Taming the Vampire: A Paranormal Romance Novella
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This was a poem they were speaking, brutal and blinding. It had no words. Only their bodies could etch it into the air, into each other.
God, she loved him like this.
That one thought was her undoing. As she heard the words echo in her mind, she knew the truth. She was in love with Jack. And the enormity of that realization made her falter for a second—less than a second. Less than a second, but it was enough. With a blazing light in his eyes Jack threw her to the ground and landed on top of her, trapping her body with his.
“You’re mine,” he growled, more beast than man. She knew the demon was in control right now, and she didn’t know what was coming. He might bite her, savage her, rip her open. But it didn’t matter. She was his, and with a long, shuddering breath, she let the knowledge come into her mind, her body, her heart.
The fight was over.
“You’re mine,” he said again, and Liz’s mouth was so dry she could hardly speak.
“Yes,” she whispered, knowing he could feel the yielding in her body, the yielding in every part of her. Instinctively she turned her head to the side, exposing her throat and the marks the other vampire had made.
Jack growled deep in his chest, and as much as she wanted this her heart was hammering with fear. She closed her eyes tight.
Then she felt him at her throat.
She expected it to hurt. The other vampire’s bite had hurt horribly. But Jack entered her like a slice of moonlight, with barely a sting...as if he were coming home.
“Ohhhhh....” she breathed, her eyes snapping open. Every nerve ending, every cell in her body was focused on his cool fangs sliding into her. Her muscles were taut, trembling, waiting for something, waiting...
Then he fastened his mouth on her neck and took a slow pull of her blood. She gasped as exquisite sensation shot through her, more voluptuous than orgasm, making her jerk and spasm beneath him.
Then his fangs were gone and he was licking her throat. His tongue moved gently over her skin, and every time he touched his marks Liz felt a jolt between her legs.
She was still vibrating with pleasure when she felt Jack go still, his face buried against her shoulder. After a minute he pulled back, his features human again, his blue eyes searching hers anxiously.
What he saw there must have reassured him. His expression changed, and he looked at her with so much awe that she shivered.
“Liz,” he said, and in all her life she’d never heard her name spoken like that.
He pulled away suddenly, levering himself to his feet. He reached for her hand and jerked her upright. Before she could find her footing he hoisted her into the air and settled her against him, striding forward with her legs wrapped around his waist.
After only a few paces she felt the warehouse wall at her back. She was trapped between two hard things, stone and Jack. He kissed her thoroughly, biting down on her bottom lip while his cock ground against her through two layers of clothing.
And then he pulled away, letting her slide slowly down his body until she was standing on her own feet again.
Every inch of her was flushed with warmth. She leaned back against the wall and looked at him, wanting him so much she thought she might be drooling.
Please don’t let me be drooling.
Then he ran the tips of his fingers over the mark on her throat.
Electricity shot through her, leaving her shaking.
“Jack,” she gasped. “Does that...will that happen every time?”
His blue eyes were tinged with yellow. “Yes,” he said, doing it again. “Every time I touch you there, you’ll remember who you belong to.”
For the first time, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.
“Does that mean...shit. What exactly does that mean?”
He grinned at her, stroking her hair with one hand. “You want to know if you’re my bitch now, don’t you? No, Liz. Most definitely not. Or at least, if you’re my bitch, I’m yours, too.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m not saying this won’t be complicated. For one thing, your kind and mine don’t usually claim each other. So, yes, it’ll be complicated...but I’m willing to figure it out if you are.”
He brought his mouth close to her ear. “How about a deal? We’ll take turns being in charge. I’ll follow your orders in battle if you’ll follow mine in the bedroom. Is that something you think you could live with?”
Liz closed her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered back. “I think I could live with that.”
About the Author
Chloe Hart spends a lot of time lying awake at night, thinking about vampires, demon hunters, and creatures that lurk in the darkness. During the day she writes about them. You can email her at authorChloeHart@gmail.com.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
About the Author