The Born Vampire series: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance (The Complete Series, NSFW Edition)

by Elizabeth Dunlap

  I hated the thought of Cameron and Renard locked in the coffins. I was glad I hadn’t been there to hear Cameron scream. It would’ve destroyed any bit of sanity I’d managed to scrounge up for this visit.

  He saw my face and knew what I was thinking about. “I thought knowing what I knew, and hearing the screams every year would prepare me, but…” He shook his head slightly, trying to shake the memory off. “It didn’t.” He took a heavy breath and stared at the ceiling. “So,” he said to divert the conversation. “How are you? I mean besides being locked up in here for months. Olivier says you had a boyfriend?”

  Had Knight been my boyfriend? I pressed my mouth together and fiddled with the hem of my dress. “Yeah, kind of. I met a werewolf.”

  Cameron looked shocked, but he was grinning from ear to ear. “You hooked up with a werewolf? You bad girl, you. What a rebel.” I rolled my eyes and almost smiled. “What happened with him?”

  “He umm…” The lace on my dress hem strained from me pulling on it. “They took him away. To be executed.” Cameron stilled and waited for me to say more. “I miss him. Every day. But he’s… he’s gone. They won’t let him live. I know they won’t.” It was silent as I tried not to let the tears come out.

  “I’m sorry, sis,” Cameron said after a few minutes.

  I gave him a little smile. “You never called me sister before. I’ll have to get used to that.”

  He smiled back. “Go ahead. I’ve got time.”

  Just as I’d started to feel a tiny bit better, Arthur slammed the door open, ruining the moment. “Visit’s over,” he declared. Cameron hugged me tightly and left. As soon as he was gone, I smelled lilacs right behind me. I turned and buried my face in Balthazar’s coat. If I held him close enough, I could pretend I was hugging someone else. The only person I wanted to hold in my arms.

  “Where have you been, you dick?” I mumbled against his jacket.

  “I’m sorry, my love. I got here as soon as I could.”

  I missed Knight so much. I missed Cameron already. I missed being outside of my room. I hated that Cameron had been turned, even if it was what he wanted. I couldn’t take this anymore. Every part of me was numb, and I needed to feel alive again.

  I looked up at Balthazar, tears running down my cheeks, and pleaded, “Make me forget.” And I did something I had tried to never do, but once it had been done, I couldn’t take it back. “Oh fuck it.”

  I kissed him.

  He was shocked at first, how could he not be, but he leaned into the kiss and caressed my cheeks with his large beautiful hands. Kissing him felt as amazing as I’d always pictured it would be. When he pulled away from me, he looked wary, but there was a flush on his face that was particularly pleasing. “What are you doing, pet?”

  “I’m never going to see Knight again. The Council is debating my fate as we speak. It doesn’t matter what I do anymore. I’m going to die soon, and you have never chastised me for anything in my life, so don’t you dare start now. I’m dying inside, please, Balthazar.”

  Balthazar was clearly having an internal struggle over whether to have a moral complex about kissing me, but eventually, his instincts won out and he grabbed me for another soul searing kiss. “Oh, I’ve missed kissing,” he breathed against my lips. I wondered how long it had been since he’d kissed someone.

  Kissing him felt right, and wrong at the same time. Right because somehow being with him made sense. Wrong because I still longed for Knight, and I had no room for anyone else right now. Maybe ever. That hardly mattered, and I pushed all other thoughts away.

  “I hope you’re going to do more than kiss me,” I challenged with a grin, suddenly feeling a burst of flame rise inside me.

  He leaned in and kissed down my neck and my knees felt weak. “I will do whatever you like, my love.” Straightening, he looked into my eyes. “Anything.”

  I pulled him closer until we were a breath away from each other.

  “Seduce me.”

