by Bree Younger
All-American Vampires 1
Burn
Ty Buchanan, vampire and Council Shield, awakens after a night of partying with friends to find himself stripped and staked out. With dawn approaching, he knows his odds of surviving are not good.
Libby Shaw is a photography student whose latest assignment is to complete a series of wildlife studies. A friend has loaned her an isolated cabin, and she hopes to get some excellent shots. Instead, she stumbles upon the horribly burned body of a man. He’s alive. But barely.
When Libby saves Ty, she is plunged into a paranormal world she never knew existed. As Ty and Libby work to save themselves from an unknown enemy, they turn to one another and discover a passion that makes them both burn. The stakes get higher as the lovers are drawn into a world of bloodslaves, betrayal, and an enemy from Ty’s past reappears, bent on revenge.
Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 73,647 words
BURN
All-American Vampires 1
Bree Younger
EROTIC ROMANCE
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BURN
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BURN
All-American Vampires 1
BREE YOUNGER
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Prologue
Charleston Bay, 1806
Lying back on the bed in a negligent pose, Ty watched as the enticing woman in red walked toward him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the erotic sight of her hands moving up over her silken-clad stomach to squeeze the generous breasts that swelled up over the scandalously low neckline of her gown. Hot damn, but he was one lucky bastard. Mysterious and wantonly beautiful, Simone had enticed and teased both him and his brother for the entire journey from England to America, allowing each to steal a few kisses and intimate caresses during her regular evening strolls along the deck, until they were both all but panting after her whenever she made an appearance. But neither brother had made any real headway until she had sent a message to Ty that she would come to his room that night. She had asked him to say nothing to Quinn because she didn’t want to cause any problems between the two brothers, and he had readily agreed.
Now Ty gazed at the entrancing siren as he fumbled with the strings on his breeches, tangling them into knots in his careless eagerness to release his throbbing cock. He counted his blessings that the Madame had chosen him, and not his older brother, in what was promising to be the most decadent rendezvous of his life. The seven weeks of enforced celibacy on the return crossing had made for an uncomfortable and unhappy time. Thank God that was all ending tonight, and he could hardly wait to get his hands and lips on the luscious figure of Madame D’Amboise, or Simone, as she’d asked him to call her with a devilish gleam in her eyes.
He watched hungrily as she eased her gown off her shoulders and down until her nipples popped out over the dainty ruffled edge, hard and puckered into tight points. Ty’s mouth watered at the thought of tasting those rigid peaks, of taking them into his mouth and suckling them until she begged him to take her. That alluring accent of hers got his juices flowing whether she was asking him to pass the salt or telling him exactly what she wanted him to do to her with his hands and mouth. Many a night during the journey, he’d left the dinner table with an achingly hard cock and had to seek relief with his own hands. But not tonight. Tonight all those wicked fantasies and lurid daydreams would at last come to fruition.
The gown fell to the floor with a quiet shush. She stood before him unabashedly nude, making Ty lightheaded with the realization that she’d worn nothing beneath her dress all during their dinner earlier. No stays, no chemise. Not even bloomers. He wondered how often she’d come to the captain’s table during the journey in a similar state. Just the thought of her sitting between him and Quinn, bare beneath her gown amongst all the other guests at the table, made him even more aroused, if that was physically possible. At any time he might have slid his hand beneath her skirts and found her warm and moist center. His cock pulsed. Her red lips stretched into a wicked smile as if she knew exactly what he was thinking and feeling.
“Do you like what you see, mon cheri?” she huskily questioned as she slid both hands slowly up her taut, pale stomach to the trembling mounds of her breasts. Lifting one dainty finger to her mouth, she began suckling it, and he wished it was his cock she was using so intimately. His eyes hotly tracked that finger as it moved down to rub across one rosy nipple until it gleamed wetly in the candlelight. She began pinching those pointed nubs, twisting and tweaking first one and then the other, rolling them between her fingers.
Ty attacked his laces again with a near-desperate need, and she chuckled. With a groan of relief, he was finally able to shove his breeches down enough to pull out his engo
rged cock, and her smile widened. Slowly, he enclosed it in a firm grip and began stroking himself, his eyes locked on that tantalizing finger as it continued to tease over her trembling flesh.
