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Gina slumbered beside him, her right leg and arm thrown over his body. He hardened, wishing with his very soul that he could wake next to her every day forever.
Time was running out. But how much did he have left? Thoughts of waking the sleeping vision next to him and making love to her one more time were too tempting to ignore. He fought the desire to ignore the clock on the bedside and just hold her, listen to her breathe until he died. But he had to know how much time they had left. He turned quickly and glanced at the blood-red numbers on the clock, then blinked.
No. That couldn’t be right. It read ten o’clock. He’d brought Gina upstairs last night after ten.
The clock hadn’t stopped, though.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Gina stirred, stretching and dropping her hand onto his lap. He cock sprang to life, hard and pulsing. “Deacon?” she whispered.
“Gina. Wake up and look at the clock.”
She blinked one eye open, then squinted. “It’s ten in the morning,” she said, then turned over and pulled the covers up to her neck.
Within seconds she threw the covers off and scrambled over Deacon to look at the clock, then back at him. Hope shined in her eyes. “Deacon, it’s ten o’clock. Ten o’clock in the morning!”
“Yes, I know. I don’t understand it, but it’s past dawn.”
She reached for him, her hand approaching tentatively as if she wasn’t sure she’d be touching a ghost or a man. When her palm made contact with his face, her eyes filled with tears. “You’re still alive.”
“It appears so. But I don’t understand how that can be.”
“Does it matter? It simply is, Deacon. You still live. Whatever ritual or custom you needed to perform was done. Or maybe it no longer matters.”
It wasn’t supposed to work that way. The vampire’s curse went back centuries. So did the required rituals. This change in custom didn’t make any sense.
It had something to do with Gina. He loved her, that much he was certain of. Did drinking her innocence but sacrificing himself for her change the direction of the curse? Would he no longer have to kill innocents to keep himself alive?
He scrubbed his hand over his face, his mind awash in the possibilities.
One thing was certain. He had to get Gina out of his life, before he destroyed her. “Gina, you have to leave.”
She frowned and sat back on her heels. He tried to ignore how desirable she looked sitting there naked on his bed. Her disheveled hair covered her full breasts, her wide violet eyes still smudged from heavy sleep. He wanted her. Now. Always.
“Leave? I don’t understand. Why?”
“Because I’ve already hurt you more than I ever wanted to. I couldn’t bear to do it again.”
She smiled and his heart opened wide. “Oh, Deacon, you didn’t hurt me. Actually, it was quite stimulating. I’m wondering if we can do that again sometime.”
Amazing. He’d nearly killed her, and yet she was prime for another go round. “No. I won’t have you live your life with a vampire.”
She studied him with her head cocked to the side, then grinned. “Then make me a vampire like you.”
“Are you insane? I will not.”
“Why not?” She reached out and traced her finger over his hard-on. His breath hitched and he vowed to ignore his body’s urges.
“It’s preposterous. You wouldn’t like being a vampire.”
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, squeezing gently as she stroked the length of him. “I’m a night person anyway.”
Deacon fought for control. “No, Gina.”
She caressed him, slowly, seductively, her other hand cradling his balls and gently petting them. “My thirtieth birthday is in two weeks. I could be twenty-nine forever.”
“Absolutely not.”
Shifting position, she laid on her belly, her sexy little mouth inches from his throbbing shaft. “You sucked on me last night. I haven’t had my turn yet.”
This wasn’t fair. Even vampires thought with their dicks, not their brains. “Gina, I’m warning you.”
“Uh-huh. Keep talking, Deacon. And while you’re busy telling me how you’re not going to make me a vampire, I’ll be busy convincing you of all the reasons you never want to be apart from me again.”
He let out a groan when her lips covered him. Her delectable mouth was made for sin.
This was madness. Make her a vampire? But as he watched her suck down his shaft like a woman starving, he knew he’d never be able to let her go.
“If I turn you, you become my mate. Mine and only mine for all eternity.”
She released his cock long enough to smile up at him. “Yes, that would be quite a hardship, but I think I can endure it.”
He pulled her up and into his lap, his cock entering her wet pussy with one thrust. She whimpered, rocking against him until his fingers dug into her hips.
Tilting her head and brushing her hair aside, she gave him access to her throat.
“Are you sure, Gina?” he asked, barely able to concentrate on anything but the feel of her tight pussy squeezing his shaft.
