Her Irish Up

Before me, sitting in an incongruous high-backed chair, was a tall, broad male, his eyes a striking shade of green. He wore a perfectly white silk shirt and a hunter green silk vest with what looked like small paw prints embroidered across it.

One of his legs was crossed over the other, and he swirled an amber liquid in a crystal glass as he ran his eyes up and down my body.

"Welcome, little human," the male sneered, his eyes drifting over me with a mixture of hunger and contempt. "We've been waiting for you."

I glared at the man, my eyes squinting. Even the small amount of light from the torches made my head pound. "What's going on? Who are you? Where are we?"

"We are somewhere your mates will never find you...unless you I want them to," the man who had taken me snarled.

"Now, now, pup. Is that anyway to treat our guest?" The man in the chair stood, coming out of the shadows into my line of sight. He was tall and lean with blonde hair falling to his shoulders. He grinned at me in a