SEDUCTIVE SUPERNATURALS: 12 Tales of Shapeshifters, Vampires & Sexy Spirits (248 page)

“I’m not blubbering anymore. Come on, restrain me and make me beg.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Not while his cock was straining like a viper. “You don’t know what the hell you’re saying.” Between the jilting and the wine, she was a mess. A beautiful mess. But still.

“My wish was a bust, but you still have to feed. So at least gorge on my blood. Take it until I pass out.”

“I’ll take only as much as I need.”

“Of all times for you to be a gentleman.”

No, shit. He’d just turned down his dream lay: fucking, gluttony, and handcuffs. Maybe even a blindfold for good measure. Cripes. What a fool he was, saying no to her. But he stuck to his guns and fed lightly.

While he drank, she moaned, getting high on the sensation.

The bracelet reappeared on her wrist, and she said, “You don’t have to make it disappear again. It doesn’t matter now that I’m not with Keith anymore. But I don’t want to talk about him.” She closed her eyes, then whispered, “Thank you, Nicholas.”

As to what she was thanking him for, he wasn’t sure. Telling her about Keith? Comforting her? Refusing to take advantage? Getting her stoned while he fed?

Whatever the case, he softly replied, “You’re welcome.”

She cuddled closer. “Maybe tomorrow you can chain me to the bed.”

He wrapped her in his arms. “Maybe, I can.”

Maybe. Absolutely. He would.

The Vampire Pendant: Chapter Nine

In the morning, Anthony watched Tessa pack her bags. He noticed how carefully she folded the ball gown, treating it with reverence, almost as if it were a wedding dress. He needed to tell her that the gown would disappear after she returned the necklace. That anything connected to his magic would be gone. But he couldn’t find the heart to say it.

But then she glanced over and caught on, without him having to mention it. His expression had probably given away his concern. Because she said, “I’m packing this for no reason, aren’t I?”

He nodded.

Regardless, she didn’t remove the gown from her suitcase. She kept everything as it was, gently packed. Even the petal-damaged corsage had found a spot in her luggage.

“Would you like me to order breakfast for you?” he asked. It was early and she was still wearing a robe. He was, too, courtesy of the hotel. “Or I can whip up something.”

“I didn’t know you cooked.”

“I was going to fix you something magically. But I can cook for you, if that’s what you’d prefer. It won’t be anything fancy, though. I’m not a chef.”

“I don’t care. I’d love a home-cooked meal by you.”

“How about scrambled eggs? I used to make them myself when I was human, with toast and jam. I can fry a slab of ham, too.”

“A slab?”

“Some slices.”

“It sounds perfect.”

While she finished packing, he proceeded to the kitchen. He was tempted to cheat and use his magic, but that wouldn’t be fair to Tessa. So he went through the mortal task of cooking.

He whipped the eggs in a bowl, added a touch of milk, and seasoned them with salt and pepper. They came out rather fluffy, and he was proud of the end result. The toast and ham came out nice, too. The kitchen was a mess, but he would leave that for housekeeping.

He set the table and used a bud vase for the centerpiece, plucking a daisy from the garden to fill it.

He returned to Tessa and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, looking lost and alone.

His chest turned tight. He held out his hand, beckoning her. “Come eat.”

She perked up and followed him to the table. He sat across from her and watched her consume her meal.

“I forgot the juice.” He jumped up and took the carton out of the refrigerator and poured a tall glass for her.

“Thank you.” She smiled up at him.

He adored her smile. “Do you want to make love before we leave? Do you want to be together one last time?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“You could have asked me.”

“I wanted it to be your idea.”

“Hurry up and eat.”

She laughed. “I’ll get indigestion.”

“Okay, take your time.”

She hurried anyway, and apparently she felt just fine afterward. She even told him it was the best breakfast she’d ever had, simply because he’d prepared it.

He swept her to bed and peeled off her robe. He ditched his, too. He kissed her all over, worshiping every part of her.

As soon as he was inside her, she clung to him, holding him possessively close. She looked into his eyes, and he noticed how desperate she was to remain close. She wrapped her legs around him. He moved his hips, thrusting warm and deep.

