"Banks, L A - Vampire Huntress 4 - 2005 - Bitten" - читать интересную книгу автора (Banks L. A)

scent of her was undeniable, and the sweet essence of her still lingered in the
back of his throat. If her body changed while they were togetherЧit was over.
She would be his, pregnant, and there'd be no going back. Yet, how was that even
possible, especially if she were already turned? It was like her system was
going haywireЕ Marlene had to fix this, because he sure as hell couldn't, had no
frame of reference, nor a big black book of ancient text for answers. This was
definitely some new whack shit. Still, the worst part of it was, his woman could
be among the undeadЧthe one person on the planet that he never ever wanted to
see that way.
Marlene had to bring her back.



Chapter Two



Yonnie stood on the roof of Club Vengeance and breathed in the night air. For
he'd gambled right, had chosen to ally with Carlos Rivera, and had been
handsomely rewarded. He'd been given management of the club with nearly free
rein. Rivera was cool like that, it seemed.
A blue haze filtered across the moon and he smiled. It was in the air, a surge
of power that all vampires had to acknowledge. The blood in the territories had
more adrenaline kick to it, the kills were more satisfyingЕ existence was good.
To be a third-level vamp and take a club from a second-level just by
strategically aligning with the right man, was unprecedented. All of a sudden he
cocked his head to the side, briefly shut his eyes, and felt the powerful surge
of sex in the air. Damn! Even the sex in the territory was sweeter under
Rivera's rule. He just wished he knew who the vamp female was that Rivera had
just turned. It was a fresh turn. Her vibe set his teeth on edge. But she felt
stronger than a secondЕ
"Damn, sis," Yonnie muttered as he strolled to the edge of the roof and peered
down at the small specks of humanity beneath him.
"Enough to give a brother wood." All he could do was shake his head as he
wondered what it would be like to become a second-gen vampire, or even a master.
Yonnie chuckled to himself. Maybe if Carlos remained in a particularly generous
mood he might share his new lair kitten. Yonnie quickly banished the thought.
Not a strong female like thatЧshe was destined for a throat mate-marking, for
sure. No sense in a man getting his heart ripped out by the boss over wishful
thinking. But to be able to transform into pure vapor and fuse with the blue
haze of the moonЕ To be able to attract all the females that the master had no
further use for, have them trembling for one vein hit.
Yonnie shook his head as he balanced on the drain gutter, tempting his good
fate. Rivera had been cool enough to give him Club Vengeance and let him run the
other clubs in the network; pushing his luck farther to ask for more would not
be wise.
He turned his head and looked at the metal door leading to the club. He could
sense the approach of a guard. He smiled. That was odd. As a third-level, he had
some precognitive skills, but he had never been able to sense another third-gen
like this.