Vampire Mate: BBW Paranormal Romance by Natalie Kristen

neck
and shoulders were bare. Glenn let his eyes drag down every inch of
her delectable body. He could smell her blood, her feminine heat,
her unique scent.
    Glenn scrubbed a hand down his
face. He had been fooling himself, telling himself that he could
resist her, that he wouldn't take her. He was already hard, every
inch of him straining and aching to have her.
    This strange sense of
anticipation and hope was new to Glenn. He had taken demonesses to
his bed before. The demonesses he had bedded had all come to him of
their own free will and want. They hadn't been ordered by their
demon lord and Maker to appear outside his bedroom in a fuck me dress
and looking so lost and vulnerable. He had taken those laughing,
lusty demonesses to bed with no expectation and no pressure. He had
known, even before tasting a droplet of their blood, that they were
not his mate. The attraction was purely sexual, nothing more. Just
a night of mindless, meaningless sex for all involved.
    But Charlene...was different.
    She was a demoness, yes, and
he saw her before as a human, and was already attracted to her then.
But his attraction to females had always been fleeting and shallow.
The feelings never lingered, grew and burrowed into him, eating away
at his heart and soul.
    And he had always steered
clear of blood demonesses.
    There was just no pleasure to
be had with a blood demoness.
    Vampire bites were intensely
pleasurable, but the bite of a blood demon was excruciating and
bloody. Like vampires, blood demons could only get their sustenance
from licensed blood bars. No biting was allowed, except during sex.
And blood demons made sure they got the most out of this legal
exception.
    Blood demons gave all blood
suckers a bad name.
    Glenn held himself still as
Charlene took another tentative step towards him. She moved slowly,
but not deliberately like a predator would. She swallowed
repeatedly, and kept glancing down. Her eyes were red and puffy,
like she had been crying.
    “ If you don't want me
here, I...I'll leave,” she stammered. There was no bitterness
in her eyes, just a wariness and weariness which made him want to
grab her into his arms and hold her and protect her.
    She swiped at her eyes and
turned away. “I'm sorry, I think I should just...”
    “ I want you. I...want
you to stay.”
    She looked up in surprise, and
he saw a small smile of gratitude cross her lovely, sad features.
She had indeed been ordered to come to him by Sideous Kron. If he
drove her away, she would be punished by Kron.
    But that wasn't the only
reason why he wanted her to stay. It wasn't just to spare her the
demon lord's punishment. It was to spare himself as well. Spare
himself the punishment and agony of being apart from her.
    She blinked up at him, swaying
slightly on her feet. “Glenn,” she whispered.
    He caught her just as she
crumpled. He scooped her up in his arms and stared into her pale,
bloodless face. Her body felt cold and weak, and she shivered as he
misted her inside, into his bedroom.
    “ Charlene,” he
said, his voice harsh. “When did you last feed?”
    She struggled feebly as he lay
her on his bed and dragged the covers up over her shaking body. He
put his fingers against her neck and felt her weakening pulse as her
eyelids fluttered shut.
    “ You haven't had any
blood,” he said. “You were sent here for supper, weren't
you? You're to take my blood.”
    At this, she gasped and glared
at him. “No!”
    Her outrage seemed to send a
temporary surge of strength through her. She pushed herself up and
snapped, “No, you pompous, presumptuous man! You are not my
supper. I am yours!”
    Her arms shook with her strain
and rage, and she collapsed back onto the pillows.
    Glenn gaped at her. Even
blood starved and half conscious, she'd had enough fire and gumption
in her to give him a dressing down.
    And what did she mean by those
last three words?
    I am yours!
    He listened to the echo of her
words in his mind, savoring them. If only she