Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

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    "Who you calling stupid?" Allen demanded.
    Charlie rolled his eyes and tried to assess how much damage control would be needed. With nothing much happening on a Tuesday night, a crowd of people had already followed the big human from the bar. The rubberneckers were the usual well-dressed guys one found in a gay bar, a six-foot tall drag queen, some chicks who looked like Justin Beiber and the cliché fat, fag hags hanging on their gay BFFs.
    Gag! What had Charlie been thinking?
    He hated gay bars. He hated any kind of bar. It disgusted him watching all the people having fun with their friends when he had no one, unless he wanted to use a little nightwalker mind-control to fake a friend for the evening. It was more than his pathetic situation putting him in such a pissy mood, however. Tonight he pretty much hated everything— even puppies. Though that probably had something to do with being harassed by their canine counterparts when all he'd wanted to do was hail a cab and get the hell out of this borough. A strange foreboding had been itching at his skin for days, making him irritable and on edge. But here, in this part of town, it had gotten much stronger.
    Since when did he have premonitions anyway?
    Sure would have come in handy back home with the Feds up his ass. After almost being caught in New York, he'd figured if he jumped the pond and spent some time in England he could shake their tail. Maybe they were closing in again. Yet this sensation didn't feel like a warning. Or maybe it did. How the hell should he know?
    "You two need to bugger off," the blond Brit told the wolves before asking Charlie, "You all right, mate?"
    "I'm fine. This was just a misunderstanding—" His voice caught when the street light illuminated his would-be rescuer.
    Something inside Charlie stood up on high alert. He hadn't seen the brawny man when he'd trolled the bar, for if he had, none of this drama would be happening. He would have tucked him away in some dark corner to lick the sweat from the corded muscle of his neck, feel his blood pound under his tongue, run his hands through those messy blonde curls then down over the thick hairs on his arms. His cock swelled, and his fangs dropped on pure instinct.
    The powerful attraction, the sudden lust and hunger, hit Charlie hard. But the scarier part was that sense of warning he'd been experiencing spiked, almost as if it recognized the guy.
    Oh fuck!
    He was connected to Charlie's premonition.
    But what did that mean?
    The man's green eyes sparked menace and he gave Charlie a once over, his strong masculine voice interrupting those thoughts. "Yeah, mate, don't think so. This here's my bar and I don't take to fighting and I sure as bloody hell don't stand by and let a couple of blokes fuck with someone half their size."
    Charlie ordinarily would've been annoyed the giant human had to point out his five-foot-five stature— yeah, so fucking sue him. Charlie knew he had a Napoleon complex. In a world of all powerful creatures, size really did matter. He'd been fighting and scrapping to prove his strength for almost a century. Hence his being kicked out of yet another colony and landing himself in his current predicament. He never had learned to control his temper.
    Instead of his usual pissed off reaction, however, this man's protectiveness made his belly flutter.
    Of course that did irritate him. What was he, some kinda girl ?
    Charlie did not get butterflies.
    His irritation at himself allowed him to get his hormones in check. He forced his fangs back and turned to face the human—no doubt the Luke of Luke's Saloon — while keeping the wolves in his line of sight. They were just stupid enough to make the situation worse.
    "Seriously, pal," Charlie began, noting Luke stood a good foot taller than him and carried about twice his width. Shit . He swallowed back drool and forced his fangs to stay put. He'd always loved to fuck big, furry guys, feel all that hair tickling his body, licking swirls into it. Nightwalkers were slight and smooth. But human men, with all their hair, and pheromones, and…
    Focus!
    "You gotta get a human to protect you now, shorty?" Scott taunted.
    Charlie rolled his eyes and gaped at him. "Really?" His voice dripped with sarcasm. " Really ? That's what you're gonna lead with?"
    The blood had crusted on his broken nose, making Allen look even more stupid as he tipped his head in confusion. "It's what he is,