Story Excerpt

“They’re all dead. I killed them. All of them, slaughtered them,” I whispered in horror, glancing around at the carnage in front of me as I crouched in the corner, my head leaning against the cold wall. The broken table sat in the center of the warehouse, and droplets of dried blood from the five dead and broken bodies surrounding me decorated the gray walls in garish splatters. Smaller pools of blood around the bodies glittered on the concrete floor in the half-light.

Looking at the man closest to me, I could see that his eyes were still open. I remember how his stare had changed from hate to fear to complete emptiness as the life had drained from him.

“What did you kill? Some rats piss you off in DC?” My eldest brother chuckled lightheartedly.

“Humans.” That one word hung in the air for a moment as if both of us were wishing the truth away. I felt my insides twist sickeningly.

“You killed humans? Dear god, Damian! Why?” Victor hissed into the phone, and I knew he wasn’t alone wherever he was.

“They took me, and they were going to—”

“So it was self-defense?” I hoped so, or I was in a lot of trouble. But I didn’t know if being willing to go home with one man and then being drugged and waking with five around me would be explainable to the Council. “Don’t move, okay? I’ll track your phone and drive over.”

“I’m sorry,” I gasped as the pain I felt in my entire body radiated out and intensified. “I might not be conscious when you get here to help you. I didn’t mean to kill them.”

“What?” he roared, and some part of my foggy mind realized I should maybe have mentioned I was hurt. “Why didn’t you say you were injured?”

What was there to say? You didn’t ask sounded like an asshole thing to say since I was calling him for help. And we’ve been on the phone only like a minute wasn’t much better. But I knew what he meant. It should have been the first thing out of my mouth instead of confessing I killed my attackers.

“How bad?” he asked after barking out some orders at someone in the background.

“I haven’t had blood in over a week,” I admitted sheepishly. Fuck. There was no way of hiding how I lived my life after this. “Vic, please don’t tell everyone. Please, brother. I–I can’t have them know and see me like this.” I felt a few tears escape my eyes. “I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but I can’t in front of everyone.”

He was quiet a moment, and I worried that we’d lost the connection. “Okay, baby bro. I’ll just bring Micah and Riley since we’ll need him if you’re hurt.”

“No, please,” I whimpered, knowing it was a lost cause. Once Victor made a decision, the moon was easier to move.

“Final offer or I call Mom.” Yup, figured it would be like that.

“Micah and Riley,” I whispered.

“That’s what I thought,” he replied and then softened his tone. “The chopper should be ready in five minutes. They’re already on their way. We’re leaving from the warrior compound, okay? It shouldn’t take long. How bad are you?”

“I don’t think it’s life threatening but I’m pretty mangled and cut up. They were drawing it out.” I rolled my eyes at how stupid it sounded. And the moment it was out of my mouth, I knew what he was going to ask next.

“So what information were they torturing you for?” Yep, that was it.

“Vic,” I sighed, realizing I was going to have to say the words at some point in time. “They drugged me at a club. I woke up naked, strapped down to a table while five men did the most sadistic foreplay ever to me as I tried to get past the drugs. But when one went to—to enter, I freaked. I don’t know if it was adrenaline, but suddenly I could move and feel my head. I broke the table and killed them all.”

“Good. I’m sorry it was you who did it, but someone in this family would have killed the bastards. We’ll be there shortly.” Vic hung up without another word. I loved my eldest brother. Hell, I loved all my brothers, but Vic and I were really tight. And that man had an evil streak a mile wide when it came to his family.

I closed my eyes for few seconds before glancing over at the bodies strewn about and realizing I might have done them a favor. I’d done it quick, fighting for survival. With six older brothers and a mother who was probably more vicious than all of them when it came to her kids, these humans would have suffered greatly in any of their hands.

But how many other lives might I have just destroyed? There were seven of us brothers, and I worried that when people found out what happened here, it would be held against them as well. It was Victor, then Stefan, Gabriel, Micah, Virgil, Remus, and then me. I was seventy-six years old and still they treated me like I was twelve. But at least I wasn’t the shortest, too.

