The Vampire's Release, A Paranormal Romance (Undead in Brown County #4) by S.J. Wright Page A
Authors: S.J. Wright
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field in the spring.
I moved up the stairs like a ghost, feeling earthy and brazen. Michael was standing by the window, his eyes trained on the doorway. I could barely look away from his face, but there was so much more to him than that strong sloping jaw and those glittering silver eyes. He wore a white V-neck t-shirt that exposed the gorgeous muscles in his biceps. The curve s of them beguiled me. The lines of his collarbones spread out like the wings of an eagle, giving a solid base to a set of arms that had the power to crush a block of concrete.
The bed looked as if it had been slept in already. When I moved to straighten the sheets and blanket, he shot f orward and took my wrist . His hand felt strangely hot against me. It made me want to devour him.
“No. The bed doesn’t matter.”
He stroked the point at my wrist where my pulse was easy to see. The motion seemed to coincide with the rather insistent throbbing going on in other parts of my body. My throat was alternately aching and tingling, and I wondered briefly if I might be a little ill. There was a speck of denial still left inside me, burned at the edges and sour with previous regrets.
The way his fingertips held my face was the gentlest touch I’d ever recei ved in my life. His thick eyebrows dipped in a gesture that seemed steeped in humility. I knew then that he truly saw me as beautiful and worthy of whatever price he might have to pay to keep me. It was a sobering moment for me, but one that I c ould cling to for the rest of my days.
Neither would I forget the ways in which we made love . How many times? I hardly knew afterwards. Perhaps six times? Not including the times on the floor or in the bathro om. We ended up in the bathroom with me on the counter, my head thrown back and my knees gripping his naked hips.
The golden boards of the pine ceiling faded in and out of my vision. I felt Michael’s body come to a slow halt. I had already had several orgasms, which was unheard of for me. He had just finished his third. His palms slid up my back, through my hair and tilted my face towards him.
A lazy smile graced his mouth. “You’re phenomenally beautiful.”
I returned his smile. “And you wear me out.” I was completely exhausted and he seemed to know it. Without another word, he brought the comforter from the bed, wrapped me up in it and carried me downstairs. The smile never left his face. It filled me with warmth to see him so happy.
He laid me carefully on the sofa in front of the dying fire and tucked the comforter closer around me. I felt his lips move against my hair before sleep finally overcame me, and the words were like silk drifting around me, shimmering and bright , welcoming me into the world of dreams.
“I love you, Sarah Wood.”
CHAPTER 10 – Alex
“Get your fucking hands off me!”
The lack of fresh blood was beginning to get to Katie. Despite her mother’s suggestion, I didn’t like the idea of taking her to the island. I didn’t want to be that far away if things went bad for Sarah and she needed me. Michael may have returned to the farm, but I still felt responsible somehow.
The raven-haired female in my grip slipped away for an instant i n the woods, but catching her again wasn’t hard. She was a little slippery after falling into the mud a few times since we left the house.
“No, I will not take my hands off you. You need to understand that I will not be letting you out of my sight for a very long time. Unless I kill you soon, which I wouldn’t rule out at this point.”
S h e went quiet and stopped trying to dart away from me. I knew better than to assume it was my words of warning that put a stop to her protest, and as I became more aware of our surroundings I realized that we had passed beyond the containment border. Katie was as still as a doe, her head up and eyes locked on the dead trees before
I moved up the stairs like a ghost, feeling earthy and brazen. Michael was standing by the window, his eyes trained on the doorway. I could barely look away from his face, but there was so much more to him than that strong sloping jaw and those glittering silver eyes. He wore a white V-neck t-shirt that exposed the gorgeous muscles in his biceps. The curve s of them beguiled me. The lines of his collarbones spread out like the wings of an eagle, giving a solid base to a set of arms that had the power to crush a block of concrete.
The bed looked as if it had been slept in already. When I moved to straighten the sheets and blanket, he shot f orward and took my wrist . His hand felt strangely hot against me. It made me want to devour him.
“No. The bed doesn’t matter.”
He stroked the point at my wrist where my pulse was easy to see. The motion seemed to coincide with the rather insistent throbbing going on in other parts of my body. My throat was alternately aching and tingling, and I wondered briefly if I might be a little ill. There was a speck of denial still left inside me, burned at the edges and sour with previous regrets.
The way his fingertips held my face was the gentlest touch I’d ever recei ved in my life. His thick eyebrows dipped in a gesture that seemed steeped in humility. I knew then that he truly saw me as beautiful and worthy of whatever price he might have to pay to keep me. It was a sobering moment for me, but one that I c ould cling to for the rest of my days.
Neither would I forget the ways in which we made love . How many times? I hardly knew afterwards. Perhaps six times? Not including the times on the floor or in the bathro om. We ended up in the bathroom with me on the counter, my head thrown back and my knees gripping his naked hips.
The golden boards of the pine ceiling faded in and out of my vision. I felt Michael’s body come to a slow halt. I had already had several orgasms, which was unheard of for me. He had just finished his third. His palms slid up my back, through my hair and tilted my face towards him.
A lazy smile graced his mouth. “You’re phenomenally beautiful.”
I returned his smile. “And you wear me out.” I was completely exhausted and he seemed to know it. Without another word, he brought the comforter from the bed, wrapped me up in it and carried me downstairs. The smile never left his face. It filled me with warmth to see him so happy.
He laid me carefully on the sofa in front of the dying fire and tucked the comforter closer around me. I felt his lips move against my hair before sleep finally overcame me, and the words were like silk drifting around me, shimmering and bright , welcoming me into the world of dreams.
“I love you, Sarah Wood.”
CHAPTER 10 – Alex
“Get your fucking hands off me!”
The lack of fresh blood was beginning to get to Katie. Despite her mother’s suggestion, I didn’t like the idea of taking her to the island. I didn’t want to be that far away if things went bad for Sarah and she needed me. Michael may have returned to the farm, but I still felt responsible somehow.
The raven-haired female in my grip slipped away for an instant i n the woods, but catching her again wasn’t hard. She was a little slippery after falling into the mud a few times since we left the house.
“No, I will not take my hands off you. You need to understand that I will not be letting you out of my sight for a very long time. Unless I kill you soon, which I wouldn’t rule out at this point.”
S h e went quiet and stopped trying to dart away from me. I knew better than to assume it was my words of warning that put a stop to her protest, and as I became more aware of our surroundings I realized that we had passed beyond the containment border. Katie was as still as a doe, her head up and eyes locked on the dead trees before
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