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“No.” My voice was level and firm, brokering no argument. Then I softened, my fingers stroking her spine. “You’re too young. You have no idea what you’d be giving up. I can’t.”
“I don’t care! I want to give it all up. I want to forget, I can’t take it anymore. I see their face’s, Lucian. David and my parents. Will I see them in my dreams every night if you turn me? Will I hear them calling-”
“You’ll never forget. They’ll never leave you, they’ll become an eternal part of you. You’ll carry them with you, through the ages till the end of time.” My next words were like stones in my heart. “But the pain will go.”
She nodded. “Then do it. Take my pain away. Anything is better than this… I can’t… I won’t…Please!”
“You’ll be my thrall.” I declared. “My servant. Bound to my will and do my bidding till the end of days. Is this what you want?”
“Yes!” She panted, so hot, needy, and desperate, I almost gave in. “There’s nothing left for me here. A vampire, your thrall… slave, I don’t care. I can’t go back. Take me any way you want. I’m yours!”
“There is no going back,” I warned. This was her last chance to back out. Her final chance to come to her senses.
“I know.”
“Good.” I kissed her hard before crushing her to me and laying her down on the bed. My fangs plunged deep into her throat at the same time as I ground myself back into her depths. Orgasmic screams filled the room as I drank from Kate, savouring every drop of her sweet nectar as I drained her to the point where she had not a single drop of blood left within. Feeling her go limp in my arms, I felt a sudden stinging sensation stab at my throat as I cut my veins with a sharpened talon. I leant over and spilt my own blood into the woman’s waiting mouth. “Everything I am is yours, and all you are is mine. Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. Together forever…”
I completed the bonding.
She died in my arms and was reborn, awakening to the world a fledgeling vampire, my thrall, my companion, and would grow to become the great love of my eternal life.
But that is a story for another time…
L.M. Mountford hopes you have enjoyed Give Us Bad Boys & Billionaires.
Now please enjoy this preview from the sexy and thrilling intro to his Rogue Warrior Trilogy.
Downtown Port Angeles looked rather like uptown, midtown, and every other residential part of the city. A varied collection of single and two-storey timber fronted cottages with paved driveways and big front gardens. The whole place had the feel of a quaint little suburbia where everyone and their dog knew your name and your business.
In other words, what I’d call hell.
Fortunately, I wasn’t here to admire the view. I wanted answers, and according to Ned’s scribble, Miss Porter lived at 13 King’s Way. The name meant nothing to me but courtesy of my phone’s Maps App, it didn’t take long to navigate the warren and turn the Porsha off West 10 Street. For all the grandeur of its name, King’s Way proved to be just another quiet little street ending in a cul-de-sac with about half a dozen single storey cottages around it.
Number 13 was the first on the left. A single storey cottage painted baby blue, with a wraparound porch, likewise painted cedar red, and a 2004 Ford Explorer Sport Trac 4x4 on the drive.
I parked the Porsche up behind the pickup, killed the engine, climbed out and marched up to the house, not caring if she was alone or if someone was in there with her. If I was lucky, maybe she had a boyfriend over and I could work out some of this frustration on his face.
Until then, her door would do. I knocked three times, banging my fist against the wood hard enough to make it rattle in the frame. Then I waited.
Damn her, I got her that fucking job back, so what was her problem? What was she playing at?
I knew I needed to breathe. I was pissed off and had to calm down, but I wasn’t in the mood for all that crap right now.
“Coming!” Jane’s voice called from inside.
Footsteps approached from the other side of the door. A chain rattled. Then the door opened and Jane Porter stood there in a pair of tight little white shorts and a blue and red checked shirt, her hair tumbling down her back in a wash of raven waves and smiling as she read something on her phone. “Mrs Wilde, I’m afraid this isn’t really a great time, ‘cause I just lost my job and I- you!” Her smile dropped when she looked up and saw me standing in her doorway.
Praise where praise is due, Miss Jane Porter was not slow to react. No sooner did she see me than she was slamming the door in my face. It’s not exactly an original move, though. Nor was it the first time someone had tried it. I shouldered my way through before she could shut it all the way. She almost went with it, skidding backward, but I caught her wrist and twisted her round, driving her back against the wall. The door swung closed behind us as I slapped a palm over her mouth to keep her from screaming and stepped in close enough to pin her there, caging her with my body.
I expected her to fight. To lash out and squirm, or kick, bite and scratch at anything she could reach with all that fiery spirit she’d shown when Roy and his mates had surrounded her. Instead, she just stood there, with her arms hanging at her side and eyes as large as dinner plates.
“Scream, and I’ll gag you, understand?” I warned, keeping my voice low and level but looking dead into her eyes so she knew I meant it.
She nodded slowly. Or, at least, gave as much of a nod as she could with half of her face in my hand and nowhere to move. Still, I had to give her points for effort.
“Good,” I said, forcing a little smile to soften my expression as I eased my hand back a little. “You know, you should really check who’s at the door before you open it.”
“Please…” she whispered, her voice shaky, clearly too unnerved for levity. “What… what do you, I mean, what are you doing here?”
