Brooding Sexy Male Voice - Paranormal Fantasy
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland) North American (US Western)Transcript
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patrick O'Connor, vampish, grinning. I strode towards the door and knocked an unfamiliar sensation rolling around my gut. I ignored the mad flutter and leaned against the door jamb. The door whipped open and I nearly stumbled across the threshold. You Red's eyes widened as she reached for something in her hip, most likely a weapon writing myself. The last second I darted inside and clamp my hand over her mouth, trapping her arms behind her as I pressed her against the back of the door. Let go of me! She growled. I drew closer to the center, for swirling in the minute breath of air between us. Then a toast. She smelled good. I inhaled, dragging my nose down her neck, goose bumps prickles, her pale skin running down her arm, each streak down to my lower half, a wave of lust nearly eclipsing the hunger. Oh, Red! You smell much too delicious for your own good for my own good. I felt her lips part beneath my hand a second before her teeth sank into my fingers. I bit down on my lower lip to keep from shouting and fixed my gaze on her. I hated to compel her, but if she wouldn't comply, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Our laced my tone and she stopped fighting me, her muscles relaxed and the frantic look in her eye melted away. I just want to talk. Okay? She nodded. If I remove my hand, you won't scream or try to stake me right? Her head dipped slowly carefully. I pulled my hand back, twisting my wrist around to check out the damage That little tiger had taken a chunk out of two fingers. I couldn't help the part of me that was incredibly turned on. What are you doing here? She hissed. I took a step back, putting some space between our heated bodies. Can't a guy just come by to say hello. I shot him my best smile. Are you drunk? Damn it! Was I swaying again? Of course not. Her eyes chased down to the flash sticking out of my back pocket. So that's blood. No, that's empty. She slapped her hands on her hips and glared up at me as fun as this banter is, Are you going to tell me what you're doing here? My brows knitted as I tried to focus on the words. It all seemed so clear when I was back at my place, but standing here in front of her now with the Heys of bourbon on my tongue, I felt nothing from my wolf. Gods! Why did I come here again? I lied. I finally blurted about the attack on the Sicari residences. No, I bit back. I had nothing to do with that. I told you I don't run with Ronan's crew. I'm a lone wolf. The words came out before I could stop it. She must have noticed the twist of my lips because her brows furrowed. You are a wolf? I knew it, I was, I muttered and I couldn't help the sadness from seeping into my tone. Red pushed off the wall and took a step closer, Her emerald eyes intent on mine. I could sense your wolf. And that's never happened with any other vampire I've encountered. My stomach bottomed out. She'd felt him to then. It wasn't just me. I reached from my flask, then muttered a curse when I remembered it was empty. She drew closer and I took a step back, my gaze casting down to the stake strapped to her thigh. Uh little Sicari. No weapons. Right. I snagged her in my dark gaze once again. Right? She sucked in her lower lip, and the lower part of my anatomy lengthened. What was it with this girl? She had me feeling things I hadn't felt since turning. Can I tell you a secret? Arise, moved down to my unbuttoned shirt. She inched closer and I hit the back of the sofa, always red parted my thighs and fit herself between my legs. My pulse skyrocketed. She danced her fingers across my shirt and settled on my bare skin. Her lips moved closer until they were only centimeters from mine. The vein in her neck throbbed and my tongue snaked out to wet my lips. A different sort of hunger, consuming my insides. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Read! Have you been drinking too? I scanned the living room and two empty wine glasses set atop the sleek granite coffee table. Maybe a little. She pressed her breasts against my chest. Her nipples peeked beneath the thin T raising to her tiptoes. Her warm breath skated across the shell of my ear as she whispered. I think my wolf likes yours. My hand curled around the back of her neck, forcing her mouth to mine. She tensed for only a second, her teeth clenched before she relaxed and allowed my tongue access. She tasted like a fine vintage pinot noir, with subtle tones of berries and chocolate. A scorching fire filled my core as my lips assaulted hers, our tongues entwined, engaged in a perfect tango. Her hands moved to my hair, slender fingers exploring the dark tendrils, then her hands moved lower. They closed around my neck. I jerked back, releasing her lips, but I was too slow. A snap reverberated across my ear drums and everything went black.