A Warrior Wedding

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Book: A Warrior Wedding Read Free
Author: Teresa Gabelman
Tags: Romance, Paranormal, series, vampire, Protector, Alpha, Warriors
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his voice was palpable.
    “I don’t know.” She shrugged one shoulder. “I just fed from you, but I couldn’t keep it down and while real food stays down, it makes me so nauseous that I’d rather go without.”
    He tilted her face up to his. “You need to feed.” It was a demand, not a suggestion.
    “I can’t keep taking your blood and then vomiting it up.” Jill responded with a frown. “It’s too good to waste.”
    A small grin tipped his lips, but didn’t reach his eyes as he turned away from her, looking through a few drawers in the metal cabinets behind him. “I need to take some blood.”
    Jill wrapped her arms around her waist with a sour grimace. “How much do you have to take?”
    “Three vials.” He turned toward her, his hands filled with everything he needed. He set everything down behind her. Putting his hands on each side of her legs, Slade caged her on the table and leaned in close. “You never look like that when my teeth are sinking into your sweet, soft neck. This is the same thing.”
    Jill stared up at him. “It’s so not the same thing, Slade.” She actually blushed. He was the only person who could make her blush.
    His sexy lips tilted in a smile as he winked at her. His mouth took hers hard. His hands remained on the table, but hers clutched him to her as if he were her lifeline.
    All too soon his lips left hers leaving her breathless.
    “You ready?” His dark eyes stared down at her.
    “No,” she replied, but nodded.
    “I love you.” His deep voice washed over her and still he didn’t move, but stared steadily at her with his intense gaze. “I will not let anything happen to you.”
    Swallowing hard, she nodded again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” She did feel guilty about not coming to him when it first started, especially since he was being so sweet.
    A frown flashed across his face. “We will deal with that issue as soon as we find out what’s going on and you feel better,” he warned her.
    Relief crossed her face, but his frown didn’t disappear.
    “I won’t forget, Jill.” His tone definitely indicated he wouldn’t forget and it would be dealt with, but usually his punishments were awesomely blissful in the end. She shivered in a good way at the thought.
    She kept quiet as he grabbed what he needed to take blood. With hands so large, he was surprisingly gentle as he wrapped the tourniquet around her arm. She watched until he reached for the thing with the needle. Lifting her head, she stared straight ahead. She hated the thing with the needle.
    “Make a fist,” he ordered, his voice deep and strong.
    She watched his handsome face instead of what he was doing to her arm. Her free hand clawed the table in a death grip waiting for the painful pinch of the needle. She knew her body was tense, but she couldn’t help it. It was either that or cry like a little bitch, and she didn’t want to do that in front of him. She heard plastic ripping and crinkling knowing it was coming. His eyes finally met hers.
    “You need to relax.” His intense gaze searched hers then fell to her lips. “I only have to stick you once and I’m very good at what I do. Just a small pinch and it’s over.”
    Taking a deep breath, she nodded. She knew what it felt like to get blood taken and knew he was lying his ass off. It hurt like hell. “Go for it.” She squeezed her eyes closed, biting her lip.
    “Stop biting your lip, Jill,” he demanded. “I have plans for those later.”
    Her eyes popped open in surprise and he made his move. The needle slid into her arm and yeah, it hurt like hell. “That was dirty.” Jill hissed as her eyes automatically went to what hurt her, then shot back to his grinning face.
    “It worked.” Arrogance laced his words.
    “No, it didn’t.” She glared at him. “It hurt like hell, just like when you set my shoulder on the count of two, not three. I didn’t think doctors were supposed to lie to their patients.”
    “I wasn’t

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