Holiday Bites: A Collection of Vampire Paranormal Romances Read Online Free

overtook her. The orgasm rolled over into another and as she rode the second crest, she heard Steven’s cry of release. As his come shot into her well-loved pussy, she felt his hand glide over her hip and onto her clit.
    The third orgasm nearly made her pass out.
    Later, when Steven released her from the chains and soothed her tormented breasts with kisses and a special herbal cream, she knew, without a doubt, she was in love with him. She felt so wonderful that she didn’t he mind that he’d tucked her into bed for another nap. Soon, they would celebrate Christmas Eve. She couldn’t wait. Her thoughts drifting, she easily returned to the arms of Morpheus.
    “I will free you,” she said, frantic. Her heart thundered in her chest as she cut through the ropes that tied them to the chairs. “I must stay here and distract him.”
    “No!” Warick took the dagger. “You will come with me.”
    “He’s no mere mortal,” she said, tears in her eyes. “He’s older than you, stronger than you. And he will hurt you. He wants me … and I will give him what he wants. You will find shelter from him and from the sun.”
    Warick gathered her into their arms. “I will return for you, Derina.”
    “Yes. I know.” Derina brought Warick’s face to hers for a tender kiss. “Let me save you. Just this once, my love. Come for me tonight. I love you.”
    Eve bolted awake, her heart hammering. The television droned, its flickering images barely penetrating the darkness around her. She realized that someone sat in the wingback a few feet away from the bed. Steven. “That wasn’t in the book,” she whispered. “Robert would never hurt Derina.”
    “But he did. Robert’s jealousy robbed them of happiness.”
    “You’re scaring me.” She swallowed heavily. Her lover radiated an intensity that did, indeed, frighten her. “Are you saying Derina was real?”
    “It’s Christmas Eve,” he said softly. “That’s the day I lost her. You’ve known, haven’t you? You’ve known all along what I am—and who you are.”
    “No.” She scooted to the end of the bed, grabbing a pillow as if it would serve as a shield. “You’re just a writer. A very eccentric writer.”
    “I tell stories for a living. You’d be surprised how many are true.” He sighed. “You said that you loved me. Is that still true?”
    Eve hesitated. Even though his pensive mood was upsetting her, she couldn’t deny her feelings. “Yes. I love you.”
    “I’m so glad, Eve. Please, let me tell you the rest of the story.” He moved from the chair to the bed, and she saw that he had donned a robe. He was careful to keep the distance between them. “In the year 1800, I immigrated to the United States from Germany. My family had been killed years earlier in a raid on our village, but I escaped. I wandered around the country until I earned enough money to get passage to America.”
    “That’s the background of Warick.” Eve wanted to believe Steven, she did, but what he was uttering as fact, she had known only as fiction. Did he believe what he’d created to be real?
    “It is my background. After two hundred years of living in the U.S., I lost the accent. I was made a vampire soon after arriving in New York. The one who made me disappeared. I haven’t seen him since. There aren’t as many of us as you might think. We don’t usually hang out with others of our kind.
    “Eighty-eight years later, I met Derina. She loved me, but she was a Christian. She believed that she would give up her soul and lose her place in heaven if she became a vampire.”
    Eve blinked, fascinated by Steven’s tale. Even if he was crazy, worst scenario, or yanking her chain, best scenario, she was compelled to hear the rest of his … er, confession. “Derina was a Christian? Yeah, right. How much of that book did you make up?”
    “Not much. Most of her background is correct. She was young, rich, and recently widowed. We fell madly in love and after her year of mourning