Vampire Mate: BBW Paranormal Romance (11 page)

She swallowed and nodded.
Shyly, she let her eyes roam down his broad shoulders to his powerful
chest and narrow waist and hips. His body was toned, his muscles
well defined and hard. Like all vampires, there was no tan line on
his body, but he was a masterpiece of masculinity. Sculpted,
chiseled, solid.

Gazing into his black eyes,
which were achingly tender, just watching her, waiting for her, she
whispered, “Make love to me, Glenn.”

He lowered his lips to hers,
and kissed her in a deep, passionate kiss as he pushed her thighs
wider apart.

Very slowly, he pushed into
her, sliding smoothly into her inch by inch, until he filled her
completely. He stretched her to the max but she was more than ready
for him. She had been ready from the very first time she laid eyes
on him and their fingers touched. Her body had responded to him,
awakening with a jolt and her mind had subconsciously memorized every
detail of his handsome face and tall, broad body.

Charlene gasped as Glenn
buried himself to the hilt inside her, and stilled completely,
holding her in his strong arms and gazing deeply into her eyes. “You
okay?” he asked hoarsely.

She nodded as she wrapped her
legs around his hips and clung to him. Yes, she was okay. She was
more than okay. In his bed, in his arms, she felt safe, alive,
perfect. Her world was perfect, just for tonight.

If she only had tonight, she
would take it.

Hell, perhaps tonight was
really all she had.

She'd decided the moment that
Glenn pressed her lips to his neck and willingly gave her his blood,
that she would not go through with Kron's plan. She couldn't let
that unscrupulous, unsavory blood demon lord get his claws on that
land. Imagine what he would do if his powers were multiplied and
magnified. She had sensed that the demon was just biding his time,
waiting until he was powerful enough to make his move. He had used
up a considerable amount of his waning power to Make her a demoness.
But he sure hadn't saved her ass out of the goodness of his demon
heart. She was an investment. And he wanted now to reap the rewards
of his investment.

As investments go, she was a
very bad investment.

Charlene smiled crookedly, her
eyes holding a wicked gleam. “Take me, Glenn,” she
breathed, clenching him tightly. “Take all of me, and don't
you dare stop!”

Glenn inhaled sharply and
began to move his hips. She moaned softly at the pleasure uncoiling
and rising from low in her belly. Glenn pushed her knees up to open
her wider for him as he surged into her again and again.

“
Yes, yes!”
Charlene's head thrashed on the pillow as Glenn shoved both her knees
up, forcing her so wide apart she felt she might split into two. He
plunged into her relentless, mercilessly, forcing her to take him
deep into her body. Charlene moaned, letting out cry after cry as
she writhed beneath him. It felt good, it felt so damn good.

“
Glenn,” she
panted, lifting her head to gaze at him with heavy lidded eyes.
“Don't stop, please don't stop. I...I'm coming...I...ah,
Glenn!”

She gasped when he surged deep
into her and pushed her body down with his, flattening her heavy,
aching breasts against his chest. She caught a glimpse of his fangs,
but her eyes were hazy and her mind whirling as she spiraled towards
her impending orgasm. Every muscle in her tightened and rippled,
throbbing towards an explosive climax.

She felt his tongue on her
neck, licking all the way down from her jaw to her collar bone. Then
there was the slightest prick. Her eyes flew open. She could feel
his fangs, sharp and long. The prickling sensation intensified as
his fangs breached her skin and sunk slowly, deeply into her.

Charlene began to shudder, as
the pain melted into the most delicious, delirious pleasure. She
pulled him closer to her, urging him to suck harder and take more.

The thought of her blood
filling him, making her a part of him, just like he was filling her
so perfectly, their bodies joined as one, made her climax so hard
that all she heard was her own scream. Glenn sucked harder, his cock
throbbing and pushing into her as he sucked and licked at her neck.
Charlene shattered completely under his mouth and his body, wave
after wave of pleasure smashing into her, wringing every breath,
every emotion from her until she was utterly spent.

Glenn continued moving in her,
prolonging and drawing out her orgasm until she was unable to take
any more. She shuddered one last time to the echo of her own scream
and put a shaking hand to his face. Glenn was staring down at her, a
huge, hard part of him still buried in her, but he wasn't moving at
all. He seemed to have stopped breathing as he stared at her with a
fierce, almost frightening light in his eyes.

“
G-Glenn?”
Charlene whispered.

What's wrong?

She saw his eyes darken and
burn with realization.

Did he just realize that he
had a blood demoness in his bed? Was the realization and revulsion
only just creeping in?

Charlene stilled beneath him,
a cold fist around her heart. What was going through his heart and
his mind?

Charlene gasped when he
gripped her arms suddenly, still pinning her with that hard,
unblinking, unforgiving gaze.

“
Glenn!” She
tried to twist out of his grip but he held her fast, his eyes and
touch burning. His fangs were still extended, and his lips were red
and wet with her blood.

“
Charlene.” He
pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. “You...”

“
Are you...are you going
to order me to leave now?” she said, tears welling in her eyes.

Maybe it had dawned on him
that she was just a pawn, a part of Kron's ploy to get the land.

A pawn to be used and
discarded.

She turned away quickly. No,
she wouldn't cry. He wasn't wrong in thinking that. It was simply
the truth.

“
Leave? How can I let
you go, Charlene?” he asked in a tortured voice.

She gazed up at him with wet
eyes. “I thought...”

He laughed, a sound of both
joy and pain. “I thought, and now I know.”

Charlene frowned at him in
confusion.
“What...are
you talking about? What do you know?”

In a voice ragged with
emotion, he said, “You are my mate.”

She was his mate.

She was—
his
.

