I Only Have Fangs For You. Kathy Love

Wilhelmina said, begrudgingly. “If you like that type.”

      It was Greta’s turn to give her an incredulous look. “Who doesn’t like that type?”

      Wilhelmina started to say she didn’t, until she made the mistake of glancing in his direction. The blond mortal talked animatedly to Sebastian. Sebastian stared past her at Wilhelmina. His intense topaz eyes locked with hers, sizzling with an emotion she didn’t understand.

      Wilhelmina’s breath caught in her throat. They stared at each other for a moment, then the blonde touched Sebastian’s hand, and the connection broke. Sebastian returned his attention to the woman beside him.

      Wilhelmina pulled in another breath, trying to ignore the tingling in her limbs. Irritation filled her, irritation with herself, with Greta, with the stupid blonde who had no idea who or what she was flirting with.

      “Doesn’t it bother you that you were just one of the…” Even in her annoyance, Wilhelmina couldn’t bring herself to finish her rude question.

      But Greta laughed and finished it for her. “One of the many? No. Sebastian isn’t the type to settle down, and I never expected it. We had fun, and we’re friends. It’s all good.”

      Greta picked up her drinks and glided away.

      Wilhelmina watched her leave, an image of Greta and Sebastian flashing into her head, in full Technicolor. Their tall, lithe bodies intertwined. Golden skin to golden skin. Mouths and hands exploring…

      The tingling, which had almost dissipated, sparked, searing over her skin. Even as nausea roiled in her stomach.

      She let out a low growl, more anger filling her. How could Greta be so stupid as to be used by the likes of him? Mortals didn’t know what he was. But Greta? The idea disturbed her. Upset her.

      Was no one immune to him? Not even…

      She glanced back at him. He talked with the mortal, charming. Alluring. Deceiving her with his feigned interest. When in truth he was only interested in one thing. Biting her. Hurting her.

      She didn’t know how to stop him, but she couldn’t let another vampire hurt her. She frowned at her thoughts. No, not her. Humans. He couldn’t hurt more humans. He wouldn’t hurt this one.

      Before she thought better of it, she strode to the booth.