Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me

 Book #1

On the run from my homicidal stepfather, I take shelter in a spooky old library and trigger the protective instincts of two dominant, kinky vampires who are hiding from their own mysterious and violent pasts.

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The young woman flinches in my grasp before going still. I cock my head. Consider her strange reaction. She isn’t fighting?

It can’t be an accident that she’s in the BDSM room. She could be into the scene.

She feels like a natural submissive.

A beautiful one, too. Her light brown hair is soft against my fingers. I have better-than-human ability to see in the dark, so I can discern the hazel of her eyes, the pink of her lips, the curve of her generous mouth. Her body is crunched into this godawful cupboard, so I don’t have a good sense of her figure.

Her scent, though. Quite lovely. How could Xander not notice it? His sense of smell is stronger than mine.

“Well, aren’t you cozy in there?” I say.

She gives a full-body shiver, but still she does not fight my grasp.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go.” Her voice is a whisper, her voice throaty and low. Combined with her scent, her angelic face, it goes straight to my cock.

I’m responding to her in ways that I thought long dormant. Arousal, domination—those are easy for me. Sex and feeding do not need to be connected to emotions or even much care beyond the basic niceties.

But I’m feeling this girl’s presence in my fucking chest. I haven’t felt anything quite like this before.

Wait, that’s not true. Hell.

Elisabeth. I felt something like this for her.

Anger follows my wonderment. This young woman has been hiding here, eluding Xander and me. She’s been here for several days if I’m to assume she’s been here since I first picked up her scent.

Right under my very nose, all along.

“Come with me,” I say, releasing her hair.




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