A Muse for Mishka (Wiccan-Were-Bear #12) Read Online Free

dreams. Sometimes I would relive something from the past,
but that’s not necessarily a dream, just a memory. I’ve heard that
newly turned vampires will dream more frequently, but eventually
the humanity is entirely forgotten.” His golden gaze raked over her
appreciatively. “You’re even more beautiful than the dreams
portrayed.”
    Her cheeks heated in blush. Mishka was so
handsome; she imagined he’d been on the receiving end of attention
from truly beautiful women over the years. Jealousy flickered to
life within her, but she squashed it. There was no room for a third
party in their relationship, and jealousy was not wanted.
    She wrapped her hand around his wrist and
rubbed her thumb along the underside. “They told you I’m a
muse?”
    He nodded. “I’ve never met a muse before. I
didn’t know that your kind were actually real. I thought that you
were an abstract sort of ideal for creative people.”
    She’d heard that many times over the years.
“There are many different kinds of muses, but I’ve actually never
met any other muses aside from my mother.”
    “Where is she?”
    “She’s in Europe. We Skype once a month to
keep in touch. I was born in the states, and when I finished high
school, she was ready to move on to somewhere else, but I didn’t
want to follow.”
    “And your father?”
    “He died when I was eight from an illness.
He’d been to many healers but no one could help him. What about
your parents?”
    “They were never turned. My mother died of
illness when I was a teenager, and my father drank himself to death
a few years later.”
    “I’m sorry you lost them,” she said.
    “I thought I might have to change you.” His
brows drew down.
    She rubbed her thumb along the corner of his
frown. “What? Are you disappointed I’m not mortal?”
    He snarled softly, his lip curling in
displeasure. “Nothing could be further from the truth. It’s a
relief not to have to take your humanity. To turn someone is…it’s
traumatic for both parties. That you’re naturally immortal is
wonderful.”
    She reached for his hand where she could see
a smear of dried blood. Turning his wrist up, she ran her thumb
along a very faint, nearly healed scar. “We’re partially bonded
right now. You’re my beloved, but I’m not yours.”
    His golden gaze darkened, and a shiver ran
down her spine. He looked so hungry, so filled with desire as if he
was a tiger caged and desperate for freedom. He tugged on the ties
of her corset. She was dressed like a pirate wench, with a full,
layered skirt, a shoulder-baring blouse, and a black leather
corset. “I want you more than I want my fangs, Harmony. I want you
to be mine in every way, but we don’t have to rush.”
    She pushed him back to the bed, lifting her
skirts and straddling him. “I don’t want to wait.” She ran her
fingertip down the gold buttons of the pale blue uniform top. “Are
you Prince Charming?”
    “I’m usually a sinner. I wanted to be a
saint,” he said, smiling rakishly and flashing his fangs at
her.
    “The pirate wench and Prince Charming. Sounds
like the title of a romance novel.”
    He grasped her waist and rolled them until he
was overtop of her. Lowering his head, he grasped the corset’s tie
with one fang and cut it. He gazed up at her and then frowned.
“There’s something we need to do first.”
    She shivered at his hungry gaze. “What?”
    “Kiss.”
     

 
    Chapter
5
     
    Mishka gazed down at her. Her skin was
flushed, her blue eyes were dark like sapphires, and the faint
scent of her arousal was in the air. Part of him wanted to simply
ravage her. Make her scream his name in pleasure a hundred times
while he rutted on her like a beast. But this first time they were
together, when they would bond for all eternity as beloveds, was
more important to him than anything. He wanted to show Harmony that
he would always, always put her first. He’d been the master
of the city for decades. He had dozens of vampires