“Didn’t get the wolf. Lost his scent at the bay. You talk to your dad this morning, got nothin’ else to give him.”

“That’s not good news,” I replied.

“No.” He stopped by the bed and tossed something on it. My eyes went to it as he finished, “It’s not.”

But I was staring at the new toothbrush in its wrapping sitting on the bed, my mind blank of everything. Absolutely everything. Everything but that fucking toothbrush.

“Givin’ you ten minutes,” he stated.

My head snapped up, the talons suddenly gripping my throat from the inside strangling me as I watched him start to turn.

Thus I had to force out my “A new toothbrush?”

He stopped turning and looked back down at me.

“Yeah, unless you wanna use mine, which I prefer you didn’t.”

I snatched it up in a grip so tight, the plastic buckled in my palm.

“A new toothbrush?” I demanded, my voice vibrating with extreme pissed-offedness.

His expression cleared, but his attention increased as he slowly and cautiously said, “Uh…yeah.”

It was then his words from the night before blasted through my head.

Helped I was fuckin’ her at the time, but yeah, she did. Bitch begs me to bite her. Seein’ as I need the blood, it works for me.

“You get a lot of company?” I asked in a way his only choice of answer was a firm, unwavering “Fuck no.”

Unfortunately, he didn’t answer that way.

I watched his body brace as I heard his lips say “Shit.”

I threw the covers back and jumped out of bed, leaning toward him, shouting, “Wrong answer!”

“Delilah—”

I interrupted whatever he was going to say by raising my arm and throwing the toothbrush at him. It bounced off his chest and landed on the floor as I started yelling.

“You fed from someone you fucked and you did that yesterday! The day you met me!” He lifted his hands like he was going to touch me, so I threw one of mine out, batting his away, shouting, “Don’t touch me!”

“I didn’t know you yesterday,” he pointed out.

“So?” I snapped.

“Take a breath, Delilah,” he ordered.

“Fuck that,” I retorted, then demanded, “Why do you have an extra toothbrush?”

“You don’t want the answer to that,” he answered.

“Ding, ding, ding!” I yelled. “Wrong answer again!” Then I kept going. “Did I sleep in a bed last night where you fucked other women?”

“It won’t happen again,” he stated.

Oh my God!

“Damn straight it won’t!” I shot back loudly.

“Even if it’s to my peril, I think it’s pertinent to point out at this juncture that you’re in a serious fucking jealous rage and I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

I snapped my mouth shut.

He watched me do this before he grinned.

My stomach flipped over.

Oh yeah, he was beautiful.