We’re participating in a Forever Fright Night story round robin? blog rally? I’m not sure but start here and then following to the other blogs to read the entire story.
PART ONE by Kristen Callihan
For a supernatural, there was no better day in the year than Halloween. It was the one time when their “costumes” could come off. And Zach loved it. No wearing plain blue contacts to hide his silver irises, no concentrating to keep his claws retracted, and if his fangs decided to descend? Well, that wasn’t a problem either.
That he could show his true self in front of Willamina Parker was just the icing on his pumpkin-spice cake. It was perfect, really. His favorite holiday with his favorite girl.
Zach had been in love with Willa since the day he found her hanging like a little bat from the tree in his front yard. She’d been eight then, a scrawny thing, her long, brown hair swinging in the breeze as she dangled. She’d given him a toothy grin, right after she’d ordered him to “get the hell off my lawn.” Her lawn, as if he was the one trespassing. For ten-year-old Zach, it had been a revelation. Nobody, and that included the town sheriff, told a Volkov what to do. Until her. And he’d loved it, loved her.
He still did, not that she knew that. Even now, as a luscious and far-too-tempting twenty-four-year-old woman, she was clueless about how he felt. She was only out with him now as a friend-date, and no matter how badly he wanted to make it clear that he wanted her, it was for the best. The Volkovs tended to keep to themselves. Better that way, seeing as those they tangled with often ended up dead or dismembered.
“I cannot get over how gorgeous those contacts are,” Willa said, pressing closer to him as they stood on her front porch. “Though they really should be yellow.”
Zach braced himself, caught between needing to step away from her heady scent so that he could think straight and wanting to lean closer and sink his fangs into her warm flesh. Hell’s bells, she’d taste so good. He just knew it. His mouth watered.
He took a step back on the pretense of giving Willa enough room to close her front door and lock it. “Why yellow contacts?”
“Well, Michael’s eyes turned yellow in the video, remember?”
And there was the one great flaw in his night. He looked like a fucking tool. Only Willa could cajole him into dressing up as Michael Jackson from the “Thriller” video. Though where she’d found the vintage eighties red-leather jacket he was currently wearing was anyone’s guess.
Zach resisted the urge to roll his shoulders or tear the jacket into shreds. “Are we talking about werewolf Michael or zombie Michael?”
“Werewolf.” Her nose wrinkled in that adorable way that made him ache to kiss it. “I don’t think I could stomach you going around in zombie makeup. I wouldn’t be able to look at you all night.”
Because Willa hated gore. Too bad for Zach, who dealt with that far more than he ought to. He took her elbow as they went down her front walk and headed out for the night. “You’d look cute even if you were a zombie, Will.”
As it was, he could hardly keep his eyes off her.
Dressed in a fuzzy pink sweater and a bell-shaped fifties skirt, she looked… He glanced at her breasts gently bobbing under the sweater as she walked… She looked edible. Like cotton candy.
“Though you mind telling me why I have to wear the ugly eighties jacket and you get to put on the retro fifties getup?” Zach’s lip curled as he glanced at the red leather menace covering him. “If I’m werewolf Michael”—and oh, the irony—“shouldn’t I be wearing a letterman jacket?”
“Technically, yeah.” Will gave him a sidelong look. “But then I wouldn’t have the pleasure of seeing you squeezed into those tight leather pants.”
Yeah, he’d refrained from thinking about the pants. Red-leather pants. Zach came to a halt as Willa burst out laughing, pulling her phone out of her pocket to take a picture of him.
“This is one for the Picture Hall of Fame,” she said through her laughter.
“Oh, that is it.” Zach grinned and let out a low growl. “It is on.”
Slowly he stalked her, watching as her cheeks pinked and she began to back up. Wrong move, sweets. He loved a good chase.
“It is on?” she repeated, her voice going breathy. He freaking loved that sound.
“Like Donkey Kong,” he promised. “Keep backing up, Will. You’re going to need a head start.”
Her brown eyes sparkled with humor. “What are we, ten and twelve? Whatcha gonna do, Volkov? Give me a wedgie?”
She really shouldn’t be mentioning her underwear when his blood was up. Just the thought had him pouncing. Willa screeched, high and excited, as he wrapped an arm around her waist and tackled her. Together they fell onto the lawn, Zach controlling the fall and taking the impact with one arm. It was an easy thing for him to do.
Even so, Willa’s breath left in a little whoosh as they landed, with Zach half on top of her, his thigh pressed between hers.
“You should know, Will,” Zach said thought his laughter, “that if I get my hands up your skirts, it won’t be to give you a wedgie.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew he’d fucked up. Willa sucked in a quick, shocked breath. Their eyes met. And then everything slowed down. He became aware of Willa’s lush curves, warm and fragrant, pressed against his harder body. Her pink lips parted. So fucking soft. He wanted a taste. Just one.
She was panting now, her scent growing stronger. Aroused. Zach bit back a groan as heat flooded him. Just one little taste. He’d wanted her for so long.
His claws grew, snagging on her fuzzy sweater. And he stilled, his lips a breath away from hers. Cold reality washed over him. Zach closed his eyes and cursed his forefathers anew. With the last shred of control he had, Zach pulled away and sat up, drawing his knees up to hide the obvious effect Willa had on him.
“So.” He cleared his throat. “Where is this party being held?”
Stupid question. And it took her a moment to answer, her voice just as strained as his. “Andrew Whalen’s house.”
Ice-cold rage hit him like a sucker punch, and he drew in a harsh breath.
“I know you don’t get along,” Willa snapped. “But he was my brother’s best friend.” Gently, she touched Zach’s back, and he tried not to flinch. “It will only be for a few minutes, I swear. And then we’ll do whatever you want for the rest of the night.”
In any other circumstance, Zach would have loved to hear those words. But he thought of Whalen and his fangs cut into his inner lip. There were a thousand reasons to stay far away from Whalen and his brood, Willa being at the top of the list. But she was stroking his back, her voice pleading for this one thing. And Zach had never been able to deny her anything.
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