Glenn didn't dare close his
eyes. He refused to even blink, almost afraid that she might vanish
from beneath him. He had waited for this moment his whole, long
life. Finding his mate, holding her, having her. He almost didn't
dare believe that this moment was real, and not just a waking dream.

One taste of her blood and he
knew. It didn't matter what he believed. The blood and the bond
didn't lie.

Her body didn't lie either.
His blood had awakened her want, her aching need, her lust for him.
Her body had burned with his touch, melted against him and responded
so powerful and so beautifully to his thrusts and rhythm. Her orgasm
was crushing and real, nothing fake about that. One bite, and she
came, crying out and wanting more. Her blood called to him. A
single drop of her blood on his tongue and his entire body roared and
clamored for her. Instinct and need demanded that he take more, take
her blood into his body and make her a part of him. He had sucked
with a hunger like no other, a want so fierce and feral it drove him
clean out of his mind.

It was by sheer, iron will
that he had pulled back and reclaimed his senses and his thoughts.

This woman, this beautiful
female in his bed, was his mate.

But—she was also a blood
demoness, a blood demoness who wasn't free...and who wasn't wholly
demon, yet. Her blood was still red, not black.

As he stared into her anxious
green eyes, he had wrestled with himself and his lust, forcing his
brain to override his body. Pushing himself up, he stared down at
his mate, his angry, insistent cock still throbbing inside her. But
no, he would not take his release.

She was his mate, but she was
also Kron's demon.

He had to ensure that she was
totally free and safe, before he claimed her completely.

How could he selfishly take
his own heady pleasure while his mate's life and fate hung in the
balance? She was being controlled by a scheming demon lord, and he
was sure that Sideous Kron would not let her go easily. There were a
dozen nasty things Kron might do to her, and he wasn't referring to
anything sexual. Boiling, bleeding, beheading—just to name a
few. Demon lords were notoriously sadistic and creative when it came
to torture.

He had seen the vampire
generals throw their captives to the demons during the last Great War
between vampires and weres. The vampires felt that death would be
too easy for those brutal shifters. The vampires excelled in
fighting and killing, but when it came to torture, they were one of
the least inventive. The demon lords did a much better job. They
elevated torture to an art form, wringing demonic music from their
victims' screams, feasting and fornicating on steaming piles of
shifter entrails.

He had been a lowly foot
soldier then, a newly turned vampire. He had fought bravely,
defending vampire and human villages against the invading,
bloodthirsty weres. The vampires had beaten back the beastly shifter
soldiers, chasing them deep into the jungles. But the vampire
generals had decided to seize on their victory and advantage, and
crush the weres once and for all. The vampires had relentlessly
hunted the defeated shifters down, dragged them out of caves and
jungles, and thrown them to the demons.

The demon lords didn't align
themselves with either faction. The demon princes, being demon
royalty, refused to be involved. They had their own kingdoms to run,
their own battles to fight in their realms, but the demon lords,
being lesser demons, had no such responsibilities and scruples. They
were just happy to be fed and entertained. Free food and toys—that's
what made them happy. What the food and toys were didn't matter to
them. If vampires had been thrown their way, they would equally have
had their fun and games with the vamps, probably gouging out the
vampires' innards with their own fangs.

And now one of these
degenerate demon lords had his mate in his filthy clutches.

Glenn slowly withdrew from
Charlene's warm, lush body as she gaped at him. He had just told her
that she was his mate. Would she believe him, or would she run?
That wasn't something you said to a female the first time you got her
in your bed.

Glenn stared down at her, his
muscles bulging and throbbing as he held himself back. Every
instinct was urging him to thrust back inside her and pound into her
until he spilled his seed into her. Claim her, drink her, fill her.

But, he wouldn't do that.

He couldn't.

She looked shell-shocked, her
eyes round and her lips quivering as she tried to form words.

You are my mate.

It was a lot to take in. She
was a newly Made demoness, hungry for blood and forced to hunt for
her demon lord. She had enough on her hands and on her mind, and now
he had dropped this bomb on her.

Glenn watched her carefully.

Was she going to leap out of
his bed, grab her clothes and teleport away?

He kept his hand on her arm,
just in case.

Charlene sat up slowly, but
instead of pushing him away, she took his hand and laced her fingers
through his. “I know,” she whispered. “I
think...I have always known.”

This time, it was his turn to
gape at her.

“
The moment I saw you, I
felt...like we belonged, somehow. I know it sounds crazy and
childish, but I just felt like you were the one, the only one, the
one meant for me.” She let out an awkward laugh. “It's
a romantic ideal, a fantasy, that there might be a special someone
just for me. That just doesn't happen, not to someone like me.”

Glenn touched her beautiful
face, almost unable to believe that this wonderful woman was his.
“That happens, Charlene. And it happened to me, to us. Some
vampires live their long, lonely lives searching but never ever
finding the one, the one meant for them. I found my mate. I found
you.”

He continued staring at her in
wonderment. She had just held his hand, and told him that she had
known or felt, all this time, that he was her mate.

Her words wound around his
heart, warming him, strengthening him, giving him the power of a
thousand Master vampires.

Glenn grabbed her and crushed
her to his chest. “Charlene.” He kissed the top of her
head and murmured against her hair. “My mate.”

In the dark, in the silence of
his bedroom, they held each other, breathing in each other's scent
and the scent of their lovemaking.

Finally, she broke away and
gazed up at him. There was a hint of tears in her eyes, but she
blinked them away quickly. “Glenn,” she said softly. “I
am your mate, and you are mine, for tonight and maybe for a few more
nights. These nights will be the most precious, and the most
beautiful nights of my entire existence. I know that and I will
forever cherish them, wherever and whatever I am. But...”