Vampire Mate: BBW Paranormal Romance (17 page)

“
Come home with me,
Charlene. Stay with me.”

“
I...”

“
Say yes. Just say
yes,” he whispered against her hair.

Closing her eyes, she leaned
into him, melting against his strong, solid body. “Yes,
Glenn,” she sighed at last. “Yes.”

Her world seemed to tilt
suddenly and she gasped as she lost her balance. She was wrapped
securely in a cloud of mist, and she blinked and allowed her body to
relax, knowing the Glenn was holding her and misting her.

When she took her next breath,
she was in Glenn's bedroom, standing at the foot of his bed. Before
she could turn around, she felt his hands on her waist as he pressed
up behind her. His lips nibbled down her neck and her bare
shoulders, and she felt the scrape of his fangs on her skin.

She was still in that red
dress, the same dress she had worn when he first took her to his bed.
How apt that she should be wearing the same dress on their last
night together.

She squeezed her eyes shut,
refusing to let her tears fall. If this was her last night with
Glenn, she would make it the best night of her life.

And his.

All those females he said he
had bedded, she would erase them with this night.

She was a demoness, a blood
demoness. And she was his mate.

She would claim him, own him,
mark him. Other females would forever see her mark on him, and know
that he had been mated, even if his mate was no longer around.

The thought that she would
soon be leaving him, and that he might have other females after her,
hurt her and angered her. The sudden stab of rage and pain was
excruciating. Even her torment in the Abyss couldn't compare with
this pain.

But she couldn't expect him to
remain celibate for years and centuries after she was gone, could
she?

She would be long gone. And
she'd be lucky if he still remembered her.

Charlene swiped roughly at her
eyes.

“
Charlene, what's wrong?
Did I hurt you?” Glenn stopped biting her shoulder and turned
her to face him. “Are you...crying?”

“
No, no! Don't be
silly. Of course not.” She laughed.

“
Charlene, you are my
mate. You don't have to hide anything from me. You don't have to
ever pretend in front of me. I see you, and I love you as you are.”

She looked into his piercing,
dark eyes and again, she felt the sting of her tears. This time, she
let him see her tears. No hiding, no pretending.

“
I...I just don't want
you to forget me. And I know this is silly and crazy, but I just
can't bear the thought of you with other women after I'm gone. I
know I shouldn't be...”

Glenn silenced her with a
scorching kiss. She sobbed and moaned against his mouth, feeling his
pain and passion so fiercely.

Her wet lashes brushed against
his cheek as he released her slowly. “Why would I be with
other women, when I have found my mate?” he asked softly,
resting his forehead against hers.

“
You are the only female
for me. The one. The only one.”

“
But I'll be...”
Gone. Tomorrow night.

“
You are my mate.
Forever.” He said it with absolute certainty. There was no
wavering, no flinching, no hesitation.

“
And you are mine,”
she whispered back. “I love you, Glenn, and...” She
backed away from him slowly with a coy smile. “I'm going to
show you how much I love you.”

She saw Glenn start towards
her, his fangs elongating as she began to pull her zip down and step
out of her little red dress. But she shook her finger at him.
“Don't move.”

Naked, she sashayed to him and
pushed him back onto the bed.

He watched her with hungry
eyes as she straddled him. Bending forward, she felt his hot breath
on her breasts, and her nipples peaked instantly.

Glenn let out a tortured
groan. He moved to grab her, but she tut-tutted. “I said
don't move.”

He complied and she rewarded
him by gyrating her hips against his erection, letting him feel her
heat and moisture.

With her claws, she made quick
work of his shirt and pants, licking her lips as his huge, throbbing
erection sprang free.

Raking her claws down his
torso, she lowered her face to his muscular thighs and kissed them.
She held his hands down at his side and he let her. Wrapping her
lips round his swollen cock, she sucked at the bead of moisture at
the crown and swirled her tongue round the sensitive slit. Glenn's
hips bucked and he groaned her name as she began to suck him harder,
taking more of him into her mouth.

He was huge, and he tasted of
raw musk and masculinity. She knew that the last time he took her to
his bed, he hadn't released his seed. This time, she would drive him
mindless with pleasure, and force him to come. She would swallow
every drop of her mate, lick him, relish the taste and feel of him.

Glenn began to jerk, as he
fisted the sheets. But he allowed her to hold his hands down, giving
her complete control over him.

“
Charlene!” he
roared.

She smiled as she continued
tormenting him with her mouth. He was close. She could feel it.

She increased her pace,
stretching up her hand to play with his nipples. She ran her fingers
across his small, male nipples, feeling the hard, broad expanse of
his chest.

Suddenly, Glenn gripped both
her wrists and pulled her up to him. He pressed her flush against
him and kissed her wildly, his lips and tongue ravishing her mouth.

Pulling her hips up, he forced
her legs apart, and made her straddle him. Charlene pushed her palms
against his chest and knelt up, letting her wet core hover just out
of reach of his straining cock.

With a wicked mile, she began
to lower her hips, ever so slowly, to take him into her body.

Glenn knew that his hold on
his rampaging lust was fast slipping. This woman, this exquisite,
tempting female was a demoness, in every sense of the word. She
really was a devil in bed. Her touch, her lips, her tongue burnt and
inflamed him to unimaginable heights. No woman had aroused him so,
made him so crazed with desire for her.

Glenn's breathing was ragged
as he watched her wiggle her luscious hips to take him deeper into
her. He held himself perfectly still as she winced. He could feel
her tight walls stretching to accommodate him and he didn't want to
cause her any pain. With a shuddering breath, she impaled herself
completely on him, burying him fully inside her.

