Sharon Ashwood - Ravenous

He deepened the kiss, but kept his beast tightly leashed. Whoever this girl was, she wasn't ready for his demon side. Hell, most of the time neither was he.

So sweet . She knew about a key, a way for Mac to escape.

It was almost a shame. This moment, so full of new promise, almost justified an eternity in the Castle.

And yet…

Yeah, okay, Macmillan, what's with the hearts and flowers? This isn't you.

Something was not right.

No shit, Sherlock. Nothing's been right for over a year. Was it the soul-sucking demon shtick or the eternal prison of darkness that tipped you off? As for the girl…

Mac winced, suddenly going very still. Women. There's always something .

Yeah, Constance was sweet. The teeth, however, were a surprise.

Gently, he pulled away. Her eyes were closed, her lips flushed and slightly parted to reveal tiny, perfect fangs. A vampire . But an innocent one that sent off none of the usual vampiric vibes. There was only one way that happened.

Constance had never tasted blood.

Pheromones . That answered why she had fascinated him so completely, sent him head over heels in less time than it took your average speed date.

But it raised still another interesting question.

A really good one.

Am I meant to be her first kiss or her first kill?