Down, down that wicked finger moved, across the gentle curve of her stomach, delving briefly into her dainty navel. Ty muttered a muffled, “Damn.” His hands paused in their urgent strokes as she moved lower, tracing around the dark hair that covered her honeyed center. She parted those nether lips and showed him the beautiful pink folds which had been hidden from his view. One finger stroked over the small nub of her clitoris, and her hips arched up into the movement. He watched, mesmerized, as her finger dipped even lower, only to be pressed up into that hot channel. God, he wanted to fuck her.
Ty knew he should finish stripping off his own clothing, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. She withdrew her finger and held it out so that he could see the moisture shining wetly in the candlelight. Then she reached up and spread those luscious juices on her ripe nipples so that they, too, gleamed temptingly.
“Well? Do you like it?” The dulcet tone, spoken with a lush French accent, drew his gaze back up to meet hers. He nodded and licked his lips again. “Would you like to taste them, mon beau Tyler?”
He nodded again, unable to utter a single word.
She moved onto the bed, crawling forward, her eyes focused on Ty’s, until she was straddling his recumbent form. She lowered herself over him, her breasts dangling just above his impatient lips. He reached to pull her to him, and he heard her laugh. “Très enthousiaste,” she murmured as his mouth closed over one ripe tip.
She allowed Ty to worship her beautiful breasts for several more minutes, and he covered them with kisses and tiny love nips. He didn’t know how long he worshipped her body with his eager mouth, but he recognized the instant her movements became more frantic, her moans increasing in volume. When she began to climax, her back arched, and she flung her head back, moaning loudly and grinding herself into him. He sucked hard on her nipple, biting down with his teeth and worrying the sensitive flesh until she screamed out her pleasure.
She was still for several moments, her harsh breaths echoing in the dark room, until finally she looked down at him with a satisfied gleam in her eye. “Merci bien. Très, très bien. And now it is your turn, mon amour.”
She reached down and enclosed his cock in a tight grip, guiding his erection to her wet pussy. Then she shifted and in one quick movement she slid down and encased him in her glorious heat. “Incroyable.” Bending down, she gave him a lingering kiss. Ty reached up and slid his fingers into Simone’s hair. He pulled the pins from it and released it to tumble in a sensual fall around her face, enclosing the two of them in its shadowed cocoon. “Fuck me.” At Simone’s husky command, Ty began stroking in a slow, steady rhythm, pushing in and pulling out as the voluptuous beauty writhed and moaned above him. Her movements and obvious pleasure drove Ty on, and his pace picked up until he was pounding into her. The blood was throbbing in his ears. He was vaguely conscious that he should not be so rough with her, that he must be hurting her, but he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t be gentle. Dear God, he just wanted to slam himself into her until he reached fulfillment. He’d never been so careless with a woman before, not even in his first youthful experimentation. But right now, he did not care about Simone’s pleasure, about anything other than his own overwhelming need.
All he could do was thrust and thrust and thrust until at last his cock exploded into the most powerful orgasm of his life. Dimly he heard Simone’s own cry of completion seconds after his own. Then he was staring up into her face. Only, something was wrong. Her eyes. Her mouth. Something frightening, and he closed his eyes against the sight. And then he felt a pain in his neck and a drawing weakness.
He tried to cry out. To push her away. To struggle. Something was horribly, horribly wrong. But his strength was fading. Sounds of movement reached his ears. He forced his eyes open. The room was filled with people. No, not people. Monsters. Monsters with fangs and glowing eyes. He heard Simone speak dimly, as though down a long tunnel.
“Finish him, mes amis. I will go to take care of the brother. Join me when you are done here.”
He struggled harder, needing to warn his brother. But it was useless. He had no strength left. He felt himself surrounded, felt their teeth piercing his skin.
“Quinn,” he tried to yell out, but nothing emerged but a faint whisper.
And Ty knew there was no hope for either of them.
Chapter One
South Mississippi, present day
Ty’s head ached like a son of a bitch, which was strange because vampires didn’t often get headaches. And his mouth tasted like he’d been licking the inside of his own toilet. Good God Almighty, what the fuck had he done last night? He hadn’t felt this bad since that night he had played that stupid drinking game with tequila and AB negative. He must have really tied one on—he just wished he could remember it.
