Free The Vampire Pendant by Sheri Whitefeather

warmer skin and the beat of his pulse. His fangs had disappeared, too, and his eyes would remain forever brown. He was, for all intents and purposes, a thirty-eight-year-old human male.
    “I’m going to like being mortal,” he said.
    “And someday I’m going to like being me,” she replied.
    “Someday soon,” he assured her.
    She hoped so.
    “Are you going to marry me?”
    “Absolutely.” She longed to be his bride. “But I need time to prepare, to center my emotions. I want to be strong at the ceremony, not hiding beneath a veil.”
    “I’ll wait for as long you need me to.”
    “How did I get so lucky to have a man like you?”
    “I’m the lucky one.”
    Once again, they kissed and caressed. She climaxed in bursts of erotic joy, her inner muscles clutching his cock. Her orgasm triggered his, and he came, too, bathing her with white-hot seed.
    Breathing in unison, they fell back on the sheet-tousled bed, holding hands and keeping the connection.
    After a bout of sweet silence, she asked, “Do Simone and Nicholas know that you’re mortal?”
    “Yes, I was able to tell them. Darrin brought them out of their jewelry so we could talk. Nicholas is happy for me. Simone is, too, but mostly because I’m one less gen-vamp that Mathieu can use to fuel his kingdom.”
    “Speaking of which, how is Mathieu taking this?”
    “He’s outraged about the spell, but there isn’t anything he can do to reverse it. He’s especially pissed that the same spell was enacted on Nicholas’s and Simone’s jewelry.”
    She couldn’t imagine Mathieu allowing Anthony’s brother, much less the beautiful and temperamental Simone, a chance to be free. “Is he going to relocate them into other jewelry?”
    He can’t. Once gen-vamps are placed inside their crosses, they remain there for all eternity.”
    “Unless they become mortal.”
    “I think I’m the first one who’s ever become mortal.”
    “I hope Nicholas and Simone find true love.”
    “Nicholas is hopeful, but Simone isn’t. She doesn’t give a fig about love. But who knows if it will happen for either of them or how long it will take? It took me decades to find you.” He lifted his hand to the scarred side of her face.
    She winced and closed her eyes. Habit. A bad one. She opened her eyes. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t apologize. You’re being brave. And you’re only going to get braver.”
    “And live up to my badges of honor?”
    He smiled. “Most definitely.”
    They tumbled into each other’s arms again and relished the moment, steeped in the magic of love.