There were normal vampires who ranged in all shapes and sizes just like humans did. Then there were some of us who were born warriors. When we went through our transitions at puberty to become full vampires who needed blood to survive, some of us grew massive. I’d been about five-three before my transition at fourteen, which was early for most, and six-four after it was over. Our large stature and ability to bulk on major muscle was what determined we would be warriors of our race.

Why did strong, fast, almost invincible vampires need their own warriors? Demons.

Adult Excerpt

“Will you bite me again?”

“Always, amante,” I purred as I started to undress him. “I will take you places you’ve never been before.”

“Sounds nice,” he panted, rolling onto his back and staring up at me with those wondrous kelly-green eyes. Already they were changing color again, becoming lighter and almost iridescent.

“Get lube,” I growled as I drank in his naked, firm, muscular, sexy-as-all-fuck body. My mate nodded and quickly rolled over and reached into the nightstand as I yanked off my scrubs. By the time he was back to me, I had removed all my clothes.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered with a tone of awe, and then his eyes went wide. “And huge! Fuck! That thing is like monster-truck size.”

“You like?” I chuckled, palming my cock. It was rather large, probably at least twelve inches and wider than any I’d ever seen.

“Yes, don’t stretch me,” Damian moaned as his eyes glazed over with lust.

“Oh, my amante likes pain in his ass as well, does he?” Damian nodded as he handed me the lube, still focused on my dick as he licked his lips. The little imp. I knew I wouldn’t last long with the looks he was giving me and needed to get into his sweet ass before I exploded. “On your back.”

“Yes, master,” he purred, and I raised an eyebrow at him. “No good?”

“I do not like that word,” I answered with a nod as he moved into position. “I master your pleasure, not you.”

“What do I get to call you then?” I knew what I wanted. It had always been the one thing I wanted and waited to hear when I found my mate.

“I’d like it if you called me mi alma, my soul,” I whispered as I placed my body in between his legs.

“I like that. Mi alma,” he said with a smile. “It’s romantic.”

I nodded but inside was shivering. I knew nothing of romance. Sure, I could be loving, affectionate, and tender in the bedroom at times, but real romance was more than just sex and scared the living shit out of me.

Not wanting him to focus on the term and the moment, I quickly slicked up my cock and rubbed some excess lube around his hole. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to be prepared better?”

“Yes, I like the burn,” he admitted, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. I’m sure he did, but I was well-endowed and I was worried I’d hurt him. But our first time together I couldn’t doubt him or make it seem as if what he wanted was wrong in some way. I nodded and leaned over him as I moved my cock to his hole.

Licking his nipple, I teased his ass. Damian moaned and squirmed under me. Then I let him see my fangs were out before I bit his right nipple, at the same time thrusting just the head of my cock inside of him.

“Fuck!” he shouted, bucking under me. Then he paused. “Do you want me quiet or loud?”

I pulled out my fangs, making sure not to lick the bite closed just yet. “I prefer loud, but I want to hear your natural pleasure, not something forced.”

“I’m normally loud, but I know it displeases some Doms.”

“Scream away, amante,” I purred, pushing more of my cock into him. Damian gasped in pleasure and arched his back. “I like a little dirty talk if that is okay?”

His cock twitched against his stomach, already filled back up, and I knew he more than liked the idea.

“See, we are perfectly matched,” I groaned in bliss, knowing he liked everything I did. That and his ass was exquisite. The fit was too tight, and it felt as if he might strangle my cock, but it was wondrous. “You want more, my little slut? Beg for my cock.”

His eyes went wide, his head snapping up to look at me, and I froze, thinking I’d gone too far. “Please, mi alma, fuck me so hard it hurts. Take me like the whore I am. Your whore only.” I shivered. Damian was perfect. I grabbed his hips tightly, letting my short nails sink into his flesh, and thrust forward hard, bottoming out inside of him as I bit into his other nipple. “Yes! Fuck your slut. Oh god, I’ve never been so full!”

“Is this tight ass all mine, Damian?” I growled, raking my fangs over his collarbone when I was done with his nipple. “Your hole is just begging for me to fill it, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes,” he gasped, raising his hips to meet mine. I was impressed that such a tight hole could even accommodate me and that he liked it. Then again, after some of the shit I saw in that container, the pain he was feeling now was mild compared to what he’d tried before. “I’m all yours, mi alma. My ass is just for your cock whenever you want.”

“Right answer.”