Serenity
He sounded like Mason.
My heart recognized his heartbeat.
What I was seeing was impossible.
And yet, Iâd just mated with a werewolf. As a vampire, I could suspend disbelief to an extent.
Mason kept looking at his hair, then he jumped from the bed to look in the mirror in all his naked glory.
I tried not to stare.
It was next to impossible.
He was perfectly formed, like a sculpture you see in a museum; every ounce of tissue on his body was sinewy muscle, rock-hard, from his tree-trunk legs to his flat abs.
Scars marred his back, scars that Iâd never seen before.
Black hair ran down to the middle of his spine.
Red sliced through the black on either side, creating highlights brought on by blood.
Slowly, I stood and wrapped a sheet around my body.
The minute I approached, he tugged the sheet down and looked his fill, his eyes achingly slow as they drank my body in.
âI want you again,â he whispered. âButââ
âTake me.â I was his, and he was mineâno matter what color his hair, his skin.
He grinned. âI like your thoughts. They make me think this is just⦠an odd coincidence of a werewolf and vampire mating.â
I gulped. âI wish that were the case, butââ
âBut then I wouldnât know how to make that tree die out there.â He nodded toward the window. âI wouldnât know the exact phrase to use to speak to the grass so it grows. I wouldnât know those things, no.â
He was easily over a foot taller than I, and I reached up and touched the scars on his back only to stutter back when a black feather suddenly appeared and fell to the ground at my feet.
The minute I touched it, it disintegrated into ash.
Mason swore and then shoved me behind him so hard I almost collided with the mirror.
âWhat is it?â I whispered.
He shook his head in disbelief. âWell, it looks like I wonât need to go hunting for them.â
âThem?â
âWatchers,â he whispered, and then uttered deep in his throat, a scratchy, âMy brothers.â