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“
Thank
you for that bit of information,” Gwar said with a smile,
because his night had just gotten better.

Chapter Four

Abigail
woke to Harrison’s singing in the bathroom. “Damn the man
couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.” With a moan, she
rolled over and sat up in bed. The cool air reminded her that
something was missing. She looked down at herself and gasped.

Earlier
this morning when she went to bed she had her silk robe on. Now, it
was off and lying on the floor.
“What
the hell?”
She
rose from the bed, picking up the bright red material. “Okay,
maybe I’ve been working too hard.” She frowned, looking
around the room.

Quickly
she put the robe on, opened her door and slipped out into the
hallway. Harrison was chugging down a glass of orange juice when she
entered the kitchen. “Hey, how’s it going? Guess what?
I’m going to Caroline’s.”

“
Good
for you.” She said with a smile, but secretly wished she had a
significant other to keep her company.

“
What
are your plans for today?”
He asked.

Did
he really have to place emphasis on his question? She believed he was
teasing her. “Working.”

Abigail
walked over to the coffee pot while analyzing her answer. She frowned
when she realized her plans consisted of working on a project,
watching some television, and doing some light housework. The entire
scenario made her grimace. With a frown, she reached into the
cupboard and grabbed a large black coffee mug.

“
Yeah,
well. You definitely need a life.” Harrison scoffed and leaned
against the marble countertop.

“
Shut
up Harrison.” She said irritatedly while filling her cup with
the morning elixir. Hell, she didn’t need him to tell her that.
She slinked back to the breakfast nook and sat down.

“
No
need to catch an attitude. I’m just sayin..it’s the
weekend and you should be doing something other than working.”

Abigail
sighed. She shouldn’t take things out on her friend. Amidst the
devastating fact that her sex life was non-existent, she wracked her
brain trying to figure out how the hell she’d managed to wake
up naked. Oh well, guess she’d never know.

“
Well,
I’m glad for you and Caroline. Will you be home tonight?”

“
Probably
not.” Harrison popped a sausage and biscuit sandwich in the
microwave. “Gotta go. We’re supposed to be going to the
Harbor today. Hopefully we can get into the Cheesecake Factory
without having to stand in a mile long line.”

“
Well,
have fun.” she chirped, before taking a sip of coffee. “I
really hope you two will get along.”

“
I
will. You enjoy your day and…” He turned to face her
with a big shit eaten grin as he pulled the sandwich from the
microwave.
“Try
to get along with the spiders.”

“
Get
out!” Her voice was hoarse. She loved Harrison to death, but he
had such a weird sense of humor.

“
Take
care and wish me luck.” Harrison dashed out into the living
room, grabbing his overnight case from the sofa. She watched with
envy as he bolted out the front door.

Alone
again.
Abby,
you’ve just got to find yourself a man.
But oh, where to find one?” Her dating days were over she
thought as she slipped into the bathroom and showered.

Later
on she’d start designing that menu for the restaurant owner
across town, then she’d probably take advantage of the extra
time on her hands and get a medi-pedi.

Abigail
turned off the water and grabbed a large black towel. Perhaps after
business she’d order something on pay per view. She dried off
while she walked to her bedroom and gasped at the large black spider
on the wall.

“
Oh
Holy fuck!” She muttered. “Come on man!” This one
was huge and much bigger than the others she’d killed. “Eww!”
The spider crawled along the wall, appearing to stalk her. It seemed
to move in the same direction as she.

Feeling
vulnerable she draped the towel around her and backed up to the door.
“Shoo!” She waved a hand at it, but it wasn’t
easily intimidated like the others.

Agitated,
she bent down quickly and picked up a pair of her favorite Jimmy
Choo’s. “I’m so going to kill you, you little hairy
bastard!” She hurled the shoe at the wall, missing her target.
Instead of running, the fucker parachuted down the wall on a single
thread and started crawling toward her. Abigail threw the other shoe
and decided it was time to haul ass. This spider was aggressive as
hell. That damned Harrison. He’d cursed her, that’s what
he did!

Abigail
screamed. Hell no, that big ass spider wasn’t chasing after
her. She moved over towards the dresser and stopped. Sure enough, the
little bastard appeared to follow her every move, or was she just
being paranoid? Thanks to Harrison and his freaking jokes. Panicked,
she darted past the Volkswagen of a spider and to the door.

“
Going
to fetch Bug-Be-Gone?”

The
baritone voice stopped Abigail in her tracks. Slowly she turned
around to find a huge naked man standing in her bedroom. He towered
over her like some great looming threat. Even though she was
five-foot-ten inches, he made her feel like she was five foot three.

Her
mouth dropped open at the sight of the drop dead gorgeous man. Black
wavy hair framed a square chiseled face, raining just past his
collarbone. His skin was lightly tanned and his muscles bunched with
every mood he made. He was pure unadulterated sex. She eyed the
strange webbed tattoo design covering all of his arm and half his
chest. How sexy.

Her
breathing became shallow and her head spun at the adrenaline rush she
was experiencing. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing
in my bedroom?”

He
frowned before speaking and his black eyes glowed…red. “My
name is
Gwar.”

Clutching
the towel Abigail gasped and screamed as she fell back against the
wall. The alarms in her head and gut urged her to run, but she was
rooted to the spot.

