Blood Bond Bonus Scene 4
Blood Bond
Derek taking the opportunity to appreciate the mysterious beauty slouched across the pool table across from him.
She was snarky, feisty, and quick to anger, but in the short time he’d known her, she’d completely taken over his life.
He’d tried fighting it—for about five seconds. But then she’d said something, did he even remember what it was? Something about compelling Steppe to cross-dress as a means of revenge for what he’d said about Bailey. From that moment, he’d been hooked.
No one in his family had even given him a hard time for it, which surprised him. Cambria was a Hunter. He was a Werewolf. Then again, it wasn’t like he’d had many girlfriends. Maybe they were relieved he’d finally taken the risk.
Cambria’s eyes darted up and caught him staring.
It jolted him out of his reverie and he straightened, frowning at being caught.
She only grinned and repositioned herself for the shot.
She drew back the pool stick and then jammed it forward.
The cue ball struck the target and it sank into the pocket like a bullet.
Cambria straightened and walked over to him, still smiling.
“You were staring at me,” she said.
He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. His pulse accelerated at her closeness. Why did she have to affect him like this? A guy couldn’t think …
“And?” he said, hoping it came out indifferent.
“And I like when you stare at me,” she said, her voice dropping low.
He resisted the urge to glance around. No one ever took notice of them in this place. It’s one of the reasons he and Wes liked it so much. Cord thought it was … how had she put it? Skeevy. That was it. She never came here.
He jammed his hands into his pockets and faced off with Cambria. She leaned closer so their faces were only inches apart. Her mouth dangled in front of him, inviting his to meet it. He didn’t back down.
“Does it make you nervous?” he whispered, enjoying the game they were playing despite his usual reserve.
“Yes,” she admitted.
That surprised him. He’d been sure she’d say no. This girl never ceased to surprise him. “Then why do you like it?” he asked.
“Because it means you aren’t looking at anyone else.”
His lips curved upward. “I can promise you this, Cambria Hebert: when you’re in the room, I’m not looking anywhere else but at you.”
She opened her mouth, no doubt ready with some flirty, snarky retort, but he didn’t let her get it out. Before she could form a sound, he swooped in and silenced her with a kiss.