In a small town in California where there are humans, vampires, and werewolves, there's bound to be some trouble. Ariella, a human, unknown of the existence of vampires and werewolves, accidentally found herself in a mating ball where she was chosen by Joaquin, a vampire to be his keeper. ... He just smiled. " I want to be alone with you to do this," he answered and kissed me. " Just...us...together," he said in between kisses. I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head closer to mine to deepen the kiss. A moan left my lips as he smirked against my lips. Pushing my back against the locked door, his hands rested on it and kissed me even more gently. His tongue slipped through my mouth and explored my every area. Moving his lips away from mines, he kissed my jaw and my earlobes. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. Not long after, his lips were on mines again. He moved us towards the bed with him on top of me. He kissed me like I wanted to be kiss, like no boy have ever kissed me before, soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and the closeness of sharing each other's breath, the sensation, the timeless and passionate moment. The heat rose in my cheeks as his tongue touched my tongue, quick and electric, and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down the elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of us.