He
folded his arms across his massive chest, continuing to stare at her.
Fangs. The man had fangs. No, this had to be a bad dream. She could
see the news now. Woman killed by strange fanged maniac.

“
Why
do you kill my kind?”

“
Because
I hate spiders.”

“
That’s
no reason to kill us. If you continue, something horrible might
happen to you.”

She
gulped and continued clutching the towel as tight as possible. “What?
Are you threatening me?”

“
Mmm.
Very Nice.” The stranger murmured huskily while studying her.
“And no, I’m not threatening you, just revealing a simple
truth.”

She
noticed his cock twitching, and the clear fluid forming on the tip.
“Get out or I’ll call the police!” She demanded
with a snarl.

“
You’ll
do no such thing” he insisted as he walked over in two strides,
snatching the towel from her body and flinging it to the floor. “You
won’t be calling anyone.” He pinned her against the wall.
“I’ve seen your naked body many times. No use in hiding
it from me now.”

“
But—how?”
She gasped as panic flitted through her body. He smelled of musk and
some type of spicy fragrance she couldn’t place. Quickly she
brought her knee up to his admirable family jewels, but he blocked
her blow and thrust her thighs apart.

“
Let
me go!” she warned.

“
Don’t
make me restrain you, Abby.”

She
gasped at the feel of his body against hers. “How do you know
my name? And, what the fuck are you?” The more she struggled,
the tighter his grip became. This man was stronger than she was.
Hell, she was a very healthy woman, not a weakling. It was
aggravating that he yielded so much power over her. Yet, being so
close to this intoxicating stranger sent her into a whirlwind of
emotions.

A
tingling sensation grew and heightened in her belly. Her nipples
throbbed especially when his gaze had swept over her body.

“
You
wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he grinned, hoisting
her up into his strong arms. “We’ve much to talk
about….after I claim you.”

Abigail
struggled, but failed to get the words out her mouth. “You’re
not claiming anything you asshole, now put me down!”

His
grip tightened, squeezing the breath from her lungs. She saw no other
option but to head butt her aggressor.

“
Arrghh.”

He
released her and held his hand over his head, barely giving her a
time to turn and run. Hell, that move was definitely for the movies
or the fucker had an extremely hard noggin. Despite her throbbing
head, she stumbled to the door, but she wasn’t quick enough.

Strong
arms snaked around her waist and she felt herself being hoisted in
the air. Stubble grazed her neck as the stranger growled angrily in
her ear. “Do that again, and you’ll be sorry.”

She
stilled while he carried her over to the bed and tossed her onto it.

“
I’ll
have to punish you for that.”

Head
still reeling, she eyed him up. “You need to get the hell out
of my house. Harrison, my room mate will return any minute.”
She couldn’t help but notice how his cock saluted her. It had
been hard ever since she’d laid eyes on him.

“
I
don’t think you’re in a position to demand anything of
me.” His eyes narrowed as he sat down on the bed. “Harrison
won’t be back. He’s spending the day, and perhaps the
evening with his Caroline.”

How
the hell had he known that information? She wished she could wipe
that cocky ass smile off his face, the prick! Then a thought occurred
to her. She kept a pocketknife in her nightstand. Maybe if she could
frighten him, he’d leave her in one piece.

Abigail
scooted to the other side of the bed on all fours, but he grabbed
her, dragging her kicking and flailing across the bed. He flipped her
over onto her back, and she kicked at him.

“
I
know about your knife, too.” He laughed. “Now. I asked
you a question. Why do you kill my kind?” He straddled and
pinned her to the bed. “Why do you kill spiders?”

“
I’m
going crazy, aren’t I?” She looked into the glowing red
eyes as the hairs on his body licked her flesh, igniting arousal deep
in her belly. “Let me go, please.”

She
really didn’t mean that. The sick and crazy thing was…she
wanted this man. Every inch of him, stroking in and out of her
dripping wet cunt. But it was crazy, she shouldn’t be wanting
him. She should be concentrating on regaining control over her
situation and stomping his ass in the ground.

“
No
Abby. I must make you mine.”

He
bent down and licked the sensitive flesh of her neck. His long silken
hair brushed against her body, heightening her arousal.

Abigail
winced when the stranger claiming to be a spider caught her flesh
between his fangs. “Oh. My. God.”

She
felt his cock jerk and harden against her body. The stranger moved
his hips slightly to grind his throbbing manhood against her slick
pussy. She writhed beneath his touch that ignited her entire body.

“
It’s
been a long time since someone has worshipped your body, hasn’t
it Abby?” He moaned against her ear. “Let me make you
feel good.” His hands roamed along her body, making her
shudder. Gwar delivered silken, moist kisses along her sensitive
flesh while he crept farther south.

“
Enough!”
She’d gotten caught up in his seductive game, now it was time
to return to her senses. Suddenly, something inside her broke and she
shoved him away. “I said no.”

Gwar
looked surprised. “My patience is waning, human.”

“
I
can’t—no I won’t do this. Get out of my house now.”
She quickly rose from the bed.

“
But-“

“
I
shouldn’t have let you do that to me. You need to leave, and
just let me think about some things.” She said quickly before
changing her mind. She deserved so much more than this. Yes, she was
definitely attracted to him, but right now things had to be on
her
terms.