Free The Vampire Bracelet: Erotic Paranormal Romance ( # 2: Blood Genies series) by Sheri Whitefeather

doubts. “I won’t be able to create magic anymore. That’s a major part of who I am. It fuels my personality.”
    “That isn’t true. You’ll still be you, with or without it. The ability to create magic doesn’t fuel you. You fuel you . Your charm. Your sense of humor.”
    “That sounds good in theory. But I’m still worried.” He shifted in his seat. “What about the blood?”
    “What about it?”
    “Won’t you miss our feedings if I become mortal? Won’t you miss the high it gives you?”
    “Yes, I’ll miss it.” She gotten used to the strangely hungered side of their relationship. “But if we stay together as humans, I’ll have new experiences with you that will matter so much more.”
    He prodded her to expound. “Like what?”
    “Big things, like holidays. Small things, like sitting around watching TV. Annoying things, like catching each other’s colds.”
    He teased her, making a cross with his fingers and warding off the foreboding evil. “I haven’t had one of those for over sixty years.”
    She teased him right back. “Then you’ll probably catch a doozy.”
    They both laughed, and he said, “Tell me about the holidays. What will they be like?”
    She went dreamy. “They’ll be perfect and hectic and everything they’re supposed to be. During Christmastime, we can decorate our tree with homemade ornaments, string lights around our house, and hide the presents we bought each other. And on the actual day, we can cook for our families and ply them with eggnog.”
    He grinned. “What about New Year’s Eve? Are we going to get sloppily drunk?”
    “Sloppily, happily drunk,” she supplied. “With lots of midnight kissing.”
    “I like that.” He looked ready to kiss her now. But he queried her instead. “What’s our Valentine’s Day agenda? Do you have anything in mind for that?”
    She thought about it for a second. “You can write me a love song.”
    He gazed longingly at her. “A love song, huh?”
    She nodded, answering his look with one of her own. “If you become mortal, it will be because you love me.”
    He finally said it. “I do love you, Marie. By God, I do.”
    In an instant the dream turned into reality. “I love you, too.” She couldn’t deny it any longer. Living without Nicholas would be impossible. “I want everything with you.” Everything she’d mentioned and more.
    “So do I.” He drew her into his arms. “We’re going to have a big beautiful wedding.”
    “And a slew of gorgeous kids.” Their mouths came together and they kissed like desperate fiends. He’d just proposed, and she’d just accepted. Her heart swam with it.
    He tugged her onto his lap. “We’re also going to have explosive sex as often as we want.”
    “Are we still going to use restraints?”
    His eyes flashed. “What do you think?”
    She rubbed against him. “I say yes.”
    “Absolutely, yes.” He carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. “Would it be wrong for me to use my magic tonight?”
    She contemplated his question. In three more days, their new life would begin, his mortal existence, the future they were meant to have. Their destiny, she thought. There was no such thing as wrong. “I think it will be fitting. A farewell of sorts.”
    “Then I’m going to restrain you with these.” He created two wickedly rugged pieces of rope. “And this.” One long silky piece of rope.
    Once he did away with their clothes, he secured her wrists to the bedpost. Next he harnessed the silky rope in an intricate design, winding it around her breasts and knotting it between her legs. He did this magically, making it slither on its own. Marie’s breath rushed out. She was caught good and tight, the piece between her legs causing a delightful friction.
    As he sat back to admire his handiwork, she gazed expectantly at him. As always he was the quintessential bad boy, with his tousled dark hair and rangy muscles. But with those exotic green eyes, he also reminded