The Faerie Master (Aaron's Kiss Series) by Kathi S. Barton Read Free Book Online Page B

it fell on top of her and crushed her.
    When she pulled into the big drive at the house she sat on the bike for a little while. There was no way she could work. There wasn’t any way she would be able to deal with Mrs. MacManus either. Leaving her things on the bike, she went to the door to knock. When Mrs. MacManus opened it, before she had the chance, Cade nearly tumbled in the house on top of her.
    “You’re sick. Come in before you pass out. Did you spend the night in that cave again? Aaron! Shawn! Someone come help me. Cade, can you hear me?”
    “If you’d shut up and give me a chance to answer any of your questions, I’d tell you. And how did you know about...the man? Never mind. I’ve come to tell you I’m too sick to work today. Dock me, I don’t care. I’m going back to bed.”
    Before she could turn and get back on her bike she was scooped up in someone’s arms. She squealed when she was suddenly in the same bedroom from last night. The man holding her looked no less pleased to be holding her than she felt.
    “Put me down. Are you nuts? Well that was a stupid question, wasn’t it? If you don’t put me down this instant I’m going to call the police.” Then she was suddenly airborne and landing with a bounce on the bed again. Before she could move off of it he had her pinned there with her hands over her head and his body over her.
    “Hush. You do go on, don’t you? Now, I’m going to get up and you’re going to stay here. If you don’t, I’m going to tie you here. Do I make myself clear?
    “You’d better hope you can tie me faster than I can move because when I get up I’m going to bash your head in. Why does everyone in this house treat me as if I’m five? I wasn’t staying. I’m going back to bed as soon as I leave here. Now, get off me, you big oaf.”
    She tried to throw him off with her legs and he pressed her into the bed. She stilled when she felt his erection pressing against her hip. She turned her head away from him and started crying. She didn’t have the energy to fight him and she didn’t feel good. He started talking to her softly.
    “I know that you’ve had a lot thrown at you. I’m sorry for that. I’m not sorry I found you or what you are to me. My name is Shawn Alan MacFarland. I was born in the early part of the third century. I’ve been friends with Aaron since the late twelfth century when we were pressed into service to fight. My memory was lost over two weeks ago when someone, and I don’t know who or why yet, led me out of a bar and ambushed me. Thomas Reilly, a doctor for our kind, opened the wound to my head late last night and cleaned it out. There was silver in it. He doesn’t know if it was put there on purpose or if it was an accident. I’ve been remembering bits and pieces since then, but big chunks of my life are gone right now. You, however, are very fresh in my mind.”
    She didn’t say anything to that. She wasn’t sure what she could say to a man who claimed he was sixteen hundred years old. There was no way that any of this could be real.
    “Are you going to let me go? I don’t want to be here and you can’t make me stay. I know I keep saying that, but you really can’t.” She hoped.
    “Sara said that you know very little about our kind. Do you know what it is to be bonded and mated to a vampire? Or what happens when you are bonded to one?”
    “No, and frankly I could give a good two shits. I want you to let me go, Mr. MacFarland. I’ve had about enough of this and you people.”
    “My name is Shawn, Cade. I’ve had my cock buried deep inside of you. We are well past the point of you calling me Mr. anything. To be bonded, a vampire must exchange blood with his mate. And to be mated, we would exchange blood during sex, while we’re climaxing. You would drink from me and me from you. Sometimes, if the mate has fangs she can bite back, but if not, a cut is made over the heart of the vampire and you would drink from there. I would