Free Hard Days Night (The Firsts Book 8) by C.L. Quinn Page A

out of her comfort zone.  And this bizarre, weird-ass situation with a dead man who suddenly wasn’t dead, giving up her phone because he told her to, and now waking in a strange place with him, shot her alarm and anger into orbit.  Mal was accustomed to controlling things in her world and this was just unacceptable.
    “Give me my cell phone.  I’m not fucking around now.  I need to contact the local police, call an ambulance, and let my partner know where I am.  Now, do you understand me?”
     
     
    Compulsion was fluid.  It could be used to simply control a behavior, like when he had her hand him her cell phone, or it could completely alter behavior, thoughts, memories, or ideas. 
    Ahmose hated the use of compulsion in most cases.  The idea that it was okay to control someone else was distasteful to him in every way, but he knew there were times it had to be done.
    This was one of those times.  He would use his ability, but only at its weakest level.  She needed to stay, he needed her, but he would not affect her mind, only her body.  Besides, he very much enjoyed her sharp mind and tongue.
    Ahmose lifted off the bed and slowly walked around it to where she stood, breathing hard, demanding he comply to orders.  If not frightened, she was on guard and ready to fight.  He thought she was quite magnificent.  He couldn’t help the thing, his cock began to swell again because everything about this little human female excited him.  This could get quite interesting since the primary thing he needed from her was blood, and a blood draw was often highly erotic.  Paired with the fact that he found her so stimulating, he knew, there was no question, he would have her.
    His body felt weak, and had never felt so before.  Compulsion required little power, and that was fortunate, because little power was all he had right now.
    As he approached her, he smiled when she backed up, and began to glance around the room quickly.  She was looking for a weapon or an exit because she didn’t trust him.  Wise.  She certainly had no reason to.  He would secure her now and then take the first blood draw to begin the healing.  Rest would be required next and he would take her with him to the enclosed room on the first floor that would shelter him safely when the daylight returned.
     
     
    He moved so elegantly for a man lying dead at her feet minutes ago.  Mal couldn’t move her eyes off of him as he stood and came around the foot of the bed towards her. It seemed odd that a man so large, so heavily muscled, could move so easily, with such grace.
    She backed away, a cop’s reaction to a perceived threat, or one of an unknown nature.   He was the biggest man she’d ever seen, and in this small room, he seemed larger than anyone ever should.  Since she was trained to defend herself, she rarely worried about anyone, even men, but this one, this alpha male with an erection beginning, both terrified her and excited her.
    She perceived no threat from him, and yet she knew somehow that this was too far beyond her experience to control the way she needed to.  The only thing she really knew at this point was one thing…she needed to get the hell out of here.
    Scanning the room, there was no easy outlet, and nothing she could use to defend herself if it became necessary.  Here, now, with him moving toward her carefully, she would have to rely on her wit.   Without her permission, her eyes dropped to this man’s cock, which, damn, speaking of extraordinary…everything about him was beautiful.  In other circumstances, this would be a moment to give in to her needs and find out what this man could do with it.  In other circumstances!
    “You need to stop, sir.  I don’t want to hurt you, but you’re pushing me into a corner, and I will defend myself.”
    “I believe you.  But that isn’t how this is going to go.  I’m feeling a great deal of fatigue now and I need to feed , heal, and get some rest.”
    “Good.