He and some friends had all gone out to a local bar, The Dark Well, a favorite hangout of the local paranormal community because it was private and discreet. After they had met up with a couple of werewolves they knew, they’d spent some time just chilling out and knocking back some Red Shots. He’d gotten a couple of phone numbers from some pretty young things and had hit the dance floor several times. Then things got a little hazy. He thought he remembered having some drinks with a hot, red-haired vampiress and shooting some pool, but that was about it. Well, he hoped like hell he’d had fun because he was sure as shit paying for it now.
Slowly, he pried his eyelids open. A night-dark sky filled his vision. He blinked to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. What the hell was he doing outside? Was this some kind of practical joke? He knew the guys had been watching way too much of that damned Tricked show. RJ thought that shit was hilarious, but Ty just thought it was dumbass. They’d better not have set him up for some crazy and embarrassing practical joke, or he’d have to kick some major ass.
He tried to push himself up, but his hands wouldn’t move. Looking over to his right, he saw that a chain was wrapped around his wrist and staked to the ground. At first his sluggish brain didn’t seem to register exactly what it was that he was seeing. He tugged again. It wouldn’t budge. “What the…?”
A harsh laugh erupted to his left, and he quickly turned his head toward the sound. Oh, fuck! This was not good. And definitely no practical joke. Towering above his prone body was a vamp he’d never seen before. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He tugged futilely at his bonds, but the iron chains held him securely. Even his legs were bound. He raised his head and looked down. They’d stripped him of everything but his boxers and staked him out. And dawn was approaching. He could feel it in his gut.
“Well, lookee what we got here, boys.” The vamp gestured toward where Ty lay, and for the first time Ty became aware of the other shadowy figures standing around. “This pretty-boy vamp seems to have gotten hisself into a bit of a bind.” His laugh turned to a sneer, and he spoke directly to Ty. “You think you’re so smart, don’t ya, sweet cheeks? Well, guess what? You ain’t.” More laughter, this time from the other side of his prone body.
Who the hell were they? Whoever they were, they had a hell of a lot of balls. Neither he nor Quinn were known for their forgiving natures. While the brothers tried to present a civilized front most of the time, those who had tried to take them on had quickly learned that they made formidable enemies. Killing Ty would bring Quinn down on them like a fucking hammer on a bug.
Another vamp stepped up. Only Ty recognized this one. He’d been at the bar last night, sitting at a corner booth and smoking some big-assed cigars. More details of the previous night were slowly coming back to him as the pounding in his head started to abate somewhat. He remembered he’d hooked up with the redhead for more than a drink in the alley in back of the bar. He’d fucked her hot and heavy up against the wall and sucked her blood until they’d both had screaming orgasms.
Afte
rward, he’d decided to call it a night and head back to their lair, but Mick and RJ had met a couple of wild twins and wanted to stay a little longer. He’d left them there and made his way to the parking lot. Just as he was about to get in his truck, he’d heard a step behind him. And that was it. Nothing after that but a blank wall. Shit, they must have knocked him out somehow and brought him here—wherever the hell here was. Ambushed like some fucking new-turned. If he got out of this alive, and he wasn’t that damn sure that he would, he’d never hear the end of it.
The second vampire approached and knelt down next to Ty. It was obvious just from the way he carried himself and the sharp gleam of cunning intelligence on his face that this was the man in charge. All the others looked like drooling escapees from some zombie movie. The vamp’s gaze traveled up and down Ty’s bound figure. “You’re in a pretty pickle, son. My mistress doesn’t like anybody sticking their nose in her business. You definitely got yourself in a world of trouble. And now it’s time to send a message—loud and clear—to your boss from my boss.” Ty spat at the threat and looked away, trying not to let his rising alarm and worry show.
Damn it, what the hell was this about? Sticking his nose in their business? The only thing he’d been investigating recently had been those drained bodies out in the swamp near the Mississippi-Louisiana border. Quinn had been concerned that a rogue was loose and wanted the matter taken care of before humans got wind of what was going on and started their own investigation. As the Master Vampire in the area, it was Quinn’s responsibility to handle that kind of thing for the Council. Ty, as Council Shield, had gone over to Waveland and nosed around. He’d examined the bodies—what was left after the alligators had finished with them—taken some pictures, asked a few questions, handled the disposal. That was it. Why the hell would anyone give a shit if he tracked down and killed a rogue vamp?