SEDUCTIVE SUPERNATURALS: 12 Tales of Shapeshifters, Vampires & Sexy Spirits (249 page)

Marie scanned his bared flesh. He had the abs of a god, rippling in male perfection.

He undid his jeans and pushed them down. Not far enough to see his penis, but enough to expose the area that would have required surgery. He didn’t have a mark on him.

She stated the obvious. “You don’t have a scar.”

“It used to be right here.” He showed her the spot, drawing a line with his finger. “And when I become human again, it will probably reappear. I hope it does. I want to have a reminder of my past and my mortality.” He readjusted his pants. “Did you know that the woman my brother fell in love with has scars all over one side of her face from being burned in a fire?”

“No, I didn’t know that.”

“Her wish was to be beautiful, but after the two weeks ended, her scars came back. Anthony couldn’t make her beautiful forever. But to him she is anyway.”

“Your brother sounds like an amazing guy. He was my favorite when I was a kid.”

“Your favorite what?”

“Gen-vamp.”

“Now who’s your favorite?”

“You know it’s you.”

“So what’s your decision? Are you going to let me restrain you?”

Was she? The idea excited her. But it scared her, too.

He skimmed his thumb along her cheek, giving her sexy goose bumps and prompting her to say, “If we become lovers, you have to promise that you won’t try to make me fall in love with you. I’m not the woman who’s going to make you mortal. I’m just a girl who needs to blow off some steam because her boyfriend cheated.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to imagine what falling in love with me will feel like?”

Marie smiled, but only half-heartedly. She knew better than to get attached. “I’m positive. It’s too soon for me get emotionally involved with anyone. And you’re not ready, either. In spite of how badly you want to be mortal, you can’t force yourself to find true love.”

“At least I get the importance of being faithful.”

“I’ll give you points for that.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “How stupid could I be? Convincing myself that what Keith and I had was genuine. I was blinded by how much I wanted a family. I still want kids someday, but I’m willing to wait for the right man. And if he never comes along, then I’ll accept that it isn’t in the cards for me.”

“Quit with the defeatist attitude. You’ll find the right guy someday.”

“Thank you. That was a nice thing to say.”

He leaned forward, preparing to kiss her. Marie had no will to stop him. She wanted to taste his mouth, to feel his tongue dance with hers. Passion flared, and he nudged her onto the bed. They kissed like their lives depended on it.

“Ready to be restrained?” he asked.

“Yes.” Afraid as she was, she longed to try something new, to explore her sexuality. Just days ago, she’d called this type of activity depraved, but with Nicholas at the helm, nothing about it seemed depraved. Nor was it disgusting, as Keith had implied.

“Then turn over and get on your hands and knees.”

“Should I get undressed first?”

“No. That will come later.”

With her pulse jumping and her pussy clenching, she got into the doggie-style position.

In the next instant, he transformed her room into an elegantly Gothic dungeon: heavy drapes on the windows, antique candelabras on the walls, decorative tapestries. The bed frame became a scrolled work of iron. But the boldest addition was a huge mirror—an ornate piece that looked as if had come straight out of a castle. He placed it on the wall directly in front of the bed.

“So you can watch,” he said.

Already Marie could see herself, there on her hands and knees, with her make-up from last night smeared around her eyes and her hair in sleep-crazy disarray. “I look a fright.”

“You look beautiful,” he countered. “Wild and vulnerable.”

“I’m scared.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

She gazed at his reflection. Obviously gen-vamps could be seen in mirrors. By now, he was standing beside the bed, dangling a pair of heart-shaped handcuffs. Was that what he’d meant by romantic?

He came forward and cuffed her wrists to the iron posts on the bed frame. “Does that feel okay?”

It felt completely foreign. Never in a million years had she imagined herself like this. But at least the cuffs were padded. “It’s fine.”

“I can make them tighter.”

“No. It’s fine.”

“I think they should be tighter.” He ratcheted up the tension. “That’s better.”

She rattled her bonds, just to hear them clank. She was ridiculously excited and insanely nervous. It was like losing her virginity all over again, only in a dangerously erotic way.

He said, “Spread your knee stance. Make it wider.”

