Free Call Her Mine by Lydia Michaels Page B

distraction—
    “If you run, I will
catch you, pintura. I am much older than you. While you may be
discovering some new strength in yourself, know that my age puts me at an
advantage. I am faster, stronger, and hold more disciplines.”
    Anything you can do, I
can do better. I can do anything better than you… Arrogant much? And what
was with him always knowing what she was thinking? She didn’t think she was
that transparent. Could vampires read minds?
    She stared at his
forehead and concentrated. Nothing. She tried a different tactic.
    Christian Schrock is a
fock who always gets what he wants,
    From lips to clits to
pierced painted tits, he even gets their cunts.
    He grunted as if
something hit him in the gut. Bingo.
    Her lips twisted in evil
satisfaction. This could be fun. Her inner monologue turned taunting. Fuuuuuuuuck
you, you Amish, sheep fucking vampire.
    He growled and his eyes
flashed silver.
    Aww, poor baby. Is your
mate not the obedient little woman you hoped for? Better chastise her and show
her her place!
    He was breathing hard,
fists clenched at his side.
    She was breathing hard
too. He probably was stronger, but she was no weakling now. Her newfound
strength was pumping through her veins like heroin. Might as well use that
shit. Besides, she was really hankering for a fight and the douche bag was the
perfect target.
    “What’s wrong,
Christian? You seem upset,” she cooed, her voice thick with sarcastic sympathy. Bet you think yer new mate sure is purdy compared to those barn animals you
been doin on all those lonely nights…
    Like a crack of thunder,
a growl snapped from his throat, and he sprang. Delilah raked her claws down
his front as he knocked her to the ground. She snapped her teeth at him like a
rabid dog. The sound of his clothing tearing rent the air. Other than pinning
her to the ground he hadn’t touched her. She wrestled with him, trying to throw
his unyielding weight off.
    He caught hold of her
wrists and forced her arms over her head. She thrashed and growled, arching up
to bite him, but he held all the control.
    They panted, neither
blinked as they stared hard at each other. Her chemise was twisted around her
hips. A strange scent met her nose. Arousal. Hers. He straddled her and his
cock pressed into her belly. She was not the only one aroused. A deep, purring
growl came from his chest.
    Her mouth opened and she
rapidly breathed through her fangs like a cat in heat. It was all very
Sigourney Weaver I am the gatekeeper are you the key master?
      Fuck. She didn’t want him to have this effect.He pressed his hips into her, announcing his desire. It must have been
all that sheep talk.
    He growled and jerked
her knees wide, stretching them around his thighs as the bulge between his hips
was pressing into her sex. There was a soft purring sound coming from her
throat as well.
    “You should know better
than to challenge my virility, pintura. I believe your nipples are
hard.”
    Were Amish people
allowed to say nipples? She liked it, but tried to keep that thought hidden.
Her body shifted, trying to get out from under him, but his grip tightened.
    “Get off.”
    “Is that what you truly
wish? I can read your body like an open book, pintura .”
    Her breath caught. He
wouldn’t force her. Yet, part of her wanted him to, because there was something
seriously wrong with someone in her situation desiring her crazy captor.
    His hips ground into her
center. She moaned before she could stop herself. “What if I say no?”
    “Say it,” he dared.
    She didn’t. He shifted
her wrists into one strong palm and reached with his free hand for the neck of
her chemise. The fabric tore as he yanked the collar down. His hot palm cupped
her breast and she arched into his hold. A soft sigh escaped her throat. Her
body was such a traitor!
    “Why do you want to
fight me, Delilah?” he whispered as he fondled her, her insides tightening,
heart beating in the bud of her sex. “Things can be so nice