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

delicate folds of flesh, he
shoved his fingers up into me roughly, making me cry out.  Seeming to be fueled
by my reaction, he did it again, only harder this time.
    My stomach twisted.  This was the last thing I had wanted
tonight.
    Then making me sicker yet, he dove his face into my sex, his
cool skin pressed against the contrasting hotness of the tender flesh.  I
cringed as I felt his cold tongue darting all about it.
    I wished desperately that I could simply fake orgasm and
expedite this.  But I knew that it would not be possible to fool a Vampire as
that.  They could smell it.  And they coveted the taste of it saturating our
blood with its chemicals of ecstasy.
    What I did I know was that the sooner I reached climax, the
sooner this would all be over with.  That was all I had.  And I knew what would
get me there faster than anything else.
    Him.
    I wish I at least knew his name!
    Though, it was not easy against the haphazard movements of
this orally unskilled Vampire, I managed to force him out of my surroundings
and brought in the one who had already come to possess my thoughts in such a
short time. 
    Instead of that Vampire, I saw his long, wavy
pale blonde hair between my thighs, it was his tongue I felt exploring
me, pleasuring me.  And though I knew it would never be possible, I imagined
him coming up between my legs, his manhood hot and hard for me, and slipping
inside of me over and over again. 
    Taking me.  Claiming me.
    With the thought of that, I felt my insides tightening in
excitement, and finally releasing its wave of pleasure.  Unfortunately, this
excited the Vampire who had been busy between my legs, his grunting ripping me
away from my fantasy and and dragging me back to reality.
    My orgasm still pulsating through me, I shuddered as he
slurped up my juices, greedily pushing his cold, stiff tongue up inside in
attempt to taste more. 
    “You are so mouthwatering!” he remarked when he finally came
up from air.  “Far better than any other female I have tasted!”
    I bet he says that to all the human women he is about to
devour!
     “Wait until you taste my blood!” I replied, trying to
encourage him to speed it along.
    Not that he needed any encouragement.  A low growl emitted
from the Vampire and he was on me before I could breathe in, sinking his fangs
into my neck.  He was quite a bit rougher than I thought he would be.  But as I
said, one can never predict much of anything with these Vampires.
    Biding my time as he drank from me, my mind automatically
took over and it was him who was drinking from me, taking what he needed
from me.  Never had I wanted to give of myself to a Vampire, and now I found I
wanted more than anything to give everything of myself to him . 
    At last the Vampire had finished, releasing me abruptly. 
    “Thank you,” he said, instantly recommencing his gentlemanly
composure.  “You were just what I was in the mood for.”  Wiping his mouth
carefully with a handkerchief, he gave me a smile and went for the door. 
    “Until next time,” he said hopefully.
     “Yes… perhaps,” I responded cordially, though I knew right
then I had absolutely no intention of selecting him again.  He repulsed me. 
But then, I had to ask myself, was it any different from the rest of them?  Or
was it merely because I had been given a glimpse of something far superior to
the other Vampires that my mind would not cease obsessing over?
    With a hopeful smile, the Vampire shut the door behind him. 
Slipping back into my gown, I made my way back to my own chamber, appreciative
for the chance to finally be left alone to ponder just what had happened to me
tonight. 
    In truth, feeling consumed by this sudden loss of control of
my own will, I wanted simply to clear my mind, or at least to think of
something insignificant for a while.  I desperately needed to regain my sense
of balance, to know that I was still an independent woman, capable of doing as
I wish, not allowing