The Seduction of Gretchen: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) Read Online Free

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the front so that I
would not miss him. 
    Not that I could. 
    But then, reminding myself of his clearly enigmatic
personality, perhaps he was the sort he preferred to remain out of the bustle
of it all, choosing instead to stand patiently off to the side.
    Ignoring the Vampires in the front who were shaking their
eager hands towards me, I scanned the sides of the crowd. 
    I did not see him. 
    My eyes moved to the centre, feeling the anticipation at
seeing him again any second rise within me. 
    He was not in the centre either.
     Of course.  Someone as sophisticated as he would be
standing quietly somewhere in the back, maintaining his composure as a refined
gentleman rather than acting a fool as are these other Vampires.
    Smiling to myself at my cleverness, I quickly shifted my
eyes towards the back of the crowd, skimming over each face, beyond ready to
behold his once again, to chance those eyes… 
    When I came to the last one without finding his, a sinking
feeling began to creep up into my gut, disturbing the giddy butterflies flocked
there. 
    No, this cannot be… he has to be out there!  I must have
missed him— though how I ever could, I do not know— or perhaps he has arrived
late.
    Feeling less assured, I began the same process all over
again.  The Vampires were swiftly growing impatient for my attention, yelling
out at me, throwing their arms into the air, their hands in my face, making it
all the more difficult for me to concentrate. 
    As I scanned through the crowd once more, panic began to
take over, settling deep in the pit of my stomach, killing off the rest of the
enchanting butterflies.
    I do not understand.  How could he not be here?
    Just then, the sound of Lucia’s irritated voice tore me away
from my brooding. 
    “Gretchen, the Vampires grow restless.  Make your selection
now!”
    Select someone else? 
    The idea of such a thing was suddenly so foreign to me.  I
had not even considered it.  I had set out here tonight prepared for him ,
not one of them !  All at once I felt nauseous.
    Forcing myself to actually look at their faces, I suddenly
resented my duty.  I could not fathom taking another in the back tonight. 
Hastily, I perused the faces, seeking the most docile appearing one, in hopes
that he would take it easy on me.  However, I knew all too well how deceiving
their outward demeanours could be.  The thought of one of them touching me
suddenly had a sickening effect upon me.
    Finally I chose the most harmless looking one, just praying
for this to be over with as soon as possible.  I am not even sure what he
looked like, for in that moment, it did not matter.
     I remained completely silent as he followed me back to the
VIP corridor.  Mechanically, I opened the door, and motioned towards the
settee. 
    He went in and I followed, shutting the door behind me. 
    When I turned around, he was staring at me hungrily. 
“Remove your gown,” he ordered.
    Complying, I slipped the straps from my shoulders, letting
it fall into a pile of silk about my feet.  His eyes darkened as they roved
over my body, taking me in appreciatively. 
    Nodding in approval, he patted his leg and said, “Come
here.”
    I moved to him, his arms wrapping about me and pulling me
down to his lap abruptly.  As his hands claimed my breasts, I stared straight
ahead, detaching myself from the unwelcome experience.   Seemingly unaware of
my disinterest, he moved his cold mouth to them.  As he drew them in
ravenously, his hands descended down the line of my abdomen seeking the coveted
source of warmth nestled between my legs.
    A shudder travelled through me as his cold fingers pried
greedily at my sex. 
    Emitting a low growl under his breath, suddenly he flipped
me onto my back, forcing my legs apart, exposing me to the cold which emanated
from him.   The beast within taking over right before my eyes, no longer was he
the docile Vampire for which I had hoped. 
    His hands hurriedly spreading my
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