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

her of a jungle cat. He behaved like one, too. With the grace of a panther, he moved toward her.
    Slow. Calculated.
    A chill snaked through her bondage-wrapped body, and he went for the jugular. Fangs bared, he made the connection.
    Hard. Sharp. Feral.
    She cried out, but he didn’t stop. Her cry was one of excitement. In the throes of his seduction, she relished the feeling, the feeding, the frenzy.
    While he drank, he strummed her clit, using the rope to do his dirty work. The more he took, the deeper he rubbed.
    Choppy pants. Deep-throated moans. Were those sounds coming from her? She arched her hips, giving him complete control. She wanted him to be her husband, her master. She couldn’t wait to marry him. He was still playing with her pussy, making the rope do its thing.
    Her nipples grew achingly taut. Her clit pulsed like a heartbeat. Every hot thrilling moment was an awakening, a screaming burst of pleasure.
    Blood and sex.
    The climax that exploded could have been fireworks. Colors shattered before her eyes: diamond-white, emerald-green, wedding-ring gold.
    The second it subsided, he made the clit-taunting rope vanish and nudged her legs apart, warning her that he wanted to fuck. Eager, she braced herself for his penetration, and he slammed into her, thrusting to the hilt.
    “You’re mine,” he said, passionately against her ear. “All mine.”
    Hearing those words in the midst of her post-orgasmic, drugged-to-the-nines condition sent another dizzying stream of stupor through her veins.
    He fucked her, hard and fast. He drank from her again, too. Finally, he came in a flood of hip-pounding spasms, dragging her into madness with him.
    He recovered quickly, but she drifted on the edge of slumber. She curled up next to him, encouraging him to hold her. Gone were the restraints. She sank onto her pillow and closed her eyes. When he became mortal, he would be able to sleep, too. But for now, he was still a supernatural being.

Chapter Eleven

    Two days passed, and on the morning of the third and final day, Nicholas watched Marie sleep. She looked so soft and pretty, he couldn’t resist skimming his thumb along her cheek. He was thrilled about the future they were planning. He’d already told Anthony and Tessa. Marie told Darrin, too. Now all they had to do was wait for Nicholas to become mortal and rejoice with their loved ones.
    Marie stirred and came awake. She sat up, her hair tumbling around her shoulders. Grateful for the gift he’d been given, he smiled.
    She smiled, as well. “Is it too soon to ask if you’re mortal yet?”
    “Yes. But the day isn’t over.” He leaned forward, and as they kissed, her lips warmed his. They had plenty of time.
    But as the day wore on, nothing happened. Nicholas remained as he was. While holed up in the living room, with the late-day sun spilling in through the blinds, they went into fear mode.
    “Are you sure you don’t feel any different?” she asked, cloaked in a ray of unhinged hope. The look in her eyes was far too desperate.
    He probably had the same look. At this point, they both sensed a problem. “When it happened to my brother, he got weak and hungry for food, not blood, but normal food. That was the first sign. Then later, his fangs disappeared and his pulse returned. None of that is happening to me.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “Neither do I.”
    “Do you think it’s something we did? Or didn’t do?”
    “Like what? One of us not really being in love?” He paused, primed to accuse. “Is it you, Marie? Are you causing it?”
    “God, no. I love you, Nicholas. I absolutely do.” She turned the emotion-wracked tables on him. “Are you sure your feelings are genuine? That you wanting to be mortal didn’t confuse the issue?
    “My motives weren’t pure in the beginning, but they are now. I swear my life on it.”
    “Then something else must be wrong. If we both feel the same way, then it can’t be coming from us.”
    He panicked. “What if