The Witch's Vampire (New Adult Paranormal Romance) (Mystery Springs Series) Read Online Free
Author: Jami Brumfield
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“I’d love to dance. Come with me.” She urged by pulling his hand toward her.
“In a minute. Go start without me and I’ll join you later.” He didn’t need to look at her to know she was sulking as she sauntered away. He could smell her hurt and knew she would be a great temptation on the dance floor. Hurt and pain fed so many supernatural.
“Jeremiah, go with her to keep her company.” He instructed his second in command who eased out of the shadows without a word and followed Marissa down the stairs. Happy his consort was safe he refocused on the captivating girl. He was drawn to her but had no earthly idea why. She was far from his type.
He’d also never seen her before, but there was something familiar about her. Something that took his breath away, if he needed to breath, which he didn’t, other than to make humans think he was one of them. It was an automatic response he did to blend in and in that moment he realized his automatic response had failed him. He’d stopped breathing as he watched the slender but curvy petite girl weave within the crowd. She called to him like a beacon on a foggy night in a storm-tossed ocean. It was the oddest feeling.
She had a drink in her hand, but was barely touching it, almost like she ordered it for show and had no intentions of finishing it. He found himself thankful that was the case. He'd seen so many lost souls travel further down the rabbit hole with mind altering substances liked alcohol and narcotics. It was a hazard of the job, lifestyle, and unfortunately, the dark world he lived in.
She was wearing a pair of faded, and strategically torn jeans with a green hoodie. It was her attire that first caught his attention. Most of the girls in his club wore skin tight, tiny dresses that left little to the imagination. The others, who wore pants, looked like they’d been poured into them. Almost all of them wore heels. This girl wore tennis shoes. Her midnight black hair was pulled up into a ponytail high on her head and bangs fell softly onto her face covering up a larger than average forehead. She looked so out of place he found himself wondering what her story was. He wanted her to look his way but she hadn’t yet. So she couldn’t be compelled easily, which intrigued him even more. Not all vampires were as skilled in compelling creatures as he was and very few could resist his urges when he focused on them. He’d never met a human that could, which intrigued him further, indicating she was a supernatural. He needed to know what kind of creature she was.
Without even thinking the command, his feet began walking, stepping down the metal stairs. His eyes never leaving her figure begging for her to look his way, a silent prayer that played on his lips because his desire was so strong. Each step brought him closer to the throng of people on the dance floor. Body odor, heavy perfume, sadness, happiness, agony all assaulted his nose. Emotions had scents and the miserable smell of pain was strong. He looked around, curious to find its source while he continued his trek toward his target. As he got closer, the agony got heavier and he realized the pain came from her when her emerald green eyes locked onto his grey ones. He froze, like a cat caught stalking its prey, worried the tiniest movement would scare her. Only she wasn’t prey, there was something more about her. The air seemed to sizzle around her and the closer he got he felt the electric pull like a magnet that found its metal of choice. She seemed as enraptured by his gaze as he was with hers which pleased him more than he expected or was comfortable with.
“You decided to join me after all.” Marissa snuggled up against Gio’s chest as she moved her hips to the music, rocking back and forth as though the heavy beats were a lullaby. Her happy strawberry and cream scent seemed to chase away the pain he felt from the strangely intoxicating girl. Usually,
“I’d love to dance. Come with me.” She urged by pulling his hand toward her.
“In a minute. Go start without me and I’ll join you later.” He didn’t need to look at her to know she was sulking as she sauntered away. He could smell her hurt and knew she would be a great temptation on the dance floor. Hurt and pain fed so many supernatural.
“Jeremiah, go with her to keep her company.” He instructed his second in command who eased out of the shadows without a word and followed Marissa down the stairs. Happy his consort was safe he refocused on the captivating girl. He was drawn to her but had no earthly idea why. She was far from his type.
He’d also never seen her before, but there was something familiar about her. Something that took his breath away, if he needed to breath, which he didn’t, other than to make humans think he was one of them. It was an automatic response he did to blend in and in that moment he realized his automatic response had failed him. He’d stopped breathing as he watched the slender but curvy petite girl weave within the crowd. She called to him like a beacon on a foggy night in a storm-tossed ocean. It was the oddest feeling.
She had a drink in her hand, but was barely touching it, almost like she ordered it for show and had no intentions of finishing it. He found himself thankful that was the case. He'd seen so many lost souls travel further down the rabbit hole with mind altering substances liked alcohol and narcotics. It was a hazard of the job, lifestyle, and unfortunately, the dark world he lived in.
She was wearing a pair of faded, and strategically torn jeans with a green hoodie. It was her attire that first caught his attention. Most of the girls in his club wore skin tight, tiny dresses that left little to the imagination. The others, who wore pants, looked like they’d been poured into them. Almost all of them wore heels. This girl wore tennis shoes. Her midnight black hair was pulled up into a ponytail high on her head and bangs fell softly onto her face covering up a larger than average forehead. She looked so out of place he found himself wondering what her story was. He wanted her to look his way but she hadn’t yet. So she couldn’t be compelled easily, which intrigued him even more. Not all vampires were as skilled in compelling creatures as he was and very few could resist his urges when he focused on them. He’d never met a human that could, which intrigued him further, indicating she was a supernatural. He needed to know what kind of creature she was.
Without even thinking the command, his feet began walking, stepping down the metal stairs. His eyes never leaving her figure begging for her to look his way, a silent prayer that played on his lips because his desire was so strong. Each step brought him closer to the throng of people on the dance floor. Body odor, heavy perfume, sadness, happiness, agony all assaulted his nose. Emotions had scents and the miserable smell of pain was strong. He looked around, curious to find its source while he continued his trek toward his target. As he got closer, the agony got heavier and he realized the pain came from her when her emerald green eyes locked onto his grey ones. He froze, like a cat caught stalking its prey, worried the tiniest movement would scare her. Only she wasn’t prey, there was something more about her. The air seemed to sizzle around her and the closer he got he felt the electric pull like a magnet that found its metal of choice. She seemed as enraptured by his gaze as he was with hers which pleased him more than he expected or was comfortable with.
“You decided to join me after all.” Marissa snuggled up against Gio’s chest as she moved her hips to the music, rocking back and forth as though the heavy beats were a lullaby. Her happy strawberry and cream scent seemed to chase away the pain he felt from the strangely intoxicating girl. Usually,
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