He made a strangled sound, as
she began to rock her hips. She was hot and wet, and her channel
formed a tight fist around him. Glenn sat up, and kneaded the round
globes of her butt as she ground down on him.

They sat up facing each other,
her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.
Glenn jerked his hips, and grabbed hers, moving her in a more frantic
rhythm against him. He bent down and took one bouncing breast into
his mouth. Ah, sweet heaven! She was delicious, and he suckled
hungrily. His fangs scraped at her skin, and a trickle of blood
oozed down her cleavage. Charlene threw back her head in ecstasy as
Glenn sucked her nipple and her blood, intensifying her pleasure.

He licked and lapped at her
other breast, blowing on her wet, erect nipples and making her moan.
Her fangs had descended, and he coaxed her mouth towards his neck.

She didn't resist, just rested
her lips against his neck as she moved against him, letting him slide
in and out of her. Glenn held her and lowered her onto her back on
the bed. She gazed up at him, and turned her head to the side to
expose her neck.

She was so, so beautiful. His
mate. He thrust into her with a gentle rhythm, and thumbed her
nipples as he licked down the column of her neck. She was growing
wetter, and he could feel the first ripples of her orgasm. When she
started to pant, he plunged his fangs into her and sucked hard.

She opened her mouth to
scream, and he immediately pressed her fangs down hard into his neck.
The pain was extreme, but so was the pleasure. He could feel her
coming, as her muscles contracted and spasmed, and her claws and
fangs dug into him. Her hot, red blood filled his mouth as he sucked
hungrily, giving her the most explosive orgasm as he took her blood.
She was sucking hard at his neck as well, drinking him, milking him,
driving him over the edge.

Glenn released her neck with a
bellow. He couldn't control himself any longer. He climaxed and
shot deep into her soft, lush body, coming so hard and so long he
felt like he had emptied all of himself into her. He kept moving
inside her, even after he had spent every drop of his seed, filling
her completely.

Panting and gasping, they held
each other, their bodies still joined and shuddering.

Very slowly and reluctantly,
Glenn pulled out of her, gazing tenderly into her shining green eyes.

Still green, for now. But he
could see lines of red bleeding into her lovely emerald eyes.

Soon, they would be wholly
red, and her blood would turn black. And she would become fully,
irrevocably demon.

Glenn knew he was racing
against time, gambling against fate. He let out a small, bitter
laugh.

As a vampire who had lived for
centuries, time just didn't hold the same value and urgency as it had
for him when he was a human. Each day, each year, each decade was
just more of the same old cycle for him. The more things change, the
more they stay the same. That had been true for him.

But now, every second, every
breath and heartbeat was a stark reminder of just how late in his
long life he had found his mate, and how soon he was about to lose
her.

No, he wouldn't lose her. It
had to work.

He touched her face and her
neck, feeling her pulse beneath his fingertips. So strong, so
fragile, and so very precious to him.

He had marked her with his
fangs, pushing his fangs deep into her neck so that there would be
two distinct marks on her neck forever. The puncture wounds were
already beginning to heal on her neck, but the marks were there. He
had claimed and marked her as his mate.

Glenn touched his own neck.
He healed at an extraordinary rate even from the most serious
injuries, but Charlene had bitten him hard to mark him. His wounds
had closed, but he could feel the ridged scar along his neck where
she had sunk her jagged fangs into him.

“
You marked me, baby,”
he murmured.

“
You are my mate,”
she stated, looking upon her handiwork with pride.

“
I know.” His
voice cracked as he hugged her fiercely to him. “So how can I
ever let you go?”

Charlene held him tightly, and
tried to turn a sob into a strange sounding giggle. “Will you
make love to me again?” she whispered.

Glenn kissed away her tears,
tasting blood on his tongue. He kissed the top of her head, and
worked his way slowly down her face, kissing her eyelids, the tip of
her nose, her flushed cheeks, the corners of her mouth and down her
jawline.

His lips kept roving down her
body, as he worshipped her beautiful, curvaceous body with his mouth
and hands. She closed her eyes, stretching her arms up above her
head in utter surrender, giving herself completely to him.

Glenn lavished attention on
her heaving breasts, kissing, licking and sucking until she arched
her back and begged for him to take her. But he took his time. It
was hours before the dawn, and he would spend hours pleasuring every
inch of her body.

Kissing down the inside of her
thigh and down her legs, he sucked every toe, and then worked his way
back up. He spread her legs and slipped her engorged clit into his
mouth, tormenting it with his tongue before thrusting his tongue into
her, driving her to screams and shudders again and again.

With her body pliant and
boneless with pleasure, he made love to her slowly, taking her,
enjoying her and loving her the whole night.

This night belonged to them.
And he would use it to celebrate his mate and their love.

Too soon, dawn...and death
would arrive.

Charlene awoke in Glenn's bed,
in his arms. She closed her eyes to savor the feeling of utter
bliss, of knowing that this was where she belonged. His arms were
wrapped possessively around her, his chest pressed against her back,
his long legs entangled with hers. Slowly, she twisted round to gaze
upon his face. With a sad smile, she traced his angular features
with her fingertips. He had the face of a dark angel, a powerful,
brutal warrior who could command hundreds of vampires and lure
countless women into his bed.

You are the only female for
me. The one. The only one.

She recalled his words with a
sudden pang of pride and sorrow.