The open wallet on the ground next to him showed a license: Sean Caffrey, twenty-one. A brilliant teal eye peered up through swollen flesh and the young man moaned again. Medium height and a muscular build, just right for his bone structure. Dark hair, though shadows and matted blood made the exact shade unknown. His sharp eyes made out a youthful face, early twenties if that, and pretty despite the bruises and cuts. He moved closer until, before he realized it, he was standing over the beaten and bloody young man. This person's blood held an almost spicy scent, like nutmeg or cinnamon. True, all blood had that metallic-copper tang, like sucking on a penny, but over the years, he'd begun to realize that some people had something else, a subtle undertone, some pleasant, others not so much. There wasn't as much blood as he'd imagined it was the strength and appeal of the scent that held him. He'd been alive too long to not have left some record of his existence and the scene of a violent crime was not the best place for someone like him to be discovered. Surely someone would call the police and if he were nearby, questions would be asked. He knew he ought to flee in the opposite direction. He was still two streets over when he heard the first low sound of pain and he picked up his pace.
He'd fed only a few days ago but it had been decades since anything had roused his interest.
It was the smell of blood that drew him, though more from curiosity than hunger. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews. BONUS - Preview of HEATED GAMES by Melody LewisĬopyright © 2014 Steam Books Erotica & RomanceĪll rights reserved.