THE WITCH AND THE VAMPIRE
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She tore her mouth from his, choking back a sob. “I’ve been wrong, Marcus. I’ve been so wrong. I do love you—with all my heart. And I want us to be together—forever.”
She felt lightheaded as the words left her mouth.
He kissed her so hard, driving her head against the bed with such force that she thought her neck would snap. He wound his arms tightly around her body and shoved his hard erection inside her.
She gasped and clutched his buttocks, digging her nails into the firm flesh. She arched her back and opened herself up as he began to thrust. He bowed his head and kissed her mouth, gently but with a possessiveness that went straight to her heart. A tear squeezed out the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek.
He thrust into her, driving home the promise of love everlasting. As she neared climax, she arched her throat, offering herself to him.
“Are you sure, Ronna? Are you sure you want me to take your blood?”
“I’m sure, Marcus. Make me like you. Make me immortal.”
He licked her throat, tasting her velvet flesh. “I will stay with you always, my love. I will never leave you. You will always be my woman. I promise you my undying devotion.”
“Bite me already, Marcus!”
He chuckled and lowered his head to her throat.
His fangs raked along her vein, then sank in, drawing forth the red flow. He drank.
Ronna drew in a quick breath at the initial bite, the sting she had experienced only twice before only moments before she began to climax. She yelled her delight and dug her nails into his buttocks as he thrust deeply into her cavity. The orgasm came full bloom as the exquisite hurt of Marcus' bite sent her over the edge.
* * * *
She was aware that there were others in the bedchamber without opening her eyes. She felt tired and weak, strained like never before. She labored to open her eyes, a million questions coming to her mind. The last she remembered she had given in to Marcus and let him bite her.
Her eyes jerked open suddenly.
“Son-of-a-bitch!”
“Such a mouth you have, my sweet.”
She saw Marcus standing by the bed. Her eyes were bleary. Her head ached. Her body felt as though it had been run over by a truck.
“What happened?”
He sat on the side of the bed. He pushed a pillow beneath her head, raising her up a bit. He drew a sharp nail across his wrist, bringing forth blood. He pressed his wrist against her lips. “Drink, Ronna.”
She gazed upward at Marcus as her mouth settled greedily over his vein. She drank, feeling the blood gush into her body and her strength gradually return. She closed her eyes and savored the barrage of new feelings racing through her insides. It felt so right—to drink blood.
“What happened?”
“You died.”
His words brought her upright in the bed, her eyes wide open. “You mean I’m a vampire now?”
“Full fledged.”
“Oh shit!”
Movement at the end of the room grabbed her attention. She blinked bleary eyes at Jarharis and Duella and Chandler. Suddenly she realized she was naked and hurried to pull a blanket over her breasts.
“Why are they here?”
The vampires rose from their seats and came to the bed. They stood at the foot looking at Ronna.
“We’re ready to go with you to the future—now that you are one of us.” Jarharis smiled at her, his eyes washing over her bare arms and shoulders. “You drank from each of us so I suppose that makes us kin.”
She jerked her gaze to Marcus.
Is that his way of saying that I married the whole family?
We are all one family now, my sweet. We will protect each other and console each other—
And fuck each other!
He shook his head. The only one who will fuck you will be me.
So we aren’t going to share everything? She smiled slightly, giving Marcus a wink. For an instant she recalled the hard cock Chandler forced against her crotch after she awakened him.
“How do you feel?”
“Much better.” She stretched her arms above her head, feeling her body renewed in a way she had never experienced. “Will I have to sleep during the day—like you and your brothers?”
Marcus shrugged his shoulders. “That will be for you to find out. You have witch’s powers and now you are a vampire with vampire powers. I can only guess at your abilities.”
This might not be so bad.
She waved one hand and the vampires turned their backs. She quickly rose from the bed and dressed. A series of thoughts zinged through her mind. She was anxious to try out her new powers—just as soon as she got back to the twenty-first century. And, now that she was one of the Morganford vampires, she supposed she had to take the brothers ahead to her time.
She clutched the amulet around her neck and gathered the brothers around her. “I want each of you to promise me that you will stay out of trouble.”
Jarharis grinned and nodded.
Ronna glimpsed the mischievous look in his dark eyes. Like hell he would stay out of trouble. There wouldn’t be a woman safe in all of Brooklyn when that handsome devil arrived.
Duella bowed to her and nodded his head.
She studied him for a second. He was the most serious of the lot. Or at least he hadn’t tried to seduce her yet. But he was a hunk like his brothers. No telling what he would do when he arrived in Brooklyn.
Chandler stared at her, a grin spanning his face.
“You remind me of the Cheshire cat.”
“Who?”
“Never mind. I can tell by the way you grin at me that you are going to be the troublemaker.” She shook her head and smiled. “Marcus, it will be up to you to keep them in line.”
“I’ll do my best, my love.”
She didn’t really know how to go about getting them all ahead in time at once, but she supposed that if they all held hands…
The room spun, a rainbow of colors passed before her eyes, the noise of thunder pierced her ears. She felt the pull of the universe as it opened and drew them into its swirling vortex…
THE END
About the Author
I began writing freelance almost twenty years ago and eventually my short stories became longer. The characters seemed to take over and draw their stories out. I first submitted a novella length story to Extasy Books in 2003 and it was accepted. That was Captive Heart, the historical romance now on the site. I have eight titles with Extasy Books. New ideas come to mind every day and some of them find their way on the computer screen. When I’m not writing, I enjoy traveling with my husband Dave.