Vampire Mate: BBW Paranormal Romance (10 page)

And he had always steered
clear of blood demonesses.

There was just no pleasure to
be had with a blood demoness.

Vampire bites were intensely
pleasurable, but the bite of a blood demon was excruciating and
bloody. Like vampires, blood demons could only get their sustenance
from licensed blood bars. No biting was allowed, except during sex.
And blood demons made sure they got the most out of this legal
exception.

Blood demons gave all blood
suckers a bad name.

Glenn held himself still as
Charlene took another tentative step towards him. She moved slowly,
but not deliberately like a predator would. She swallowed
repeatedly, and kept glancing down. Her eyes were red and puffy,
like she had been crying.

“
If you don't want me
here, I...I'll leave,” she stammered. There was no bitterness
in her eyes, just a wariness and weariness which made him want to
grab her into his arms and hold her and protect her.

She swiped at her eyes and
turned away. “I'm sorry, I think I should just...”

“
I want you. I...want
you to stay.”

She looked up in surprise, and
he saw a small smile of gratitude cross her lovely, sad features.
She had indeed been ordered to come to him by Sideous Kron. If he
drove her away, she would be punished by Kron.

But that wasn't the only
reason why he wanted her to stay. It wasn't just to spare her the
demon lord's punishment. It was to spare himself as well. Spare
himself the punishment and agony of being apart from her.

She blinked up at him, swaying
slightly on her feet. “Glenn,” she whispered.

He caught her just as she
crumpled. He scooped her up in his arms and stared into her pale,
bloodless face. Her body felt cold and weak, and she shivered as he
misted her inside, into his bedroom.

“
Charlene,” he
said, his voice harsh. “When did you last feed?”

She struggled feebly as he lay
her on his bed and dragged the covers up over her shaking body. He
put his fingers against her neck and felt her weakening pulse as her
eyelids fluttered shut.

“
You haven't had any
blood,” he said. “You were sent here for supper, weren't
you? You're to take my blood.”

At this, she gasped and glared
at him. “No!”

Her outrage seemed to send a
temporary surge of strength through her. She pushed herself up and
snapped, “No, you pompous, presumptuous man! You are not my
supper. I am yours!”

Her arms shook with her strain
and rage, and she collapsed back onto the pillows.

Glenn gaped at her. Even
blood starved and half conscious, she'd had enough fire and gumption
in her to give him a dressing down.

And what did she mean by those
last three words?

I am yours!

He listened to the echo of her
words in his mind, savoring them. If only she was really his. He
forced his eyes open and shook his head. No, what she meant was—she
was sent here as his supper. As a gift, as a bribe.

He stared at her neck, at her
pale face, and felt his traitorous body throb and harden with hunger.

That wily, cunning demon was
sweetening his offer for the land by sending him Charlene.
I am
yours!
He could have her for the night, enjoy her, take her.
She was his for tonight.

The thought was making him
hard as hell.

Charlene's breathing was rapid
and shallow, her eyelids jumping as her head turned from side to
side. Her hands were trying to peel the covers off, and push herself
up, but it was clear that she was in no state to even stand up. She
needed blood now, or she might go into shock. There was a newly
healed wound on her neck, and it was obvious that she had bled
recently. Maybe less than an hour ago. How much blood had she lost?

Glenn cursed and shrugged off
his jacket. He undid the buttons on his shirt with one hand and
lifted her up with his other hand. Pressing her mouth to his neck,
he gritted out, “Drink, Charlene. Take my blood.”

He felt her long lashes brush
against his neck as she struggled against him. “No.”
Charlene tried to push him away, but he held her fast. She opened
her mouth to scream, and he pushed her teeth hard against his neck,
breaking his skin.

“
No, no!” Her
protests became muffled when he pressed her mouth hard against the
line of blood on his neck and demanded, “Drink. You need to
feed, you stubborn woman!”

He heard her cry out in agony
and hunger. Then he felt her fangs.

Charlene felt her fangs
lengthen instantly as she tasted Glenn's blood on her lips. Her
fangs descended against her will and sunk deep into Glenn's neck. He
held himself completely still even as she shuddered and moaned at the
intense pleasure.

He tasted...so good. Her
nostrils flared as she breathed against his bare skin. His scent was
strong and masculine, and the blood that filled her mouth and flowed
down her throat was rich, dark, powerful. The blood filled her up,
and as her strength and power surged, she felt herself wanting more,
needing more. But it wasn't just his blood. She wanted him. She
wanted the man, the vampire, the strong, dark male whose look and
touch made her feel and yearn and hope. She sucked and lapped at his
neck, clinging to his broad shoulders and digging her nails into his
back. She wanted him so badly. She was already so wet for him, and
she squirmed against him, wanting and needing him.

Charlene closed her eyes and
swallowed his blood. Very carefully, she pulled her fangs out, and
she winced when she saw the terrible puncture marks she had caused.
His neck was torn, ravaged by her sharp, serrated fangs, yet he never
uttered a single sound. He hadn't jerked away in pain, or pushed her
away in disgust when she pierced his neck and suckled desperately at
his vein.

All those big, bullying,
badass rogues had screamed and flailed when she took their blood.
When she stabbed her fangs into their necks, they had thrashed with
the agonizing pain, their eyes reflecting their stark horror at what
was happening to them.

She knew that her bite was
torture. But she hadn't felt any remorse when she bit all those
violent, bullying humans and shifters. They had been terrorizing
innocent, helpless females. She would make them hurt, make them pay.

But Glenn...

She didn't want to hurt Glenn.

