Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

the Cause, a group looking for some prophesied child who would either bring about peace between the four races— nightwalkers, shifters, witches, and humans— or kill them all. Charlie suspected most of them wanted to use this imagined kid to exterminate the other supernaturals so their race could be the most powerful. But he wanted to stay as far away from the Cause as he could. Nothing but drama with that group. And supernatural drama often meant dead drama.
    Charlie liked not being dead.
    Margo scanned Charlie head to toe as she spoke to Luke, "Did my boys cause any damage I need to pay for?"
    Charlie wouldn't cower under her gaze. More than three times her age, he did not fear her. He just didn't relish the notion she might run her trap about his location. A nightwalker without a colony was an easy target. He wouldn't put it passed her to turn him into the Feds if she thought it would get her something she wanted for the Cause.
    The burly bar owner replied, "No, but they're trouble and I don't want them around here, understand?"
    "Excuse me?" Her gold eyes flashed and the tall man flinched.
    Luke's words were drowned out by police sirens as two patrol cars rounded the corner. Red and blue lights flashed a kaleidoscope across the old brick buildings.
    Figures, somebody always has to call the cops, don't they?
    A handful of people scattered, bolting to their cars, the natural fear of the authorities or guilt fueling them on. Most though, hung around, not wanting to miss any of the excitement.
    When it came to the human authorities, it was every supernatural for themselves so Margo and her pets hurried away. But before she got lost in the crowd, she cast one last glance at Charlie. He knew then she recognized him.
    Shit .
    Hopefully, she would be too pissed at her idiot cronies to worry about a lone nightwalker outside a gay bar in London.
    Charlie should have run, too. But he couldn't. Despite the risk Margo posed and the potential videos being shared online where his face could be pinged by facial recognition software the damn Feds no doubt had on him, Charlie needed to talk with Luke. Deep in his bones he knew the sensation plaguing him these last few days had been somehow alerting him— warning him maybe?— about Luke.
    And he needed to know why.
     
    CHAPTER 2
    The delicious scent of adrenaline still on Luke's skin fogged up Charlie's head as he stepped forward. One hand pressed to his side, the bar owner panted to catch his breath as he came down from the rush of the fight. Charlie's body heated at their closeness and he didn't know how he curbed the overwhelming desire to grab Luke, pull him into a passionate kiss then sink his fangs into his neck.
    The sharp scent of blood hit Charlie, making the temptation stronger. He looked Luke over and saw red on his side. "You're bleeding," he told him, voice hoarse with longing.
    The guy looked at his hand, his expression surprised by the red stuff staining his shirt and fingers. "Bloody hell, the fucker must've had a knife."
    Damn wolves and their claws.
    Pissed off Luke had been hurt, Charlie moved forward to see how badly he'd been scratched. The man's musk and the ripe scent of his blood made his mouth water but he tamped it down. He'd fed yesterday, so he could go another week. Yet something about this burly bear made him hungry for more than just his essence. He wanted his dick, his body, his cum….
    His incisors grew, and he had to clench his teeth together to stop them. Never before had he felt such an instant, overwhelming desire for a human. Luke was huge, six-five at least, and a muscly, hairy and blond— totally Charlie's type—but the fact that his weird premonition seemed to have found its origin gave him pause.
    Charlie had to find out what was going on.
    "Lemme see your side," Tim said, coming up to them.
    Instant jealousy flared within Charlie when the other human reached out to examine Luke. His fangs elongated and his vision went grey. "Don't touch him!"
    Tim froze, raising his hands in surrender. "Relax, mate."
    When Luke quirked his brow, Charlie forcibly retracted his fangs. He blinked, getting his vision under control.
    Flashing your eyes at them? Idiot!
    Once visually human again, but unable to stop the pounding in his veins, he tried to sound nonchalant. "Um, you don't wanna get blood on yourself. We gotta take precautions, ya know?"
    Both men nodded. With AIDS prevention so respected within the gay community, these two accepted the