acknowledge that gift.”
Ellie was hesitant, but leaned forward a little and touched each man in turn on the back of his bent head. At the brush of her hand upon him, Valeri raised his head and gave her an impudent grin before resuming his seat on the sofa.
Miros was slower to get up. He was huge, tall and broad, even bigger than Rylek. His face could never be described as handsome, rough and scarred as it was, but his expression was almost gentle, and he moved in a careful way. It seemed that he was unwilling to frighten the “little human female” any further.
“Since there is no immediate danger, Alpha, perhaps we should go back outside?” Miros asked politely, indicating himself and Valeri.
“Yes, my thanks,” Rylek responded formally, and the two vulfen warriors wasted no time in leaving.
Ellie sighed quietly in relief. Three large men in her small
apartment, civilized or otherwise, took up altogether too much physical space.
“Ellie, are you well?” Rylek asked after a moment. “Your cheeks have some color now. Perhaps you are ready to believe I am real?” His voice was hopeful. “You told me I could not be real.”
Ellie considered that she might be getting used to the idea of
Rylek as a wolf, or, a vulfen. She nodded. “Maybe,” she allowed.
“Then, are you recovering from your shock?” he pressed.
Ellie gave him a withering glance.
“There must have been a better way to tell me. You were trying to be as frightening as possible,” she accused.
“No, beautiful one, I want many things with you, but I do not want you to fear me,” he said quietly. “But there is the problem of my people’s need for secrecy. We have done such a good job of making ourselves into a legend, I think, that it becomes difficult to convince someone with whom we want to share this knowledge.
“There are not many humans who know of us. Very few human females would be strong enough for a full vulfen mating, and so our males do not even look among you.”
Something in his tone alerted her and she asked, “If you mated me, would that cause a problem with your people?”
Rylek stood up and began to pace back and forth in her living room. There was something predatory in the way he moved. She had noticed the quality back at the restaurant and marked the differences between Rylek and all the other men of her admittedly limited acquaintance, but she could never have guessed that there was such a fantastical explanation. She had chalked it up to pure sex appeal, that irresistible magnetism that some males had for females, and he certainly had that in abundance.
“There are those, even among my people, who will judge you as too weak to be an Alpha’s mate, simply because you are human,” he said. “I resisted you for so long because of that.”
Ellie was startled. “Resisted me for so long? But we only met tonight!”
Rylek had the grace to look sheepish. “Yes, we met tonight. But I wanted you when I first saw you, and the hours moved too slowly. Hours! With a vulfen female, things would move much more quickly. It became torture to scent you near me, to serve your meal and watch you eat for someone else.”
He knelt and looked into her eyes.
“A beautiful woman eating is…part of the first mating ritual of my people. Deeply arousing to all males,” he said, his voice a deep masculine rumble. “Even more so to me because you are my mate, and your scent captivates me, intoxicates me. It is like suddenly drinking strong vodka when you have tasted only water, but the effect is many times more powerful than the best vodka. Truly, it is almost impossible to resist. I restrained myself, tried to deny that you could be mine, because you were fully human.”
“And because I was with a date,” Ellie added.
“No,” Rylek said immediately, “that is a human reaction. A vulfen would always take his mate from a lesser male. That human male you were with,” and here his voice dropped, as if he could
William K. Klingaman, Nicholas P. Klingaman
John McEnroe;James Kaplan