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

required trust, and he hadn’t earned hers. Not completely. Not yet.
    “I’m doing this .” He licked her cunt, sliding his tongue up and down.
    She made a feminine sound. A whimper. An aroused reaction.
    She was already wet, and with each juicy taste, her cream coated his tongue. Eager to push the boundaries of their affair, to make her hungry for more, he teased her ultra-sensitive, ultra-sweet clit, knotting it into a tight little pearl.
    That produced a deep-throated moan.
    She wriggled her bottom, trying, it appeared, to straddle his face. But she couldn’t get low enough nor was Nicholas going to help. Keeping her aching and desperate was far more exciting. He continued his taunting foray, pleasuring her in slow sensual intervals, then stopping without warning.
    “Please,” she said.
    He smiled to himself. “Please what?”
    “Keep going.”
    “Why should I?” He enjoyed hearing her beg.
    “Because it feels good.”
    “Why else?”
    “Because I want to come.”
    He longed to come, too, deep inside, but it was too soon. He wasn’t finished with the foreplay. Nonetheless, his cock misbehaved, hardening with intensity. To ease the pressure he unzipped his pants.
    “What was that noise?” she asked.
    “My zipper. I undid my pants and now my cock is jutting out.”
    “I want to see it.”
    “Nice try. But I’m not removing your blindfold until I’m good and ready.”
    “Are you going to make me come?”
    “I will if you beg some more.”
    “I need it, Nicholas. Please , I need to come.”
    “When Simone and I do this, I don’t permit her to use my name. I make her call me master.”
    “I’ll call you master if you want me to.”
    “I’d rather we use something unique. Something just between us.”
    “Tell me what to say and I’ll say it.”
    “Do you speak Cherokee?”
    “Darrin taught me some common words.”
    “Do you know how to say husband?”
    She flinched. “Yes, but—”
    He exercised his power. “We can end this right here and now.”
    “End it?” Her voice jumped. “No.”
    “Then say what I want you to say.
    She fought him. “I can’t.”
    “Yes, you can,” he demanded. “A husband is just another word for master.”
    “Not in this day and age.”
    Details. Details. “Humor me and pretend that it is.”
    She rattled her cuffs, making the metal hearts clank hopelessly against the bedposts. Nicholas thought it was wonderfully symbolic.
    “ Asgayaaninela ,” she said.
    “That’s husband?”
    “Yes.”
    “Say it again.”
    She repeated it.
    “Now imagine that we’re married and that you love me as you’ve loved no other.” That was the strongest subliminal message he could think of.
    “Please, I don’t want to play this game.”
    “Just do it.”
    Silence slammed between them.
    He had no way of knowing if she was following his mental orders, but he rewarded her as if she was. He ate her pussy from slit to clit and back again. The most intimate form of kissing in the most private of places. It made is cock throb, his balls tighten.
    Her breathing escaped in choppy pants. But Nicholas didn’t miss a beat. He maintained a sleek and sexy rhythm, pushing her to the brink of frenzy. He knew she was close to coming.
    Very, very close.
    He went for the emotional kill. “Do you know how to say, ‘I love you’ in Cherokee?”
    “Don’t make me do that.”
    He withdrew his tongue. Oral sex was a highly effective weapon, and he was damned good at it. “I’m your master, your make-believe husband, and if you don’t tell me that you love me, I’m going to leave you here all night, chained-up and unfulfilled.”
    “ Gvgeyuhi ,” she sputtered.
    Nicholas smiled. He didn’t know Cherokee from Chinese, but he didn’t doubt that she’d just told him that she loved him. Warily, but she’d still said it.
    He put his mouth back where it belonged and gave her the orgasm she’d been craving, making her shake and shudder and come all over him. But that wasn’t