Death's Kiss

Chapter Two: Tongue Tied

Did I just say—

"Ghost of my dreams?" The woman eyed me up and down, taking a sip of a very fruity drink as she switched which leg she had over the other. I couldn't help but stare with her dress that barely covered her thigh.

Damn. I'd let her step on me with those stilettos.

Leaning against the counter, I tried to recover with a sauve pose that showed off the muscles in my biceps. "Yes, you must be a ghost, because you're drop dead gorgeous."

A bright red blush traveled up her face and to the tips of her ears. She coughed and took a very long sip of her drink while she considered me. "You look a little young to be in a bar."

"Old enough to die, old enough to drink," I state with a smile. "Are you here alone?"

Shit that sounded so creepy. I don't want to come across as a creep, that'll scare her off.

The woman narrowed her eyes. "Who's asking?"

"Rory," I say extending my hand. "A woman who is terrible at talking to hot ladies."

She giggled and took my hand. "Jamie, a lady who doesn't know whether to be flustered or to call the cops."

"It's hard to know who's a serial killer and who's a hot date, especially in this wooded city." I stretched my arm out, laying it across her shoulders. "I assure you I don't kill pretty ladies for fun." Images of my last kill popped into my head. I didn't enjoy my job, I'd never do it again once I reached retirement. Knowing some wolves did it for fun was sickening.

"That sounds like something a serial killer would say," Jamie whispered, only an inch from my ear.

Something sharp poked into my side as she closed the distance between us. "I know you're a shadow. Am I being targeted right now?"

Oh shit. Hot and sharp. I could hardly contain myself. "If you were, you'd already be dead."

Jamie sat back, replacing her hidden blade. Her dark eyes were full of curiosity and distrust. "I like mimosas and hard lemonades. You?"

"Pina colata's and whiskey on the rocks." I took a sip of my intense drink and slammed it down as the club music pulsed through the ground making it shake. "Would you do be the honor of a dance?"

Jamie stood up and extended her hand, waiting for me to take it.

When I did, I was taken aback by how perfectly her small hands fit into my larger ones. She had the hands of someone delicate, someone who needed to be protected against the evils of the world. And that night, I felt like she was my responsibility.

Stepping onto the dance floor, she swayed her hips, flipping her hair behind her and stepping to the beat. I led her to the center and spun her around, careful to keep my hand at her waist, despite the temptation to drop it down. Her dress sparkled like a serpents scales, tantalizing, dangerous. When the light passed over, I could see a glimmer of silver from her fae form that was hidden beneath the human disguise.

I shouldn't have been here. I shouldn't have been with a fae. But I couldn't help it. She was enchanting.

Dipping her back, I watched her swallow when I got within a breath of her face. She flushed a bright crimson.

"Having fun?" I asked with a side smile.

Jamie nodded. "I do wonder—" she said as the music changed, and I pulled her up. "Can you—" She wrapped her leg around mine. "Tango?"

Moon damn.

I could feel my tail emerge down my pant leg, wagging with excitement. Shaking my head I forced it away. If the humans saw any of my werewolf traits they'd panic, it'd bring the hunters on us all.

The world was blurry with Jamie at the center, she was all I could see, glowing like snow fallen on the dirt covered earth.

"No I don't," I said, swallowing as she tilted my chin up to look at her face and not her tits. Her dress was too low, it was enticing. I didn't mean to look but they were right there.

Jamie wiggled her brows. "Then let me lead you."

For the first time, I let go, I allowed her to pull me around the dance floor. She traced her fingers up my spine, making me shiver. The music pounded loudly, each beat accentuated by each step she made.

"Wrap you hand around my waist and grab my thigh," Jamie instructed as she pressed against my body.

"I—what?" She wanted my to touch her thigh?

"It's for a lift, don't get nasty thoughts," Jamie teased, booping me on the nose.

My wolf ears wiggled in my hair, coming into sight. "Shit." I pulled away, cupping my hands over them to hide them.

"Don't worry about it, everyone wears ears these days, the hunters won't notice," Jamie whispered, pulling my hands away, and placing them on her body. "You're going to lift and spin one time."

I sucked in a sharp breath. "Okay." I did as she asked, she was so light, practically weightless as I spun her through the air. She kept her eyes locked with mine, more relaxed then they had been before, the distrust melting away, replaced by something I couldn't read.

Then the music stopped, changing to a hip hop beat. I set her down, the connection broken.

My brothers stood at the sidelines watching me. It was time to go. But I didn't want to. I wanted to stay in this moment.

Jamie stepped away. It was too late, it was already over. She slipped a piece of paper in my hand and disappeared as if she had never existed. I looked down at the paper, barely able to read it in the dark.

"Meet me for coffee sometime, I work the morning shift at star bucks" - Jamie

My tail wagged so much that it almost ripped my pants. She wanted coffee. I, Rory, was going to meet a girl for coffee. While I had hoped it was a phone number, this would do. I didn't totally strike out.

Smugly, I strolled past my brothers. "I need to get to bed early because someone has a coffee date."