“Yes, my love. Make me yours forever.”
He thrust hard and deep inside her, then unsheathed his fangs, the primal urge taking over and the lust for her blood too enticing to resist.
She’d be his, for eternity. How he was lucky enough to be gifted with the love of this woman was something he didn’t understand, and wouldn’t question.
She was his redemption, and now a part of his heart for all time. He sank his teeth into her neck and made her his forever angel.
Gina smiled as Deacon pierced her throat, already feeling the pulsing strains of her orgasm enveloping her. She rode out her climax crying tears of joy. He continued to thrust inside her while he slit open a vein in his wrist, offering her the drink that would make her immortal.
The taste of blood wasn’t unpleasant at all, especially considering her concentration remained on the feel of Deacon’s shaft driving deep and hard. She made the transition from human to vampire while shrieking her pleasure and murmuring her love for Deacon.
Twenty-nine forever and in the arms of the man she loved was the best birthday present she could ever hope for.
About the author:
Jaci Burton has been a dreamer and lover of romance her entire life. Consumed with stories of passion, love and happily ever afters, she finally pulled her fantasy characters out of her head and put them on paper. Writing allows her to showcase the rainbow of emotions that result from falling in love.
Jaci lives in Oklahoma with her husband (her fiercest writing critic and sexy inspiration), stepdaughter and three wild and crazy dogs. Her sons are grown and live on opposite coasts and don’t bother her nearly as often as she’d like them to. When she isn’t writing stories of passion and romance, she can usually be found at the gym, reading a great book, or working on her computer, trying to figure out how she can pull more than twenty-four hours out of a single day.
Jaci welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Ave., Akron, Ohio 44310-3502.
Also by Jaci Burton:
A Storm For All Seasons 1: Summer Heat
Chains of Love: Bound to Trust
Devlin Dynasty: Fall Fury
Devlin Dynasty: Running Mate
Kismet 1: Winterland Destiny
Kismet 2: Fiery Fate
League of 7 Seas: Dolphin’s Playground
Lycan’s Surrender
Mesmerized
Passion In Paradise 1: Paradise Awakening
Passion In Paradise 2: Paradise Revival
Passion In Paradise 3: Paradise Discovery
Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you breathless.
www.ellorascave.com
Jaci Burton, BiteMe
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Time was running out. But how much did he have left? Thoughts of waking the sleeping vision next to him and making love to her one more time were too tempting to ignore. He fought the desire to ignore the clock on the bedside and just hold her, listen to her breathe until he died. But he had to know how much time they had left. He turned quickly and glanced at the blood-red numbers on the clock, then blinked.
No. That couldn’t be right. It read ten o’clock. He’d brought Gina upstairs last night after ten.
The clock hadn’t stopped, though.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Gina stirred, stretching and dropping her hand onto his lap. He cock sprang to life, hard and pulsing. “Deacon?” she whispered.
“Gina. Wake up and look at the clock.”
She blinked one eye open, then squinted. “It’s ten in the morning,” she said, then turned over and pulled the covers up to her neck.
Within seconds she threw the covers off and scrambled over Deacon to look at the clock, then back at him. Hope shined in her eyes. “Deacon, it’s ten o’clock. Ten o’clock in the morning!”
“Yes, I know. I don’t understand it, but it’s past dawn.”
She reached for him, her hand approaching tentatively as if she wasn’t sure she’d be touching a ghost or a man. When her palm made contact with his face, her eyes filled with tears. “You’re still alive.”
“It appears so. But I don’t understand how that can be.”
“Does it matter? It simply is, Deacon. You still live. Whatever ritual or custom you needed to perform was done. Or maybe it no longer matters.”
It wasn’t supposed to work that way. The vampire’s curse went back centuries. So did the required rituals. This change in custom didn’t make any sense.
It had something to do with Gina. He loved her, that much he was certain of. Did drinking her innocence but sacrificing himself for her change the direction of the curse? Would he no longer have to kill innocents to keep himself alive?
He scrubbed his hand over his face, his mind awash in the possibilities.
One thing was certain. He had to get Gina out of his life, before he destroyed her. “Gina, you have to leave.”
She frowned and sat back on her heels. He tried to ignore how desirable she looked sitting there naked on his bed. Her disheveled hair covered her full breasts, her wide violet eyes still smudged from heavy sleep. He wanted her. Now. Always.
“Leave? I don’t understand. Why?”
