The Vampire Bracelet: Erotic Paranormal Romance ( # 2: Blood Genies series) by Sheri Whitefeather Read Free Book Online

anyway.”
    “Your brother sounds like an amazing guy. He was my favorite when I was a kid.”
    “Your favorite what?”
    “Gen-vamp.”
    “Now who’s your favorite?”
    “You know it’s you.”
    “So what’s your decision? Are you going to let me restrain you?”
    Was she? The idea excited her. But it scared her, too.
    He skimmed his thumb along her cheek, giving her sexy goose bumps and prompting her to say, “If we become lovers, you have to promise that you won’t try to make me fall in love with you. I’m not the woman who’s going to make you mortal. I’m just a girl who needs to blow off some steam because her boyfriend cheated.”
    “Are you sure you don’t want to imagine what falling in love with me will feel like?”
    Marie smiled, but only half-heartedly. She knew better than to get attached. “I’m positive. It’s too soon for me get emotionally involved with anyone. And you’re not ready, either. In spite of how badly you want to be mortal, you can’t force yourself to find true love.”
    “At least I get the importance of being faithful.”
    “I’ll give you points for that.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “How stupid could I be? Convincing myself that what Keith and I had was genuine. I was blinded by how much I wanted a family. I still want kids someday, but I’m willing to wait for the right man. And if he never comes along, then I’ll accept that it isn’t in the cards for me.”
    “Quit with the defeatist attitude. You’ll find the right guy someday.”
    “Thank you. That was a nice thing to say.”
    He leaned forward, preparing to kiss her. Marie had no will to stop him. She wanted to taste his mouth, to feel his tongue dance with hers. Passion flared, and he nudged her onto the bed. They kissed like their lives depended on it.
    “Ready to be restrained?” he asked.
    “Yes.” Afraid as she was, she longed to try something new, to explore her sexuality. Just days ago, she’d called this type of activity depraved, but with Nicholas at the helm, nothing about it seemed depraved. Nor was it disgusting, as Keith had implied.
    “Then turn over and get on your hands and knees.”
    “Should I get undressed first?”
    “No. That will come later.”
    With her pulse jumping and her pussy clenching, she got into the doggie-style position.
    In the next instant, he transformed her room into an elegantly Gothic dungeon: heavy drapes on the windows, antique candelabras on the walls, decorative tapestries. The bed frame became a scrolled work of iron. But the boldest addition was a huge mirror—an ornate piece that looked as if had come straight out of a castle. He placed it on the wall directly in front of the bed.
    “So you can watch,” he said.
    Already Marie could see herself, there on her hands and knees, with her make-up from last night smeared around her eyes and her hair in sleep-crazy disarray. “I look a fright.”
    “You look beautiful,” he countered. “Wild and vulnerable.”
    “I’m scared.”
    “I won’t hurt you.”
    She gazed at his reflection. Obviously gen-vamps could be seen in mirrors. By now, he was standing beside the bed, dangling a pair of heart-shaped handcuffs. Was that what he’d meant by romantic?
    He came forward and cuffed her wrists to the iron posts on the bed frame. “Does that feel okay?”
    It felt completely foreign. Never in a million years had she imagined herself like this. But at least the cuffs were padded. “It’s fine.”
    “I can make them tighter.”
    “No. It’s fine.”
    “I think they should be tighter.” He ratcheted up the tension. “That’s better.”
    She rattled her bonds, just to hear them clank. She was ridiculously excited and insanely nervous. It was like losing her virginity all over again, only in a dangerously erotic way.
    He said, “Spread your knee stance. Make it wider.”
    She did as instructed, holding her breath, waiting.
    Nicholas waved his hand and made her nightgown disappear. But