A WHISPER OF ETERNIT

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Leaning forward, he sweptTracy 's hair away from her neck.

Tracy's breath caught in her throat as she felt his fangs at her throat. There was no pain, just a quick heat followed by a wave of languorous pleasure.

As from far away, she heard a sudden intake of breath from the watching vampires as the scent of her blood filled the air.

She opened her eyes when Dominic's tongue laved the wounds. "And now, to complete the ritual, she must drink from you." Tracystared at Petrina , unable to believe her ears.Drink from Dominic?
He was watching her, waiting.

"Dominic…"

His gaze held hers captive. "It will not make you vampire," he said. "It will only bind us together."

Dared she trust him? What would happen if she refused? She met Petrina's taunting gaze, knew the vampire was doing this out of spite. Determined not to give Petrina the satisfaction of knowing she was afraid,Tracy smiled at Dominic. "I'm ready."

Love and admiration shone in his eyes as he made a shallow gash in his wrist and offered it to her.

Tracy's smile faded as she stared at the bright red blood. She had licked her own blood on more than one occasion, wiping it away with her tongue when she sustained a paper cut, or scraped her finger on a thorn.But this…

Leaning forward, she closed her eyes and licked a drop of blood from Dominic's skin. It was fiery hot, and sweet.

"It is done." Dominic's voice echoed off the walls like rolling thunder.
"So it is," Petrina said.

Marcus smiled atTracy . "Welcome toThe Catacombs." "Thank you."

The other vampires drifted back to the bar or to their tables. Dominic drewTracy into his arms as the piano player began to play again.
When she started to speak, he shook his head. "Later."

When the song ended, he led her to the bar. He ordered "the usual" for himself and a glass of orange juice for her.