Then she said, “I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

Her voice broke. “That I’m in love with you.”

Dear God. The room seemed to shift, like a house of cards, falling one by one, and crashing in on him. Clubs, spades, diamonds, hearts . . .

. . .lots of hearts.

“Say something, Anthony.”

He fought the very idea. The lurching pain. The utter impossibility. “You can’t love me. There’s no logic in it.”

“I can and I do.”

“I can’t stay with you, Tessa. This is the end for us.” An ending that had begun to make his head spin. He was still moving inside her, making incredible love.

“I’m not expecting this to make a difference in the outcome. I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

“I shouldn’t have let it happen.”

“You couldn’t have stopped me from feeling this way.”

She was right. He couldn’t even stop himself from burying his cock deeper or bringing their lovemaking to a riveting climax.

They came at the same time, at the same soul-stirring moment. He collapsed on top of her, body to body, heart to heart, and suddenly he knew that he loved her, too. But he didn’t say it. He forced it back, swallowing his revelation with the reality of what would never be.

* * *

They took a limo to the magic shop, but it wasn’t a rented vehicle. Anthony had created it, with a driver who was going to disappear, along with the car itself.

The final magic, Tessa thought. The final moment.

Once they arrived, they sat silently in the backseat. She clutched the pendant and gazed at him.

“This is goodbye,” she said.

He nodded and leaned forward to kiss her. Tears banked her eyes. How was she going to survive, never seeing him again, yet knowing that he was out there, granting wishes for other people?

“Embrace the world, Tessa,” he said, as if he’d just read her mind. “Become part of it.”

Rather than lie, she said, “I can’t.”

“Try. For me, okay?”

“I can’t,” she said again. As soon as the scars on her face returned, she would be the same damaged girl, only now she had scars on her heart, too.

She glanced over at The Chakra Circle, where her wish had begun. A “Welcome” sign shone brightly in the window. “Darrin is expecting me. I better go.” Dragging it out would make it more painful. Besides, she was afraid to take chances with the timeline. The wish needed to end before she went back to being a frog, before Anthony saw the real her.

“I better go, too.” He looked at her necklace. “Back to the jeweled cross that contains me.”

He kissed her one last time, and
poof!
He went into mist mode and entered the pendant. She stroked the ruby, and knowing that he was inside it, she burst into tears.

She got out of the limo, and the chauffeur drove away, her bags sitting on the side of the road. Then the car faded, like a retreating mirage, as if it had never really been there at all.

Tessa cried harder.

Finally, she dried her tears and entered the magic shop, with her luggage in tow. Darrin greeted her at the door. They went into the backroom, and she removed the necklace. Darrin put the pendant in a velvet box and closed the lid, closing Anthony out of her life for good.

Instantly, Tessa returned to her ugly self. Darrin called a taxi for her, and she went home and shut the front door, locking it with a tight snap and another flood of tears.

Hiding from the world once again.

* * *

Darrin opened the box and summoned Anthony. Dutiful, Anthony left the pendant and appeared. He stood in the backroom, with his arms crossed and his heart heavy. He missed Tessa already.

“How did it go?” Darrin asked. “Did Tessa enjoy her wish? She was terribly sad when she went home. I was hoping that you were going to teach her to see herself in a new way.”

“I tried, but . . .” He struggled to explain. “It isn’t just the ending of her wish that’s making her sad. It’s me and our relationship.” He relayed the details to Darrin.

The older man gaped at him. “You had an affair with her, and she fell in love with you? How could you let something like that happen?”

“I wasn’t intending for it to go that far. I never imagined that love would be involved.”

“Do you feel the same way about her?”

“Yes.” He spoke the words out loud. “I’m in love with her.”

“Oh, Anthony. This is a mess.”

“I know. But there isn’t anything that can be done about it. A mortal and a gen-vamp can’t make a life together. She would never be comfortable around me, anyway, not looking the way she does. She doesn’t even know that I saw her true appearance. I lied to her and said that I didn’t.”

Darrin blew out a sigh. “You should have been honest with her.”

“I didn’t think she could handle the truth.” He’d done what he’d thought was right at the time. But in retrospect, he’d handled it badly.

