Blood Mate: A Paranormal Romance by Natalie Kristen Read Free Book Online Page B

his voice, like he was
begging her.
    Fight this. Resist this!
    Bryn gasped, but she refused
to cry out even though he was gripping her so hard that it hurt.
    Jett loomed over her. Still
gripping her chin, he glared down at her, his lips hovering so close
to hers. She could feel his scorching, ragged breaths on her cheek,
her neck, and her eyelids fluttered.
    She stared up into his
tortured eyes and saw them burning with wrath...and lust.
    “ Fight me!” he
roared.
    It was a command and a plea.
    As her hands curled into
fists, he pulled her hard to him and covered her mouth with his.
    Bryn gasped at the crushing,
bruising kiss. Jett took her mouth hungrily, angrily, demanding that
she yield to him.
    His kiss was full of passion
and pain. There was nothing soft or tender about the kiss. The
pressure of his lips was unrelenting and merciless. Bryn could taste
his hurt and hunger with every hard stroke of his tongue. His kiss
was damning and blistering.
    Mustering all her strength,
she gave him a hard shove. Jett staggered back a step and stared at
her, breathing heavily.
    Throwing her shoulders back,
Bryn said, “Not yet, Jett. You haven't won. If you win, you
can do anything you want with me. But you haven't won. You haven't
fought me. You haven't fought for me. Have you?”
    Jett let out a smirk. His
answer infuriated her. “No.”
    She shook with rage, hurt and
want. There was no stopping her now.
    In a blur, she lashed out and
her fist connected with his jaw.

CHAPTER
EIGHT

     

    Jett staggered back, and
swiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of
his hand. He rolled his shoulders, and turned to face her.
    Bryn was breathing hard, her
fists raised to attack again. Her nostrils flared at the scent of
his blood, and she stifled a wince. She bit her trembling lip with
her fang, and for an instant, he saw her longing and aching want.
    But the look passed quickly.
She threw her jacket to the ground, and curled her fingers at him,
beckoning him, daring him.
    You want a fight? You got
a fight. No weapons. Just you and me. Just...us.
    Her eyes were shining, not
with tears, but with anger. He could see the frustration and fury in
her eyes. And the pain.
    Jett let his own jacket fall
to the ground, and cracked his knuckles. Pain was better than death.
He would hurt her, to save her life. Whatever illusions she had
about him, about them, he would shatter them tonight.
    He waited for her to attack,
but she stood her ground, baring her fangs in a slow smile. “Make
your move, Jett. Don't keep me waiting,” she teased.
    Jett couldn't hide his
grimace. He bent his head for a moment. Looking up, he met her
eyes, and struck his first blow.
    She parried his blow
skilfully, standing her ground.
    Jett's strikes were swift and
sharp, but Bryn was good. She dodged all his blows, and managed to
score a few hits. His jaw was smarting from her punches, and he
licked away the blood from his broken lip. Bryn was a good fighter.
She was fast, for a young vampire, and she was quick to take
advantage of any hesitation on his part. She was going all out, not
holding back. She was hell bent on winning this fight. She wanted
to win...him.
    Jett stared at her flushed
face, at the tendrils of dark hair that had come loose from her long
braid. She was so pretty. He'd thought so the first time he laid
eyes on her. She was a trainee Enforcer, and he was her trainer.
She learned quickly, and was courageous and decisive in field
situations. He had been impressed, more than impressed. In fact, he
knew he was done for the moment he saw her.
    He was doomed. But he'd lived
on a razor's edge all his life. Darkness and danger was his
lifeblood. He had too many enemies. They didn't just go after him.
He had gotten friends and girlfriends killed before.
    Bryn was a young vampire,
vulnerable and innocent. He couldn't love her.
    You already do.
    Jett snarled at the painful,
undeniable truth. He grabbed Bryn and slammed her against the