The Witch's Vampire (New Adult Paranormal Romance) (Mystery Springs Series) Read Online Free Page A

he'd be enthusiastic about wrapping himself up in her happiness, but at the moment his desire was darker, he wanted to wrap the strange girl in pain in his arms and provide her some comfort.  How odd?  He was not a selfish man, but he wasn't a masochist either. He looked down at Marissa's blonde tumble of curls for only a moment to unhinge her body from his. Unable to release himself from the brunette's unnerving pull.
     
    “Marissa, dance with Jeremiah.” He smiled easily as he pushed a gentle wave of compulsion toward her. Her blue eyes danced as she giggled, nodded, and ran into Jeremiah’s eagerly awaiting arms. Gio suspected Jeremiah wanted more from his consort, but his bulky size and average looks didn't make Marissa swoon his direction. The attraction simply wasn't there.
     
    The attraction was, however, present between the dark haired girl and himself. When Gio looked up to find the green-eyed vixen she’d disappeared into the crowd.  Shit! Most likely she saw Marissa clinging to me.  Frustration meshed with his thoughts as he searched the dance floor for the girl. From this vantage point it was far more difficult to see, even with his above average height, so he focused on her scent. He wasn’t a wolf so his sense of smell wasn’t as strong, but it was hard to miss the pain that vibrated off her in pulsating waves. That mixed with the sweetness of honey, her underlying, natural scent which he identified as hers, made locating her a little easier than he expected.
     
    She was by the bar. The crowd seemed to part for him like the sea did for Moses as he made his way towards her. Of course he knew the tales from the bible, he was human at one time in his life, despite the creature he was now. He held beliefs once, even though now those beliefs were suspended and far from being unlocked anytime soon. He had one belief at the moment, he had to know the girl. He didn’t understand the pull she had on him. It was unsettling, but undeniable. He wondered if it was the pain she felt that attracted him, but somehow, underneath his musing, he knew that wasn’t the case. People in pain came into his nightclub every night and none of them made him want to be near them. He had no desire to touch them or soothe away their pain. No one but this strange girl intrigued him this deeply.
     
    He was only a few feet away now and she hadn’t noticed his approach. He stopped for a moment to look at her. Her face was red and blotchy under the slight tan of her olive skin. She was wearing glasses, fifties-style glasses. How had he not noticed them before when their eyes met?
     
    She hugged her purse closer to her body as Tucker, a regular patron, made a move toward her. The monster inside Gio’s mind snarled as the sandy haired, playboy werewolf offered to buy her another drink. She smiled and told him, “No thanks, I’m getting ready to leave.”
     
    “How about a dance then?” he tried his not-so-smooth moves on her again and Gio felt his demon claw under his skin. If Tucker wasn't careful Gio was going to hurt his old friend.  What the hell was happening?  Gio knew he had more self-restraint than this.
     
    She shook her head and gave him a weak smile, “no, I really need to leave soon.” Her voice was almost melodic, like she was singing a verse with every sentence. It reminded him of another time. A time when he was human, before he was made into the creature he was now. So many things seemed familiar about her, but nothing that he easily recognized. Her voice, the scent of honey, her eyes - those soulful orbs that latched onto his with a ferocity that made him need to protect her. In all his years of life he’d never felt this hooked by a woman that didn’t even know his name, or he hers for that matter. He was acting like a jealous school boy for the Gods’ sake!
     
    He decided to reign his emotions in before he approached her. He didn't want to scare the poor girl. He realized he wanted to seduce