Netherworld II: Blood Potion No. 9 by Tracy St.John Read Free Book Online Page B

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vampire who’s drinking from a vein is mindblowing stuff. I wouldn’t
know. When I was alive, I avoided vampires like the plague. There
are too many people lying in their graves because a vampire lost
control and drained them.
    I managed to suffer that fate myself
despite my bigotry. Ironic, huh?
    The fact that Tristan has sex with his
groupies is not something I like to think about much. Blood from a
live donor arouses vampires to where they simply must have
intimacies. Maybe because it’s still warm and there’s a pulse
attached to it. Those who rely on the pouched and bottled stuff
don’t go sex crazed when they drink it.
    I didn’t want to think about vampires
and their feeding habits. It was definitely cooling me off to the
point I’d stopped writhing all over the decadently comfortable bed.
I got back to the business at hand.
    “Dragons live only in Europe and Asia,”
I thought out loud.
    Tristan nodded. He rubbed my thigh with
an absentminded calloused hand. The touch made me think of other
places that hand would be welcome to rub. But Mr. Politician was
still in professional mode. “It must be coming from Europe if it’s
coming in through the eastern seaboard. I’ll make some calls
tonight and get the clutches over there to start searching for the
manufacturing plant the tainted blood might be coming
from.”
    I slid across the bed to snuggle
against him. “So it’s out of your hands. That’s going to drive my
control-happy county commissioner crazy.”
    I kissed him to show how willing I was
to comfort him. He rolled over on his side so our fronts met up
close and personal. I was all liquid warmth down below to feel his
strong, solid body against mine.
    Tristan grinned at me when the smooch
ended, making my heart leap. The man was too devastatingly handsome
for color TV. “Thanks, Brandilynn. You know how to make it all
better.”
    “Yeah? I have a few other ideas to take
your mind off your troubles.”
    “Speaking of ideas, I thought maybe
you’d keep hanging around the Beasts a bit longer. Maybe you can
help pinpoint the source of where that tainted blood is coming
in.”
    Jeez, he was still working that angle.
I must be losing my touch. But I saw how I might be able to get him
to my point of view.
    I drew away and pretended to consider.
“Hmm. I might need some convincing. I don’t particularly care for
that bunch.”
    Tristan rolled over so that he was half
lying on me. His clothes disappeared, and a nice, long, hard heat
against my thigh let me know he’d come around to my way of
thinking.
    His voice a seductive purr, he said, “I
can make it worth your while.”

    Now we were talking. To make sure I got
his point, he kissed me very thoroughly, his hands roaming all
over. Tristan fondled me like he owned me, and I slipped entirely
into a sub state of mind, my body leaving my possession and
becoming his to do with as he pleased. In contrast to him caressing
me like it was his divine right, my hands skated over his chest and
arms tentatively, asking permission to worship his
perfection.
    Tristan’s tongue probed my mouth,
claiming all he tasted as his. The blatant exploration left me
breathless and wet. His hands squeezed my breasts as if testing for
ripeness, slid firmly down my ribcage to cup my hips. One hand
roamed to my mound, his long fingers checking for wetness in the
crevice. He found a deluge there, and he took a moment to spread
the moisture over my clit. I jerked in response as a spark lit from
his fingers to enflame my pussy. Then his hands moved back up my
body to pinch my nipples hard, sending another lightning zing
through my nether regions.
    He broke from the kiss and swallowed my
gaze with his. My voice very breathy, I said, “Good argument, Sir.
I’m definitely coming around to your point of view.”
    Tristan’s face lit with delight. “Then
let me make a few more points while I have your
attention.”
    Oh boy. This was so my kind of
debate.
    Tristan’s tie was