He hadn't even flinched when
she tore into his neck. He had held her tightly, closely, intimately
as she sucked and drank. He hadn't jerked and twisted away,
screaming and struggling like all the other males.

But the bite must have burnt.
Yet he bore the pain, with pride.

Glenn tasted wonderful, clean
and strong. She didn't want to stop. No male had tasted like this.
Glenn was heady, intoxicating and addictive. But if she didn't force
herself to stop now, she would never stop. She would just drink him
to death.

Painfully, she forced her
fangs to retract. She was still clinging to him, staring at his neck
which was smeared dark red with his blood.

“
What...what have I
done?” she whispered. “Oh Glenn...”

She raised trembling fingers
to his wound, but he caught her hand suddenly, staring at her with
gleaming black eyes.

“
How do you feel?”
he demanded. “Do you need more blood?”

She shook her head quickly.
“I...I feel better. I've never felt better,” she
answered honestly. “That's enough for me.”

“
But that's not enough
for me,” he said darkly, his fangs stabbing out. She gasped at
the primal hunger in his eyes, and tried to scrabble back but he
caught her wrists and pinned her down on his bed.

He loomed over her, a dark,
powerful male, his black eyes glowing with a raw, pulsing hunger.
The two halves of his shirt fell open to reveal a hard, sculpted
torso, and she glanced down to see a very prominent bulge at his
crotch. He lowered his body, allowing her to feel that bulge between
her thighs. Pushing against her, he rubbed at a very sensitive part
of her, making her arch her back, her muscles clenching as moisture
pooled between her legs. Panting, she blinked up at his handsome
face and saw his veins throb at his temple and neck as he struggled
against his lust and his want for her.

“
Glenn, p-please...”
she whimpered, straining against his vice-like grip. She wanted to
touch him, to pull him to her, and feel his bare skin against her.
She wanted him inside her. Now.

“
What do you want,
Charlene?” he said hoarsely.

“
I want...you, Glenn.
You,” she panted.

Charlene blinked rapidly
trying to clear her vision and her mind. She had just fed off Glenn,
and now she was begging him to fuck her. She was out of her mind.
Out of her mind with lust.

She reached up and touched his
neck with quivering fingers. He had stopped bleeding, and the wound
was already healing, but she had no doubt that she had caused him
pain. A lot of pain.

“
Glenn,” she said
raggedly. “Your neck...you're hurt. I shouldn't have hurt
you. It shouldn't be you. It should never have been you,” she
whispered.

His grip on her shoulders
tightened until it was almost crushing.

“
Charlene, it should be
me.” He yanked her to him fiercely. “It should always
be me. It should only be me.”

“
But I hurt you. My
bite...”

“
Your bite can't hurt
me,” he laughed almost derisively. “To have your lips on
my neck—” He half closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
“To have you in my bed, and so wet for me...”

Charlene blushed furiously and
squeezed her thighs together, sending another jolt of molten heat
spearing down her body. He could scent and feel her arousal. And
she had told him that she wanted him, hadn't she?

Subtle, real subtle,
Charlene.

She bit her lip and turned to
look away.

“
Charlene, look at me,”
Glenn said softly.

She met his eyes uncertainly.

“
I want you, Charlene.
I take what I want, and I want you to do the same. You don't ever
have to feel shy, or ashamed, with me. I'm going to taste you,
Charlene. Every part of you, and I've going to make love to you the
whole night. I'm not letting you out of my bed till dawn.” He
held her chin between his thumb and forefinger and bent down to kiss
her softly on the lips. The kiss was light and sweet, but it left
her wanting more.

“
Glenn,” she said
breathlessly.

“
Say that again.”

“
What?”

“
Say my name, and tell
me what you want.”

She forced air into her lungs,
and looked deep into his eyes. “Glenn, I want you. I want you
to make love to me. And—I want you to take my blood.”

His eyes flashed and he reared
up above her. For a heartbeat, she saw him as he truly was, a
powerful, lethal Master vampire who could command other vampires and
creatures. It terrified her, thrilled her and turned her on. God,
she was so turned on after taking his blood. Sharing blood and sex
with Glenn Constantine was something she never thought she'd be
doing. Not in her wildest dreams.

He released her, and she froze
for just a second. But before she could twist away, he was upon her.

He pushed her back onto the
bed and pinned her arms up over her head. His mouth took hers in a
kiss that was hard and demanding. His tongue pushed into her mouth,
tasting her and demanding more.

She gasped and her lips and
thighs parted instinctively. His lust, his strength, his raw hunger
awakened her own need, and she touched his tongue with her own,
wanting to taste more of him as well. When she ran her tongue over
his lips and kissed him back with unrestrained passion, she felt his
whole body jerk as if he had just been electrocuted.

“
Charlene,” he
gritted against her mouth. His hands moved down to caress her
curves. Pushing the bodice of her dress down to release her breasts,
he closed his lips over her nipple and sucked hard. Charlene moaned
and raked her fingers through his dark hair, urging him to suckle her
harder. She arched her back as he thumbed and licked her erect
nipples, tugging them and circling them relentless with his tongue.

Unzipping her dress, he flung
the dress to the floor, and stared at her naked body with undisguised
lust and admiration. She saw that he was highly aroused by the fact
that she hadn't worn any underwear.

“
Spread your legs for
me, Charlene,” he said.

She obeyed, and parted her
legs very slowly, feeling the cool silk sheets on his bed caress her
skin.

Glenn had undressed swiftly,
and she felt his hard, naked body pressing down on her. With a
finger under her chin, he tilted her face to him, forcing her to meet
his eyes. “Look into my eyes when I make love to you,”
he said.