This Curse: (The Grace Allen Series Book 2 ) Read Online Free PDF Page A

coiling
around his powerful body. Silver eyes caught the moonlight in a face that could
make angels weep. Pure masculine power caged in the perfect form of a Master
Vampire.
    “Seth, what do you want?” I sighed. “I’m tired. It’s
been a shitty night.” I stopped walking. I didn’t want to lead him to my house.
I knew there was a nice fluffy bed in there and I really didn’t want to have to
battle my crazy pheromones again. Things could get complicated.
    He watched me as if reading my mind. “You know what I
need. Don’t make me take, Grace, it’s so barbaric.” He said. His beauty
made my heart squeeze but his words doused any budding tender feelings. I
stood, watching his silvery eyes mock me with their reality. My blood, the
blood of a Madea, pure and straight from the source gave him strength he could
never have imagined.
    I felt the memory tickle the back of my mind and I
sighed to myself as I looked at the large man. We were at a magical stalemate;
but he could still overpower me with sheer brute strength; which is exactly
what he would do if I denied him.
    A small drink was all he ever wanted. I could even
give him a wrist if I chose, but he would not lose my blood. I couldn’t blame
him, and I could even understand, but he never just drank and left. He would
stay and seduce. He would work his tricks and play with every weakness I had,
and Lord help me, when it came to him there were still far too many.
    It was nearly impossible to resist him, but I knew
that if we were to come together again I might drop my glamour. I couldn’t
chance it. Especially after the way Patrick reacted tonight. My God , I
can’t even imagine what my true form would do when presented to a man like
Seth, a veritable god in the world of men. It was way too risky.
    Thank goodness, that after weeks of allowing him to
drink from my wrist, I finally grew a brain and placed my blood in bags. It was
my personal mission to keep this man away from my body. He held an attraction
that was definitely hazardous to my health.  
    It had taken days to fill enough of the bags with my
blood, once I figured out how to do it. Part of me wanted to use my power to
just get the job over with quickly, but seeing my silvery blood inside those
little baggies made me feel so incredibly alien that I forced myself to trudge
through every step of the job. 
    I shook my head and smiled to myself as I gazed at
his beautiful face. Man was he going to be pissed!  
    “Relax Seth, I have no intention of refusing you, I‘m
just tired, like I said.” I began walking again, this time toward a small
detached garage I recently had built near the back of my property. “Just give
me a minute.” I twisted my long hair into a knot at my neck as his tension and
hunger beat at my back. I unlocked the door and left it open, then I reached
over and flicked on the lights to reveal two large stainless steel
refrigerators, a microwave on a single counter and a small table and chair
which sat alone in a corner.
    I opened one of the refrigerator doors. Inside were
rows and rows of small bags filled with my silvery blood. The second
refrigerator was filled identical to the first. I grabbed a bag and tossed it
into the microwave, then turned to toss him the keys. “Here, this should keep
you sated for a few weeks at least. There are three keys. Two are on that ring
and the third will stay with me. I’ll fill the fridge when I think you are
running too low. Consider this your personal take-out restaurant, you’re
welcome and goodnight.” I turned to go as his cool hand closed around my arm. I
tensed for a fight, “God, Seth, what more do you want from me? What else do you
need?”
    “You surprise me sweet, Grace, but I do tire of your
foolishness. You know I must sate my thirst from your body. I need your warmth,
your breath. The feelings I get when I touch you.” He took the bag from the
microwave then turned and ran his finger along my jaw. “This is an insult.”