The Mark (Interracial Paranormal Romance) (Toil and Trouble) Read Free Page B

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    The Watchers did just that…watched all supernatural beings and specials (humans that had magical/supernatural abilities). They’re like the supernatural CIA. They ensured that the Dick and Jane didn’t go blabbing to CNN about Fido shifting into a sultry woman and seducing their sixteen year old son. They also enforced the supernatural laws that kept me from setting up shop on my own and vampires like Jack from snacking on whomever they pleased. Accidents happened of course (see: Sherry Jackson), but whoever tripped up was summarily taken care of.
     
    There were ways around the Watchers general closed lip about the supernatural world…NACA advertised on TV for crissakes. Most rational, thinking humans shrugged it off as a scam, and any that dug too deep suddenly had really selective amnesia.
     
    Jack puffed out his chest a bit. “I’ve got connections too, you know.”
     
    It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. “Vampires only reign supreme in Twilight. Besides, you’re what? 310?” Give or take a couple dozen years. Jack was turned when he was 24, and vampires usually don’t count their human years unless they’re feeling nostalgic. “The Watchers would eat you alive, babe.”
     
    “Life existed before the Watchers, you know,” he said through clenched teeth.“My kind were-”
     
    “Raping, pillaging and sucking the marrow out of women and small children?” I piped, my voice candy sweet.
     
    “You’re pushing it.”
     
    “But now you’re just another supernatural being,” I continued with a devilish grin. “You kowtow to the Watchers just like every other thing that goes bump in the night.”
     
    I gasped as he moved quicker than my human eyes could see, pushing me against the railing. I stood on my tiptoes, my back arched as he pressed his body to mine. I felt the curve of his erection raging against me. “You’ll talk to me with some respect, human.”
     
    I leaned in close, my mouth inches from his. “Who’s gonna make me?”
     
    His lips quivered with desire. We knew this game all too well. He’d threaten to kill me, I’d call his bluff. The thought of him feeding on me made my body tremble with longing. I wanted to feel his teeth rip into the tender meat of my neck. I wanted to be that close to him, to become a part of him.
     
    “Maybe you don’t have it in you,” I baited him.
     
    “Maybe I’ll eat you for dinner.”
     
    I bared my neck. “Give it your best shot, fanger.”
     
    I watched as his canines elongated, shimmering in the moonlight. I could feel how much he wanted me-it burned in his thoughts, in his touch.
     
    As his lips brushed my neck, I let out a small moan of pleasure. I felt the warm throbbing at the heart of me as his thick desire hardened, pressing through my thin nightgown.
     
    “Such beautiful skin,” he murmured, his body muscled and powerful against me. “My little ebony witch.”
     
    Usually his pet name for me would make me roll my eyes, but I found it endearing. Hot. My breath came in stuttering gasps as I looked at our skin crashing into each other, his luminescent, mine dark and glittering. Ebony and ivory. Witch and a vampire.
     
    I pushed aside the consequences. So what if he would be driven mad and drink me until my body was dry? Who cares if I became a succubus, cursed for giving into my forbidden desire? Right now, all I could think about was pushing him to the floor of the patio and screwing his brains out.
     
    I nuzzled him, lost in the waves of passion that threatened to consume us both. "Do it," I whispered. “Bite me.”
     
    He denied me, instead, sweeping me in his arm in a hurricane of passion. We shed our clothes and left nothing but pulsing skin, the roar of it screaming in my ears. Naked beneath the silver light of the moon, there was only the intoxicating tingle of anticipation that made me dig my nails into him and draw him closer.
     
    “I want you, Jack,” I moaned. “Take me.”
     
    "Oh gods," he