  4. Underneath a god

  “Tell me what excites you.” Balthazar brought me into his arms and slowly, tenderly, kissed my lips, like he was worshipping them, and somehow it lessened the pain in my heart. His kiss made me feel as if I was the only thing that mattered to him, and I so badly needed to feel that. The kiss ended and I found myself searching blindly for his lips again. “I will tell you a secret, love, one that most men don’t understand.” I opened my eyes and looked up at him with his crystal blue eyes, silently wishing he’d kiss me again because it had stolen the words from my throat. “The key to a woman’s passion is her brain. Speak the right words and she will writhe beneath you like a bitch in heat.” His hands slowly glided down from my waist to cup both cheeks of my ass, and he kneaded them like they were dough beneath his grip. Gods, it felt amazing. I gasped and pushed closer to him, and he chuckled at me. “You like it when I play with your ass.”

  Gasping again, I managed to glare at him before my eyes rolled back with pleasure. “Don’t tease me.”

  “Hmm…” He leaned in and kissed slowly at my exposed neck. “I think you like being teased. You were aroused before, and now you’re dripping with passion. Did he tease you when he made you climax again and again?” Despite his kisses on my neck, the mention of Knight sobered me just enough where sadness tried to poke through. Balthazar’s power washed over me, that aura I’d felt my entire life but he’d never directed at me. It made my pussy throb with need, as if it hadn’t been already, and I forgot the pain in my heart. “This isn’t the time to be sad, my pet.” Balthazar’s hands found my back zipper and he slowly pulled it down until my dress fell to the floor. “I know he never fucked you, but how did you want him to take you? Roughly? Gently?” The aura surrounding me kept me from feeling anything but passion, and I was free to consider it. How had I wanted Knight to take me? Our few intimate moments, he’d been gentle and I loved it, but maybe I’d also wanted him to be a bit more… ungentlemanly.

  “Both,” I breathed. Balthazar’s hands moved from my ass and up, up, to my breasts. His mouth ceased its exploration of the planes of my neck, and chose instead to take a nipple between his teeth while his fingers tweaked the second bud. “Fuck yes,” I cried out. The moisture from my pussy was starting to drip down my legs.

  “Mmm,” he muttered against my tit. “You love having your nipples bitten.”

  “Stop talking and bite, you fuck!”

  He laughed at me again, and came back to my mouth to explore it with his tongue. It scorched a path along my lips. “I am learning all sorts of new things about you just now. For example.” Gripping my hips, he pulled me roughly against his body, and I felt his hard cock against my belly. “You want to be taken. Not made love to. Taken. If I took you right here, you would cream on my cock so many times, you would lose count.”

  Fucking hell, I was going to incinerate. Right here, right now. This level of arousal was something I’d never felt. Not with Knight, not with anyone. I could still feel the aura and I knew it was responsible, but frankly my dear, I didn’t give a fuck.

  “I said I liked it rough,” I reminded him breathlessly.

  “Mmm, I didn’t say rough. I said you want to be taken. They’re very different things. Taken means I fuck you as hard and as long as I want, and if you come then it’s because I fucking let you.” He emphasized his words with another tug on my hips, and goddd. He was right. All this talk was driving me absolutely wild. No amount of physical foreplay had ever turned me on this much. The slow drip between my legs was becoming a faucet.

  “Then stop the chit chat, and take me like the bastard you are,” I challenged him.

  And god, he did.

  Shoving me backward, he roughly undid his tie, staring at me like I was a fruitcake to be devoured. “Take your panties off right now.” My legs shook when I bent to remove them and I tossed them over where my dress lay on the carpet. “Hands and knees on the floor,” he ordered. A shiver fluttered over me as I obeyed him and got into position on the carpe
t. I’d never had a lover be this dominating. I wouldn’t like it all the time, but damn it was hot. “Stop thinking. Stay focused on me.”

  “If you ask me to call you master, it won’t happen,” I quipped, and his hand landed on my ass in a sharp crack.

  “You’re a glutton for punishment,” he whispered over me. On my hands and knees, the middle of my thighs was exposed to him, and he pulled my legs apart even further before running his fingers up and down my folds. “Don’t talk unless I say you can.” He slipped one finger inside me and pushed slowly in and out. “You’re as wet as a faucet down here. You are a needy little girl. Have you ever squirted?” My brain was turning to jelly, but I managed to shake my head, remembering he said not to speak. “You might before we’re finished. It sounds like it is very pleasurable for females. I say sound, because they’ve always screamed beneath me during it. Screams of passion are a beauty to behold.” His finger was still slowly moving in and out of me, and I felt myself climbing towards an orgasm just from that small touch. “Are you desperate for me yet?” I nodded, and some of my hair fell into my face, blocking my sight. “Are you going to come from me fucking you with my finger?” Yes. God yes. He chuckled at me and pulled his finger away, and I whimpered from the loss. I heard his belt clinking and then his hands were on my ass, kneading it again. “Last chance to change your mind, my love.”

