Free Vampires Never Cry Wolf by Sara Humphreys Page A

amid the pile of discarded clothing hadn’t given her away, the lack of a need for oxygen would have. With all that long, dark hair and the curve of those hips, he knew exactly who it was—Sadie. His lips tilted. She couldn’t possibly be aware that this was his place, and even though the temptation to go out there and bust her for trespassing was strong, he refrained.
    Killian didn’t know how long he stood there staring at the beautiful water nymph that had invaded his pool. Seconds? Hours? He didn’t care. All he could see was her . The trance was finally broken when she ascended the stairs at the far end of the pool and sat on the edge with her back to him. His heart thundered in his chest as her alabaster skin glistened in the light of the moon. Every single inch of him hardened as his gaze skimmed over the dip of her waist and along the curve of her round ass.
    Vampire or not, he didn’t give a shit. Killian knew, in that moment, he had to have her. It wasn’t a matter of should or shouldn’t—it was a matter of need.
    Part of him, for just a second, felt guilty for being a peeping Tom, but to be fair, she was the one skinny-dipping in his pool. Any guilt he might have felt was instantly squashed by a surge of desire when she arched her back and stretched her arms over her head. She reminded him of a cat stretching out in a patch of sunshine. She was loose and languid, and he swore he could practically hear her purr with contentment as she basked in the light of the moon. Still with her back to him, she gathered her long, wet hair in both hands and pulled it over her right shoulder to squeeze out the water—and that was when he saw it.
    On her left shoulder blade was a perfect dark circle—the mark of the moon. As the steam rippled off the water’s surface, blurring her from his vision, everything finally made sense. This moment and this woman were his vision come to life.
    Sadie Pemberton, a two-hundred-year-old vampire, bore the mark of the moon.
    Before he could stop it, Killian’s eyes shifted to the glowing amber eyes of his wolf. His muscles rippled, straining against the desire to shift, and every animal instinct went into overdrive. The primal need to claim her and mark her as his was beyond any other sensation he’d ever experienced. Without thinking about the consequences, Killian slid the glass door open and stepped out into the crisp early-morning air, the inky darkness just beginning to give way to glimmers of the impending dawn.
    The moment his foot hit the cement, Sadie leaped to her feet, spun around, and bared her fangs.
    Standing on the steps of the pool, gorgeous and naked as the day she was born, Sadie looked ready to pounce and rip his throat out. The look on her face went from fury to shock within a split second and the change was almost comical—almost. There was nothing funny about the way Killian’s body was responding to hers.
    Nude and fully aroused, he stood at the edge of the pool and let his burning gaze drift over her gorgeous form. Nudity wasn’t a big deal among the wolves, and based on the way Sadie wasn’t running for her clothes, it wasn’t for her either.
    Thank God she didn’t cover herself.
    The woman looked like she was carved from marble, a statue of the goddess Aphrodite come to life. Her round, full breasts were tight and high, and rivulets of water trickled over her erect nipples as though begging him to lap at them. A narrow waist and flat belly gave way to full hips, and his gaze lingered briefly at the juncture of her lean, toned legs. A dark patch of hair hid the treasures he so desperately wanted to discover.
    He expected her to fly off in a furious huff, but to his delight, she met his burning stare with her own as Killian stalked slowly around the edge of the pool toward her.
    â€œWhat the fuck are you doing here? Spying on me?” Sadie seethed. Her dark, almost black eyes clocked his