would want to hunt again.
    Maya adjusted the black leather bustier and repositioned the emerald necklace that was ever present around her long, lovely neck. She ran her hands through her hair and watched the boy disappear into the night, but Shane couldn’t take his eyes off her.
    Her alabaster skin practically glowed in the moonlight. Shane removed his leather gloves, the ones he wore to protect himself from the silver weapons he used in battle, and shoved them into the pockets of his long coat. He flexed his bare hands and allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to touch her. To run his fingertips along the curve of her shoulder, to trace a line down the length of her neck with his tongue and sink his fangs into the sweet spot beneath her ear. The wickedly decadent images flickered through his mind, making his body tighten further.
    In the blink of an eye, and without realizing he’d done it, Shane had closed the distance between them and found himself standing directly behind her. Maya’s petite frame was dwarfed by his own and wavered just inches from him.
    â€œI knew you liked to watch.” Her voice, quiet and edged with bitterness, cut into the silence of the night. Maya spun around and stormy, dark blue eyes latched onto his. “Do you get off on that?”
    â€œYou are the one who challenged me to follow you.” Perplexed by her obvious anger at his presence, Shane knit his brows together. He inched closer, his gaze wandering over her face, memorizing every curve. “Or did you forget?”
    Maya’s eyes widened with every inch of personal space that he invaded, yet she didn’t retreat. “I remember telling you and everyone else that I’m tired of having my every move monitored.” She placed her hands on her hips and met his challenging stare. “You’re a sentry and supposedly some badass warrior, but you’re spending the last hours of your night spying on me? What’s your deal? Are you trying to get brownie points with Doug and Olivia? Do you get some kind of bonus for following me around and messing with my life?”
    â€œHardly.”
    â€œThen what’s your damage, dude?”
    â€œActually”—Shane