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FANGS Chapter Fourty One
“Vanessa! Please come in here.” Samson’s voice was sharp.She flinched. Would he lash out at her? Hit her? Bite her? Kill her?Vanessa appeared instantly.“This is taking way too much time. Could you please stay back and watch her while I and the guys pay Saunders a visit” Samson asked.Vanessa nodded. "Yeah sure. No problem." Thank you" Samson replied, and after one glance in Isabella's direction, he bolted from the room.Isabella's eyes followed him before she looked back at Vanessa who casually sat on the wide bed as if nothing had happened.“He wanted to kill me, didn’t he?” Isabella asked Vanessa. "If I try to leave then he's going to kill me, isn't he? That's why he doesn't want me to leave. He thinks I'm going to tell the whole world what he is... That he is a vampire"Vanessa nodded. “Yes, he will” she replied, and grinned devilis
FANGS Chapter Fourty Two
Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and slowly she pulled him down to her until his erection settled at the entrance to her core.Warm moisture greeted him, inviting him. His body coiled with tension, anticipating her tightness, her heat, as he held himself back for another second just to savor the moment.“You’re mine.” he said. His claim was like a battle cry, as he impaled her on his shaft, letting her tight muscles clamp down on him, imprison him in a cage he’d never be able to escape, would never“You're perfect "he said as he withdrew from her tight sheath, let his cock slip out but for the bulbous head, before he plunged back into her wet heat. With every stroke his balls slapped against her flesh, only adding to the enticing sensation of her muscles gripping himIsabella threw her head back and arched toward him, meeting his thrusts one for one. H
FANGS Chapter Fourty Three
Isabella watched as they opened blood bag after blood bag and fed them to Samson, who finished them in seconds. Then his head fell back on the pillow.“I’ll give him mine.” Isabella said without thinking. Without hesitation she pushed the sleeve of her sweater up.“No . . . ” Samson’s voice was weak but determined. His eyes cast a pleading look into Mark's direction.“He won’t let you,” Mark explained.Isabella gave him a surprised look then shook her head. For once she didn’t give a damn what anybody did or did not want her to do. She would not sit idly by and let him die.“I don’t care. He’ll take my blood.” she said.“I can’t let you do that, Isabella. Samson doesn't want you to. Raymond can rush out and get more blood bags.”
FANGS Chapter Fourty Four
When Samson finally let go of her wrist, his lips moved. “Belle,” he whispered, but drifted back into unconsciousness instantly.Isabella held him while she watched every movement of his body. She had surprised herself at how strong she’d been today. She was surprised at how she had gone from being mad at him to saving him immediately she saw him Hurt. She remembered what Vanessa had said about being his mate and she shivered. She wasn't ready to accept that yet....................Isabella woke in the middle of the night and looked around. Somehow she had fallen asleep. And a very peaceful sleep for that matter, she observed. There had been no dreams to trouble her this night, and she was glad because it had been a while since she slept this well.She tried to stretch. Where was she? She asked herself. It was then that she remembered that she was in Samson's house. In
FANGS Chapter Fourty Five
Isabella lifted her head to look at him, almost as if she was trying to read his mind and know what was going on inside his head. She gave him a small smile before she slipped back into his arms, molding her pliable body to his. Samson was sure she had noticed the hungry look with which he devoured her. He hoped that sleep would claim him again soon so he could keep his promise, but knew instinctively that it wouldn’t come fast enough as he had just woken up.He stiffened when he felt her hands begin to move all over his chest, playing with hairs on it. He was determined to ignore it. Ignore the fact that blood was steadily pumping into his dick, but when she fingertips grazed his nipple he grunted, unable to hold it in any longer."You said you wanted me in your arms, right?” Isabella asked, and he knew that she was teasing him. The woman was pure evil.“Yes, but I also said, you shou
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She responded to him with her own brand of passion and need. Her head filled with images of bliss, of the two of them dancing in the sun, in a sea of flowers.Samson pulled back and suddenly gave her a short break to breathe. “I can’t get enough of you. Don’t leave. Stay. Stay with me. Live here. With me.”“But, I have to go back to school and work.” Her protest was weak. She didn’t want to leave, but she couldn’t just stay either. She had a life. she had an apartment. She couldn't just leave. This was going so damn fast. They had to slow down."You can still do all that from here"He took her upper lip between his and sucked gently. “Please.” His tongue swept over her lips. “Belle. We’ll talk about it later. But right now . . . ”He flipped her masterfully and brought her underneath him, ga
FANGS Chapter Fourty Seven
"I hope so" Samson said. "I really thought Jacob Saunders had him."I confronted him for attacking you. He was humiliated, and knowing him, he always comes back for revenge. That's why he was my first suspect""What do you mean when you say you confronted him?" Isabella asked, "You beat him up, didn't you?""It's not like he didn't have it coming. The guy is annoying. You should know that"Isabella knew, she thought, remembering that she had disliked him immediately when she first met him at the bar. Now she understood why he had told her not to call the cops and now she was glad she didn't. They wouldn't have stood a chance against a vampire and if they had gone, they would have come back seriously Hurt. Or maybe even worse.Isabella leaned closer to him. "So how did you become a vampire?" she asked him.Samson sighed deeply. "I was Young and crazy and imp
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He was hungry and starved, as he had only been given a tiny glass of blood for a week. He felt like a dog. He had been tortured for days by his captors. He had been beaten, shot and forced to drink juniper which weakened him even more as his captors forced him to name other vampire, which he refused to do.Samson would come for him. That had been his hope and prayer for days. But the days turned into nights and nights turned into days and George was loosing hope. The heavy metal door opened, and his captors came in, both of them carrying guns and sharp knives, and George knew it was time for another round of torture. He couldn't take it anymore.A bucket of water was poured on him and he shivered. He lifted his battered face to face the man whom he had come to know as Jeremiah."Are you going to speak now, or would you like to endure more of this?" Jeremiah said and he grabbed a chunk of George's hair a
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