Vampire's Kiss 2
Mac's POV.
I feel him. I sense him like the air I push in and out of my lungs. Within the throng of guests, I know Harm is near. My eyes scan table after table, lingering when I catch a man who looks just like him nursing a drink at the bar. He's here, I can sense it and my distraction is evident enough for my dance partner to be irritated.
I can't blame Webb when I've been an awful date. First it was the roses I refused because I just couldn't accept flowers from a man I didn't love and I wasn't about to lead him on. Then I nearly broke his hand, a reflex really that occurs when a man gets a little too touchy without my consent and Webb's sneaky little fingers were an inch away from me breaking all his digits.
"You could pretend to enjoy dancing with me."
"I am enjoying it."
He mumbles, "Yeah right," and I snort at his comment. After a few more sways Clay's exasperated enough that he nearly knocks us into another couple. "Look, bite the goddamn bullet, tell Rabb you're in love with him and cut the male population of Washington a little slack."
Oops, "Am I that obvious?"
He nods, "Oblivious you mean? Rabb feels the same way and has since day one. Why you can't figure it out, I don't know."
"I don't either."
"You're a Marine, make the first move." Clay motions to the very back of the hall to a table that hid in the shadows. That's when I felt my heart change its syncopation and gallop like a prize horse. It was odd to see Harm wearing a tuxedo at these functions, through the years it was always dress whites or mess dress, two uniforms he looked devine in.
His tux is all black, from jacket to bow tie and shirt, the man was sexy as sin and the woman in me wanted to run into his arms and kiss him until we both needed oxygen. He looks dangerous and captivating all at once. I'm surprised to find him alone holding a glass of bourbon, not dangling off the arm of some blonde bimbo. Harm seems upset and he's scowling like he'd rather be anyone but here. I've seen that look before, he wore the same one a century ago when I first fell in love with him.
My maker had finally set me free after teaching me how to survive in the human World with my new gift. Harm had run away from his master once the mental hold she had on him faded one day. He set his eyes on me as we sat on opposite sides of a tavern and the rest, as they say, was history.
He was made for me and I for him, a fact that carried us for a time until his master wanted him back. I begged Safi to spare him, there were so many more she could have turned into her play things. Instead, she nearly killed Harm and I watched as she burned my very existence out of his memories and with it went our life together.
I nearly died from the heartache. Drifted between several men who only wanted my body until a cool, Fall morning we met again in a rose garden.
Of course, he didn't remember me and I've spent the past three years trying to unlock the hold that woman held on him.
"Sarah? What's wrong?"
"I need some air." I tell Webb and when he tries to follow, a simple mental command keeps him in the ballroom while the speeches commence. I escape through the French doors and step on to a darkened balcony and the cool fall air.
"Damnit." I feel the strap of my heel come out if its buckle and brace myself against a nearby wall for balance as I cinch it closed. And that's when I sense a change in the air, a crackle of electric heat when he quietly walks close.
"You look beautiful tonight." He says in a low voice that makes my insides quiver with delight. I'm a little surprised he noticed me given the way he hid in the shadows.
"Don't think I didn't see you sulking in the shadows. If you didn't want to dance you could have said so."
Harm doesn't speak. Instead his body touches mine. Front against my back and the heat of him ressurects so many memories that I instinctively tilt my head and offer him my neck. He places a hesitant kiss and then another. I try to bite back a moan but it escapes my lips the very second I feel the tips of his fangs pierce my skin.
It's exquisite, this painful pleasure. Each pull from his mouth has the sensation of an intimate touch. I feel my core clench when he takes more and I wonder, I beg and pray that this exchange raises the veil over his mind.
He's hard, my backside rubs against him, a promise of what could happen if he only let go. I fantasize about Harm constantly with dreams of endless nights, rumpled sheets and a love making so wonderful I'd beg for him not to stop.
I try to touch him, to feel him through his trousers and end this hapless life but it's then that the spell breaks. Harm's tongue darts out to seal the bite marks and a breath later he's rushing towards the doors with a clipped, "I'm sorry."
When I gather my bearings long enough to run after Harm, he's already gone.