“Because I’ve already hurt you more than I ever wanted to. I couldn’t bear to do it again.”
She smiled and his heart opened wide. “Oh, Deacon, you didn’t hurt me. Actually, it was quite stimulating. I’m wondering if we can do that again sometime.”
Amazing. He’d nearly killed her, and yet she was prime for another go round. “No. I won’t have you live your life with a vampire.”
She studied him with her head cocked to the side, then grinned. “Then make me a vampire like you.”
“Are you insane? I will not.”
“Why not?” She reached out and traced her finger over his hard-on. His breath hitched and he vowed to ignore his body’s urges.
“It’s preposterous. You wouldn’t like being a vampire.”
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, squeezing gently as she stroked the length of him. “I’m a night person anyway.”
Deacon fought for control. “No, Gina.”
She caressed him, slowly, seductively, her other hand cradling his balls and gently petting them. “My thirtieth birthday is in two weeks. I could be twenty-nine forever.”
“Absolutely not.”
Shifting position, she laid on her belly, her sexy little mouth inches from his throbbing shaft. “You sucked on me last night. I haven’t had my turn yet.”
This wasn’t fair. Even vampires thought with their dicks, not their brains. “Gina, I’m warning you.”
“Uh-huh. Keep talking, Deacon. And while you’re busy telling me how you’re not going to make me a vampire, I’ll be busy convincing you of all the reasons you never want to be apart from me again.”
He let out a groan when her lips covered him. Her delectable mouth was made for sin.
This was madness. Make her a vampire? But as he watched her suck down his shaft like a woman starving, he knew he’d never be able to let her go.
“If I turn you, you become my mate. Mine and only mine for all eternity.”
She released his cock long enough to smile up at him. “Yes, that would be quite a hardship, but I think I can endure it.”
He pulled her up and into his lap, his cock entering her wet pussy with one thrust. She whimpered, rocking against him until his fingers dug into her hips.
Tilting her head and brushing her hair aside, she gave him access to her throat.
“Are you sure, Gina?” he asked, barely able to concentrate on anything but the feel of her tight pussy squeezing his shaft.
“Yes, my love. Make me yours forever.”
He thrust hard and deep inside her, then unsheathed his fangs, the primal urge taking over and the lust for her blood too enticing to resist.
She’d be his, for eternity. How he was lucky enough to be gifted with the love of this woman was something he didn’t understand, and wouldn’t question.
She was his redemption, and now a part of his heart for all time. He sank his teeth into her neck and made her his forever angel.
Gina smiled as Deacon pierced her throat, already feeling the pulsing strains of her orgasm enveloping her. She rode out her climax crying tears of joy. He continued to thrust inside her while he slit open a vein in his wrist, offering her the drink that would make her immortal.
The taste of blood wasn’t unpleasant at all, especially considering her concentration remained on the feel of Deacon’s shaft driving deep and hard. She made the transition from human to vampire while shrieking her pleasure and murmuring her love for Deacon.
Twenty-nine forever and in the arms of the man she loved was the best birthday present she could ever hope for.
About the author:
Jaci Burton has been a dreamer and lover of romance her entire life. Consumed with stories of passion, love and happily ever afters, she finally pulled her fantasy characters out of her head and put them on paper. Writing allows her to showcase the rainbow of emotions that result from falling in love.
Jaci lives in Oklahoma with her husband (her fiercest writing critic and sexy inspiration), stepdaughter and three wild and crazy dogs. Her sons are grown and live on opposite coasts and don’t bother her nearly as often as she’d like them to. When she isn’t writing stories of passion and romance, she can usually be found at the gym, reading a great book, or working on her computer, trying to figure out how she can pull more than twenty-four hours out of a single day.
Jaci welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Ave., Akron, Ohio 44310-3502.
Also by Jaci Burton:
A Storm For All Seasons 1: Summer Heat
Chains of Love: Bound to Trust
Devlin Dynasty: Fall Fury
Devlin Dynasty: Running Mate
Kismet 1: Winterland Destiny
Kismet 2: Fiery Fate
League of 7 Seas: Dolphin’s Playground
Lycan’s Surrender
Mesmerized
Passion In Paradise 1: Paradise Awakening
Passion In Paradise 2: Paradise Revival
Passion In Paradise 3: Paradise Discovery
Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you breathless.
www.ellorascave.com
Jaci Burton, BiteMe