She did as instructed, holding her breath, waiting.

Nicholas waved his hand and made her nightgown disappear. But how long it would take him to remove her panties was anybody’s guess. He sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes were vampire green, but she knew he wasn’t going to feed. He’d changed them for effect.

“Describe yourself to me,” he said.

“But you can see me.”

“Just do it.” He spoke gently yet dominantly, creating a whirlwind of emotion.

“I already told you I look a fright.”

“Wrong description. Say something like that again and I’ll leave sweet little marks on your ass.” A wooden paddle, riddled with raised hearts, appeared in his hand.

She jerked from genuine fear. “You said that you weren’t going to hurt me.”

“And I won’t.” He tapped it lightly against one of his palms. “As long as you obey.”

Would he actually spank her with that thing? She didn’t intend to find out. “I look wild and vulnerable,” she said, repeating his words.

“What else?”

“My hair is long and messy, my skin is flushed, and last night’s mascara is making my eyes seem dark and haunted.”

“What about your body?”

“My breasts are fairly large. My areolas are a brownish color and my nipples are hard.”

He stared at the parts in question.

She nibbled the inside of her lip.

“Go on,” he said.

“I have a nice waist and curvy hips.” She actually thought her stomach was a little fleshier than it should be and that her hips were a bit too womanly, but she kept those thoughts to herself. This was a lesson in self-appreciation, not self-destruction.

“What about your arms and legs?”

“I’m a runner so my legs are strong. I have lean arms, and they look exceptionally pretty right now, with my wrists cuffed to the bed.”

“Good girl. No spanking for you.” He tossed the paddle in the air and the device shook before it vanished.

She breathed a sigh of submissive relief.

“Now it’s time to get rid of your panties.” Instead of doing it magically, he came up behind her and peeled them down manually. But rather than remove them all the way, he left them stretched at her ankles as another form of restraint.

“Now you really look hot,” he told her.

She took a peek in the mirror. In relation to her knee-stance, her panties reacted like a rubber band being pulled to capacity. She could feel the elastic threatening to tear. “Are you going to fuck me like this?”

“What do you think?”

Was that a rhetorical question? She answered anyway. “I think you are.”

“Maybe I am. But first...” He created a blindfold, adding another level to the game.

Not only would she be unable to see her sexual awakening, she would be masked with another of his romantic toys. Like the handcuffs, like the paddle, the blindfold was heart shaped, too.

The Vampire Bracelet: Chapter Seven

Nicholas had no intention of listening to Marie. With Keith out of the way, he didn’t see the harm in trying to woo her into falling in love with him. Of course he would have to fall in love with her, too, for the spell to work. But he was willing to do whatever it took.

He implemented the blindfold, and she drew a sharp breath.

She said, “I can’t see a thing.”

“Believe me, you look gorgeous.” He studied her image in the mirror. “Hearts covering your eyes and binding your wrists.”

Subliminal messages, he thought. He lifted her long glorious hair out of the way and kissed the curve of her neck. He worked his way down her spine, running his mouth along every vertebra. He thrived on the power of dominating her, but being warm and tender aroused him, too. Simone would’ve never allowed him to be so gentle. Simone liked her bondage rough.

Marie was different. Nicholas was trying to nourish the romance he’d promised, but with a dash of wicked on the side. He got underneath her, with his face between her legs.

“What are you doing?” she asked, obviously aware of the shift of his weight as he moved.

He didn’t reply.

“Tell me what you’re doing.” She sounded nervous. But why wouldn’t she? Submission required trust, and he hadn’t earned hers. Not completely. Not yet.

“I’m doing
this
.” He licked her cunt, sliding his tongue up and down.

She made a feminine sound. A whimper. An aroused reaction.

She was already wet, and with each juicy taste, her cream coated his tongue. Eager to push the boundaries of their affair, to make her hungry for more, he teased her ultra-sensitive, ultra-sweet clit, knotting it into a tight little pearl.

That produced a deep-throated moan.

She wriggled her bottom, trying, it appeared, to straddle his face. But she couldn’t get low enough nor was Nicholas going to help. Keeping her aching and desperate was far more exciting. He continued his taunting foray, pleasuring her in slow sensual intervals, then stopping without warning.

