The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) by Rosalind Scarlett Read Free Book Online Page B

every part of me and here he had taken nothing from me.
     “Already?” I questioned him, intensely disappointed.  “But
you have not even tasted me.” I sputtered hastily.  Then, realising how that must
have sounded, I quickly added, my face flushing, “I mean my blood …”
    “That is not why I came here, why I requested you, Gretchen. 
I do not typically make a habit of feeding from random humans.”
    So, he regards me as no more than a random human?
    “Oh, I see,” I replied, the disappointment stinging me
deeper. 
    My soaring heart plummeted.
    It seems he wants nothing from me when all I wanted was
to give him everything. 
    Noticing my injured reaction, a sympathetic smile touched upon
his lips.  “On second thought, what kind of gentleman would refuse such an
enticing offer?”  His smile transformed into one slightly more lascivious as he
moved closer.  “Close your eyes, Gretchen,” he whispered into my ear.
    I did, my pulse already quickening for him.  My heart leapt
with joy as I felt him move in closer to me, wrapping his arms about my body.  I
felt the prominence of his hand upon my face, gently tilting my head back.  His
hands were cool, but for once I did not care, for his mere presence had ignited
my insides!  I leaned my head back further to allow him unencumbered access to
me. 
    Scarcely a second after I perceived the smoothness of his
face against my neck, I felt his teeth pierce into me, causing me to sigh into
his ear.  Never before had being bitten by a Vampire instigated so much desire
in me.  All at once it seemed to flood my body, even as my blood simultaneously
flowed out of it.
    In that moment, I was elated to be serving him, that he was
taking my blood into him, that I was the one to nourish his need for
subsistence. 
    Somewhere during this— without my sanctioning of it— my lust
for him metamorphosed into something else.  It was as I presumed it must be
with a mother nursing her newborn babe.  I wanted to be the one to fulfill all
of his needs, wanted him to seek it out from me… only me. 
    In response to the feel of his strong arms around me, his
soft hair brushing my cheek, his full lips upon my neck, his teeth nursing from
my vein, my resulting pleasure swiftly began gathering within my core. 
    I did not even realise I had begun moaning so heavily.
    “Oh yes, my Lucius,” I crooned involuntarily as the heat of my
pleasure ascended in me.
    And then rather abruptly, he released me, pulling his mouth
from my neck.  So caught up in the experience was I, my head so light, that I
stumbled.
    “I must go,” he declared almost severely.
    At first, I could not decipher the meaning of his words.  My
head was in a fog, whether from the pleasure of what I had been experiencing or
from the lack of blood. 
    “No…” I whimpered, distressed at the thought of being
without him.  “Will I see you again?” I requested with a pout, immediately
hoping I had not come off as desperate.
    “Perhaps…” he said as he reached the door, roving his eyes
over me hungrily one last time as he opened it. 
    And with that Lucius turned away and went through the door,
shutting it behind him before I had the chance to say another word.
    Stunned, I dropped down upon the settee. 
    How could he just and leave me so abruptly like that?  I
mean, certainly lots of other Vampires have acted that way as soon as they have
been satisfied, but it did not matter to me.  I was always relieved to be rid
of them.  Besides, he had acted as though he did not even want that.  And I was
sure he was different… 
    Suddenly the urge to cry struck me, but I quickly pushed it
back. 
    No!  I am not that girl!  I do not weep over a man!
    Oh, but he is far beyond a mere man…
    If only things were more clear.  Instead, I feel even
more confused than I had before. 
    The ache within my body reminding me of its presence, I
resolved I would have to do something about it when I returned to the