Free Vampire Mate: BBW Paranormal Romance by Natalie Kristen Page B

rose to his full height, looming over
her in his terrible, terrifying demon form. It was a form she had
never seen. His body seemed to be made up of slithering, hissing
shadows, and his eyes and mouth were windows into a burning, blood
red pit.
    Charlene shrank back. “I'll
do it,” she whispered. “I'll go to Glenn Constantine and
get what you want.”
    In the blink of an eye, Kron
reverted to his smiling, human shape.
    He smoothed his hands over his
white suit and nodded at her. “Yes. Now that's what I like to
hear. I love it when my demons get me what I want.”
    A wineglass filled to the brim
with blood materialized in Kron's hand and he raised it in a toast.
“To your success!” Draining the glass, he smacked his
lips and stood up. “Now, go home, change into something sexy
and comfortable, and get started on the vampire. Work through the
night if you have to.” He chortled, then waved his hand. “I
won't be supervising your work. Just get on with it and finish it.
Go!”
    Charlene got shakily to her
feet, suddenly feeling woozy.
    Squeezing her eyes shut, she
teleported away before Kron could throw more commands and threats at
her.
    She needed to get away from
Kron right away. If she didn't, she was afraid she might lose her
mind and her restraint and just attack that piece of shit! He had
just threatened to hurt Charlotte, and no one hurt her baby sister!
    But she knew that the demon
lord would make good his threat. Hurt Charlotte to hurt her if she
didn't do what he wanted.
    She teleported into the middle
of her bedroom, and collapsed onto her bed.
    It was a few minutes after
midnight, and the night had just begun.
    She had work to do.
    Working through the night
wasn't the hard part.
    It was the morning after that
she dreaded.

CHAPTER
SEVEN

    Glenn stood on the balcony of
his bedroom, at the very pinnacle of the luxurious Tine Towers, and
looked up at the moonless night sky. He glanced through the glass
into his dark, empty bedroom. Empty, as it always was.
    The blood bar hadn't assuaged
his hunger. It didn't satisfy him. The alcoholic blood filled his
stomach, and left him feeling hungrier and emptier than ever.
    He had to stop thinking about
her.
    Turning away, he smoothed his
palm along the metal railing and stared out at the city.
    New Moon City.
    It was a dark, dangerous,
defiant city. It was a beautiful city. A brave city that wasn't
afraid of creatures that went bump in the night. Instead, the city
sought to police and protect these creatures, recognizing that while
there might be monsters among them, not all of them were monsters.
These monsters were hunted and taken down by the PAC Enforcers, who
put their lives on the line to keep the human and paranormal civilian
population safe.
    The city lights winked and
stared up at him, watching him like so many pairs of luminous eyes.
Glenn sighed heavily, the ache in his heart ever present, ever
tormenting.
    Why did she choose to become a
blood demoness?
    Didn't she know the price?
Would he pay the price?
    He swore he would never take a
blood demoness to his bed. But what if—what if she was his
mate? Could he take her, take her blood, and free her?
    The air around him rippled,
but Glenn didn't move.
    He kept his eyes on the city
lights below, even as he sensed a presence behind him.
    He knew who it was.
    He closed his eyes to breathe
her in.
    “ He let you come?”
Glenn asked without turning around.
    When she didn't answer, he let
out a mirthless laugh. “No, you came not with his permission,
but on his command.”
    He turned his head to the side
at last to acknowledge her, her name leaving his lips on a ragged
breath. “Charlene.”
    She took a step forward, and
his cool, collected facade nearly faltered. She was...breathtaking.
    She was wearing a red
strapless dress that just begged to be stripped from her lush, curvy
body. Her blond hair was unadorned, framing her beautiful, blushing
face. She wore only red lipstick to match her dress, and her