  I smiled and loved him for still thinking of me, even this far into our intimacy. “Fuck me. Take me. Make me come,” I begged.

  He shoved his cock into me so hard I instantly climaxed and could hardly keep my arms steady. He was so big around, he stretched me to where it almost hurt. My walls shuddered around him and my orgasm went on and on, much longer than it normally did as he started fucking me.

  “Look at that,” he cooed, his hips slapping against my ass with every thrust. Though my body pulsed and shook, he didn’t slow his pace for one second. “You’ve already come for me. I’m going to make you do it again.” I moaned and my arms wobbled, and he fucked me as fast as he wanted to, like he promised he would. He was indeed taking me, and I loved it. “Fuck,” he breathed, almost groaning with need. “I haven’t been inside a woman in over four hundred years. You’re so tight, I could die.” My pussy must’ve felt like ecstasy to him. He certainly felt like ecstasy to me, because goddamn I was swirling with it. Every other thrust inside me, his balls slapped against my clit and I felt another climax rising. My moans tipped him off and he sunk his hands into my hips to keep me from moving away, just in case. “Coming again already? Such a needy girl.” I felt the tendrils of pleasure start to overtake me, and he pulled out suddenly.

  “Fuck! No, I was so close!” I yelped, and he gripped my waist before hauling me onto the bed.

  “I want you helpless beneath me. Remember, you come when I let you.” He positioned me in the middle of the headboard and used his tie to secure my hands above my head. I felt a bit of panic, and he leaned in for a gentle kiss. “Trust me. I will never hurt you.” I nodded, and he moved down my front, kissing a path until he reached my clit. He blew on it and I felt like I was going to die from the sensation. “Did he lick your pussy?” I shook my head. It would’ve been amazing, though. “You smell divine. Like a feast. I will resist the temptation since he never devoured you.” Sitting up, he took my legs and positioned them on either side of his hips, and he thrust into my pussy. The more he fucked, the more I wanted to rub my clit so I could come faster. That was probably why he’d tied my hands, so I would be completely at his mercy. He noticed me tugging on the bonds and laughed in his teasing manner. “You want to rub your clit? You want to come faster?” Yes, please. “Hmm, you don’t listen, do you? You can come, or you can just take my cock. I will fuck you until I’m satisfied.”

  And he did. He fucked me so hard, and every time I felt like I was going to climax he would stop until I came down, and then he would fuck me again. The pleasure rose until every thrust of his cock felt like I was on the verge of falling over the edge. The aura swirled over me, and I realize he was stopping me from coming with his power.

  Dick.

  “Please,” I begged, my toes curling and uncurling uncontrollably. “Balthazar, please. I need to…” I screamed out a moan and threw my head back for another wave of almost heaven. So close. I was so fucking close.

  “I can look like him.” I opened my eyes and saw Balthazar staring at me intently, his hips still thrusting. “It’s part of my powers. I can do it if you ask. It’ll be his face you see when you come.”

  No words. Just a nod. He nodded back, and undid the tie on my hands before a ripple overtook his entire body, and the man staring down at me was the dark skinned black haired cock of a man I loved.

  Tears came to my eyes and I drank in the sight before me, memorizing every plane of his face. I pulled that face down for a blinding kiss as Balthazar’s aura lifted and my body finally climaxed after holding it in for so long, and I felt the wet spot beneath me grow bigger from it. Waves and waves and waves, and I was in his arms, never wanting the pleasure to end. I’d never felt such pleasure. It covered every portion of my body like nothing else.

  The man in my arms thrust a few more times before shouting his completion, and he kissed me in that way where I felt needed. When I opened my eyes, it was Balthazar again, and I kissed him one last time, gently, before slumping my head back on the pillow to take a few gasping breaths.

