Free His Lover's Fangs by Kallysten Page B

from the
hospital, with the doctor’s strict orders to take things slow and
easy for a while. And they had slipped into bed and done just that.
Slow and easy. Lying on their sides, kissing and touching and
holding as they rocked against each other, not trying to reach a
climax but merely to reassure each other. It had been a close call.
She could still hear his voice, repeating over and again as she
fell asleep in his arms—
    “I love you.”
    Blinking back to the present, Olivia looked
at the man in front of her, just beyond her reach.
    “I love you,” he repeated. “But if you kill,
I will stake you.”
    Pain and anger pulled a growl from her
throat. He shouldn’t have said that. He should have known better.
She had hoped he’d be able to see her for what she was. She still
wasn’t sure he did, but she could help him get there.
    “Not if I kill you first, lover,” she
replied, snarling.
    For just an instant, she thought she saw him
smile.
    “It’s a date, then.”
    “A date?” she snorted. Only Logan would come
up with such a silly notion. “I guess you didn’t get the program,
but it’s already started, lover. Why do you think I’m here?”
    His eyes never leaving her, he placed the
crossbow on the dresser. “I don’t know. What did you expect to do?”
With a shrug of his shoulders, the robe slid off him, leaving him
nude, just two yards away from Olivia. He might as well have been
on the other side of the world. “It’s not like you can get in,” he
said, mocking, echoing Olivia’s thoughts.
    Her hands returned to the barrier that
protected him, and she unconsciously pressed forward. Inside, Logan
had turned away from her. She watched him put on some boxers, then
slide into tight jeans and a white t-shirt. Only when she noticed
the extra wiggle to his ass and a furtive glance from the corner of
his eye did she get it—he was putting on a show for her. And it
worked. Her panties clung to her folds, her hands clenching in thin
air the way she wished she could rip his clothes off his body.
Another growl erupted from her throat. Logan threw her a triumphant
look.
    “Problem?” he said in a falsely sweet
voice.
    “Only for you when I rip out your
throat.”
    All emotions drained from his face. He took a
step back, then another, and left the bedroom, swinging the door
shut behind him. Olivia closed her eyes and, for a moment, rested
her forehead against the barrier. Hunger tore at her guts,
demanding that she feed, but her desire was even stronger. She
didn’t know how she could bear to talk to him when her body yearned
so much for his. She didn’t know how she would get through this
anymore. She just knew she had to.
     
    * * * *
     
    The fridge started buzzing more loudly, a
reminder to Logan that he had been standing in front of it for a
little while already. He finally closed the door without pulling
anything out. He couldn’t think of eating, not when Olivia—no, he
couldn’t think of her as Olivia; that wasn’t who she was
anymore—not when she was outside,
throwing threats and glares at him.
    If he was honest with himself, he had known
she would come tonight. Neither of them had ever cared much about
holidays, but they had always made this day special. This was the
day when they had graduated from the Academy together and made
their relationship official. It was the closest thing they had to
an anniversary.
    He wondered if he should call the agency. His
coworker had been nothing short of supportive for the past five
days. He had understood Logan’s need to take that one assignment
and offered to help him. Logan hadn’t wanted help, though. Not for
this. He had made a promise, long ago, and he would get through
with it. He just needed time. Time to say goodbye, to see her for
who she was, to accept that it was over. Time to see her again,
just a little longer.
    Barely aware of what he was doing, he turned
toward the bedroom door. It had been a while. Was she still in the
backyard? He