Blue Moon~ Blackwater Series 3

Chapter Seven

Mona

"This be a fecking waste of a night." Mona hissed, smearing her annoyance upon others. "If you had been honest from start, instead of foostering around."

"I think Kaliska chewing him out is more than enough," Paulina interjected.

Air froze around Mona, her eyes shimmering vampuric. "I have much right to be pissed and state my feelings." The stiffness in Mona's posture, was like a predator ready to pounce.

Kaliska's adoptive father opened his mouth to speak. "I was only--"

"Shut up," Latham sneered. He wasn't angry at Kaliska's father. Latham noticed the way Mona's eyes lingered sapphire. Her vampire was out, fangs now exposed. "Rather you care to understand, we are not human. And how we talk to another and stare. How we express, is much stronger than a human like you can handle." Latham shifted his body between Mona and Frank. Last thing Mona needed was to stick her fangs in Kaliska's adoptive father neck. "Lower your head and take a few steps back," he whispered to Frank.

Everyone else stood silent, understanding the situation. The werewolves stifled growls. It was insulting to have a vampire threaten any in their territory without permission.

At a safe distance, Frank stood in fear of his life.

"Mona." Latham waved both hands out, taking one step at a time her way. "Let us leave for the night. Ariel, let's go," he told his progeny. She said her goodbyes to the few werewolves she'd become friends with over the last few months. "Mona. We're waiting on you."

She blinked and sneered.

"No apologies?" Miles snarled from her behavior.

Mona wasn't one to say sorry. it was rare to hear that come out from her mouth. She'd only do it for the ones she cared for most. Miles was far from being even liked by her. "Don't forget yourself, young lad." She left in unnatural speed.

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"You can't go off threatening every person who pisses you off," Latham shouted. Only with Mona did she bring him such heightened tone. Latham placed his hand in his hips. Mona went straight to the kitchen for some blood.

   Ariel waved her hands out. "I know. Upstairs," she said. She went up in supernatural speed; which calculated to two seconds.

   Mona poured a wine bottle of blood into a glass. She twirled it around, letting the scent simmer. She left the kitchen light off. Emotions were dark and unraveled.

   It took Latham much to hold back. The last thing Mona wanted was him smothering her. They'd been having intimate encounters for the last five months, at Mona's pace. She didn't want to feel tied down. But he was done with going slow and being just her sex partner. He never wanted that and settled to her safety needs. Approaching Mona, he reached for her glass.

   Her eyes narrowed like daggers. He ran his hand over his bald head. His broad shoulders riped, shirt tight against his biceps. She lowered her eyes to his raised shirt, abs exposed. Body lean she nipped on her bottom lip. She finished her blood, placing the glass on the table and slithered her hands up his chest. She had a new thought in mind.

   Latham's brow arched. "This isn't going to work."

   "Why?" She whispered in his ear. She nipped lightly on his earlobe. He stiffened. She ran her painted fingernails down his body. "This is what you want. I can feel it." She smiled saying that.

   Sneering from the choice he was about to make, Latham pulled both Mona's arms away. "You can't distract me. You have to learn to use your words."

   Changing mood back to hostile behavior, Mona shoved him in the chest. "Then why be here if not interested." She knew eventually, he'd get bored of her. There was no way she'd show how she felt.