“Please,” she said.

He smiled to himself. “Please what?”

“Keep going.”

“Why should I?” He enjoyed hearing her beg.

“Because it feels good.”

“Why else?”

“Because I want to come.”

He longed to come, too, deep inside, but it was too soon. He wasn’t finished with the foreplay. Nonetheless, his cock misbehaved, hardening with intensity. To ease the pressure he unzipped his pants.

“What was that noise?” she asked.

“My zipper. I undid my pants and now my cock is jutting out.”

“I want to see it.”

“Nice try. But I’m not removing your blindfold until I’m good and ready.”

“Are you going to make me come?”

“I will if you beg some more.”

“I need it, Nicholas.
Please
, I need to come.”

“When Simone and I do this, I don’t permit her to use my name. I make her call me master.”

“I’ll call you master if you want me to.”

“I’d rather we use something unique. Something just between us.”

“Tell me what to say and I’ll say it.”

“Do you speak Cherokee?”

“Darrin taught me some common words.”

“Do you know how to say husband?”

She flinched. “Yes, but—”

He exercised his power. “We can end this right here and now.”

“End it?” Her voice jumped. “No.”

“Then say what I want you to say.

She fought him. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he demanded. “A husband is just another word for master.”

“Not in this day and age.”

Details. Details. “Humor me and pretend that it is.”

She rattled her cuffs, making the metal hearts clank hopelessly against the bedposts. Nicholas thought it was wonderfully symbolic.

“
Asgayaaninela
,” she said.

“That’s husband?”

“Yes.”

“Say it again.”

She repeated it.

“Now imagine that we’re married and that you love me as you’ve loved no other.” That was the strongest subliminal message he could think of.

“Please, I don’t want to play this game.”

“Just do it.”

Silence slammed between them.

He had no way of knowing if she was following his mental orders, but he rewarded her as if she was. He ate her pussy from slit to clit and back again. The most intimate form of kissing in the most private of places. It made his cock throb, his balls tighten.

Her breathing escaped in choppy pants. But Nicholas didn’t miss a beat. He maintained a sleek and sexy rhythm, pushing her to the brink of frenzy. He knew she was close to coming.

Very, very close.

He went for the emotional kill. “Do you know how to say, ‘I love you’ in Cherokee?”

“Don’t make me do that.”

He withdrew his tongue. Oral sex was a highly effective weapon, and he was damned good at it. “I’m your master, your make-believe husband, and if you don’t tell me that you love me, I’m going to leave you here all night, chained-up and unfulfilled.”

“
Gvgeyuhi
,” she sputtered.

Nicholas smiled. He didn’t know Cherokee from Chinese, but he didn’t doubt that she’d just told him that she loved him. Warily, but she’d still said it.

He put his mouth back where it belonged and gave her the orgasm she’d been craving, making her shake and shudder and come all over him. But that wasn’t enough, not for either of them. He slid out from under her and tore the blindfold from her eyes.

Gypsy-wild and ready to be fucked, she stared at him in the mirror. He discarded his clothes, got behind her, planted his hands on her hips and thrust into her. She keened out a moan, and he rocked back and forth, her pussy welcoming him in creamy warmth.

“Say it again,” he said. “Tell me you love me.”

“No.”

“Say it or I’ll stop.”

She thrashed like a jungle cat. “You’re not being fair.”

“I want to hear it while I’m inside you.”

“Please, don’t make me do that.”

“Say it!” He persisted and drove himself deeper.

She finally conceded, repeating the Cherokee words.

It was compelling in her language. Exciting. Exotic. Erotic. He held her tighter. “Do you like being bound? Do you like being my captive?”

“Yes.” Her voice turned raspy. “But I don’t like the other part.”

“The
I love you’s
? Too bad. I’m the master, the husband, and you’re supposed to love me. But it’s happening fast between us. We skipped the engagement and went right to the wedding night.”

“It’s morning.”

“You know what I mean.” He buried his face in her hair and fucked her the way an eager young groom would fuck his equally anxious bride. Desire tugged brutally at his loins. What a moment. What a feeling.