Who will hunt the hunter?
Second chance romances aren’t just for humans. Unstoppable demon hunter, Bennett is the first to dive into the fight. But he’s also the first to admit that the strategy doesn’t always go his way. Especially when it comes to the vampire that got away.
Immortality comes at a price, and Adair will protect her way of life tooth and nail, as she has for the last five centuries. When she meets the naïve, stubborn, careless… sweet, built, irresistible hunter? Is it possible for a vampire to die of a broken heart?
Rapidly cooling as it trickled down his skin, his own blood pooled at his lip from a blow he hadn’t been fast enough to dodge. Licking it off, he tasted the coppery drip, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “Mmm, tasty. Sorry, but I’m not sharing.”
“Bennett?” Adair murmured, her porcelain skin warm against his, yet her voice was colder than the sleet that teased in the air.
“Yeah?” He knew that tone. Well, not from experience, but he’d known it was inevitable. As she’d put it, minutes before thrusting her tongue down his throat the first time, their ages and lifestyles were insurmountable barriers.
He clicked the coffee pot to brew on his way past the kitchen, stalking into the bathroom. The slope of the brick tile floor declined as he crossed into the walk-in shower and flipped the faucet to steaming, the water defrosting his fogged-over brain. Pressing his palms against the wall, he bent forward and let the heat pool in the recess of his broad shoulders, before washing away the useless memories that were nearly fifteen years expired. Yet those damn pouty lips still haunted him.
Shaking his head, he swallowed. “You don’t have to wait on me. I got it.”
Sliding his legs out of bed, he held the sheet over the goods and glanced around for pants.
She reached for the mug again. “I’m not waiting on you, I’m just not ready for a show quite yet.”
A wicked grin teasing at his mouth, he pounced on her word choice. “Yet? So maybe later? Like, in a few minutes or a few days?”
“Broody and sexy and badass demon hunter?”
And for the first time in over five centuries, maybe ever, she giggled. Bubbling from deep in her belly and pinching her cheeks as the mirth flooded over her. “Maybe,” she managed to squeak out.
Flipping her underneath him, he trailed his lips along her jaw as she tried to calm the delirious giggle fit.