“She was supposed to learn to enjoy life, to accept her scars as badges of honor instead of remaining ashamed of them.”

“I’m sorry I screwed up.” Anthony had wanted Tessa’s wish to make a difference. But it hadn’t. Other than the memory of what they’d shared, she probably felt as if she had nothing. He felt as if he had nothing, too. “May I go back to the pendant now?”

“Go ahead.” The older man softened his tone, then said, “I can see that you’re hurting, too.”

Anxious to morph into mist, he tried to reenter the ruby, but he couldn’t. What the hell? “Something is blocking me.”

Darrin squinted at him. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t get back in.” In fact, he felt odd. Weak. As if his legs were going to buckle beneath him. And his stomach, of all things, was growling. He ambled over to a chair and sat down. “I’m hungry.”

“You need to feed? Now?”

“Yes, but I don’t want blood.” That sounded sickening. It even produced a gag-reflex in the back of his throat. “I’m hungry for food. Like the ham and eggs I cooked for Tessa this morning.”

“Seriously?” Darrin came over, bending down to give him a close-up look. “Why?”

“I don’t know.”

Darrin kept staring at him. “Do you think you’re becoming mortal?”

Was that possible? Confused, Anthony ran his tongue across his teeth. “I still have fangs.”

“But you don’t want to use them.”

He touched a hand to his wrist. “I don’t have a pulse. How can I be mortal without a pulse?”

“You might get one. It might be in the works.”

Anthony checked his forehead. His skin felt warm. Gen-vamps were supposed to be cool to the touch. He tried not to panic, but his heart was flopping like a net-trapped fish. “Maybe I’m sick.”

“Gen-vamps don’t get sick.”

“Maybe they do if they fall in love.”

Darrin stepped back. “I don’t know about that. But we’re going to have to contact Mathieu and see what he says.”

“I need some food first. I feel like I’m going to pass out if I don’t get something in me. Like maybe my blood sugar is low.”

“Your blood sugar? Lordy.” The shopkeeper reached into a desk drawer and produced a candy bar.

Anthony tore into the wrapper, and after devouring the chocolate and peanut butter nougat, he felt immediately better. But not gen-vamp better.

Mortal-man better.

Preparing for his fate, whatever it might be, he stood up, eager to talk to Mathieu and find out what the hell was going on.

The Vampire Bracelet: Chapter Six

Marie woke up feeling the fallout of Keith’s betrayal. He’d flushed five years of her life down the drain. But what complicated the fallout was waking up beside another man. There was Nicholas, surprisingly tender, insanely gorgeous Nicholas, with his arms tucked around her.

She peered over at him. He was awake, of course. Gen-vamps didn’t sleep.

Mortified, she told him, “I’m sorry I said those embarrassing things to you last night.”

He released her. Then he leaned on his elbow and replied, “You mean offering to let me chain you up? Nothing embarrassing about that.”

“Well, it is to me.” She felt foolish for being so bold.

“I guess that means I don’t stand a chance of taking advantage of you today.”

A darkly delicious sensation erupted in her nether region, and she squeezed her thighs together. “Are you saying that you want to?”

“If you’re not too hung over to handle it.”

Surprisingly, she didn’t have a hangover. But whether she could handle being restrained was another matter. “I’m not into bondage.”

“You sure about that?”

“I wasn’t myself last night.”

“I’m talking about right now.”

She did another thigh squeeze. Thank goodness she wasn’t naked underneath the nightgown Nicholas had created for her. She was wearing panties. Her underwear, not a pair he’d manifested.

“Just say the word, Marie, and I’ll chain you up as romantically as I can.”

God help her, her skin went warm. Then again, what woman wouldn’t react, especially after the man she’d been hoping to marry had made mincemeat out of her heart? “You’re going to make it romantic?”

“I’m going to try.”

“Why?”

“Because I think it’s what you need.”

Unsure of what she needed, she replied, “Can I see your stomach?”

He made a perplexed face. “What for?”

“I’m curious if you really have a hernia scar.”

He sat up. He was fully clothed, wearing the same attire as when he’d climbed into bed with her last night. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.