  “I didn’t…” I started, and had to gasp in more air before I could speak. “I didn’t know you could do that. Turn into someone, I mean.”

  “Only for you,” he promised, and he laid down beside me, also out of breath. “Was I too rough?” I shook my head.

  “The bed is soaked.” I wiggled my ass, trying to get away from the puddle.

  He laughed. “You squirted. I told you I can make it happen. You sounded like it was the deepest pleasure in the universe.”

  More than a little winded, I put a hand over my eyes to try and recover. “It felt like it.” With Balthazar’s aura no longer on me, a tear escaped my eyes and I wanted more than anything that it had actually been Knight making love to me, and not my oldest friend.

  “Regrets?” I tried to shake my head, but I lay still. “I felt you before this, Lisbeth. And I know you needed to feel wanted. Please, love.” He rolled over to put his hand on my cheek and stroked it with his thumb. I opened my eyes and saw only a crystal blue ocean. “I will always be here for you, in whichever way you need.” He kissed me on the cheek this time. “You are my precious love. No matter what happens, okay?”

  Smiling, I tunneled myself into his arms, and felt warm all over.

  5. Asking for my opinion

  Knight’s scent enveloped me in my sleep, and it chased away all the grief and loneliness enough where I felt like I could breathe again. When I awoke the next morning, Balthazar was gone, with only the scent of lilacs on my pillow to remind me he’d been there. Burrowing in my blankets, I touched my fingers to my lips and remembered every delicious thing Balthazar had done to me.

  Fuck. I knew he was a sex god, but he’d picked me up and made me a drooling puddle of need. Even so, when I pictured him above me, I could only remember seeing Knight’s face. My body was heating, not with thoughts of Balthazar, but from the memory of Knight’s kisses, and Knight’s fevered touches on my skin. When he’d rubbed against me until I burst from the pleasure had been better than sex with anyone else.

  Balthazar could never hold a candle to him, even as a sex god.

  Before that night, I’d been dead inside, but as I lay in bed letting everything wash over me, I felt anything but numb. One night with Balthazar had put part of me back together, which was exactly why I’d done it. It wouldn’t last, but hopefully it would hold until my trial.

  “Breakfast,” Arthur called from the living room. Getting up, I put on a robe and stepped across my carpet to find Arthur standing in the open doorway already. A quick glance at the wall clock by the door told me he was off schedule, and
he was never off schedule.

  “It’s not 8 am,” I noted, taking the tray and the bag of blood. “You’re two hours late.”

  “I figured you needed some rest after what I heard going on in here.” Fuck. He’d heard everything. The teasing, the begging, the screaming. My cheeks flushed, and I turned from him to put the food down onto one of my end tables.

  “Trust you to not be a gentleman and leave your post to give me some privacy.” I picked up the blood bag and made a hole to suck through, emptying it quickly.

  “In hindsight, I’m sorry that I didn’t.” Oh really.

  “Pervert,” I tossed behind me, along with the blood bag for him to catch. “Next time you listen in on my sex life, I’ll kick you so hard you’ll never get a boner again.”

  “Noted,” he responded, and left the room.

  Shuddering, I picked up some food and started eating. Arthur knew what I sounded like during sex. Ugh, god, I’d never be able to forget that, and neither would he. Now he could play it back whenever he wanted to, like a fucking perv. My noises weren’t safe anymore. He had my freedom and my noises. Ass.

  After that, Arthur kept the conversations at a minimum and never looked me in the eye. I was very happy about that because it took me over a week to stop flushing when he walked in. I didn’t like him, do not mistake me, but now I felt exposed in front of him, like I was naked. Not a comforting image, being naked in front of Arthur. How would he even respond? Curled lip, vacant eyes like everything else, or maybe it would crack him finally. Food for thought.

  Days continued on in my tower prison like leaves falling from the trees. My sanity remained intact, but Balthazar did not return. Maybe I’d scared him off. Maybe I’d reminded him too much of the lady in my family that he loved once. Maybe I’d hurt him.

  Still, I replayed every moment of being with him several times, and it made for some very steamy self-pleasure, I must say. I was very careful to be as silent as possible so Arthur wouldn’t hear. Damn him.