Taming the Vampire: Over 25 All New Paranormal Alpha Male Tales of Contemporary, Military, Shifters, Billionaires, Werewolves, Magic, Fae, Witches, Dragons, Demons & More

by Mandy M. Roth

  “Open those beautiful eyes, Sage.”

  Rough hands slid beneath her shoulder blades and raising her to a sitting position. She forced her eyes to flutter open and was instantly rewarded by the sight of Marcus’s beautiful face only inches from her own. She raised her hand, brushing back the lock of black hair that had fallen forward. “What are you doing to me?” she asked, her gaze lost in his.

  “Loving you, baby. Loving my mate.” He leaned forward and placed an open-mouthed kiss against her heavily beating pulse. “Now let’s get you naked.”

  “Okay,” she smiled. He grinned back and eased the shirt from her body. Still holding her gaze, his fingers undid the hook of her bra. Gently, he pushed his hands beneath the cups, covering her flesh with his hands as her bra fell away. His gaze lowered and she knew he was watching her. Her nipples hardened under his intense scrutiny. His lips touched her needy flesh just as she collapsed back against the soft cover of his bed.

  Her breasts were perfection, he thought to himself as he sucked her berry-colored nipples. But, then so was her entire body. He kissed his way down her torso, stopping to play with her navel. And her pussy. He’d told her the truth when he said he wanted to taste it. Taste her. Her want, her need, her desire.

  “So pretty and pink. And wet,” he murmured against her body. He stroked his tongue up her body, placing a teasing kiss on her clit when he reached the top. With his thumbs, he spread her lips, breathing in her fragrance. So fucking beautiful, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and started to eat at her, licking stroking, biting, sucking. He couldn’t get enough. His fangs dropped, and he didn’t try to control them. He used them to tease the aching bud at the top of her slit. It made her writhe under him, scream out his name. He thrust two fingers inside her, adding to her pleasure. It didn’t take him long to find the place inside her that made her hips buck from the bed. He rubbed the rough patch, making her juices flow. His mouth watered to taste them.

  “Enough, Marcus,” she said, her fingers digging into his forearms.

  He didn’t stop. She was at his mercy, her body his to torment. He pulled his fingers out, wiping them against her thigh before burying his face in her pussy. He opened his mouth, tasting all the delicious nectar her body had produced. For him. When he sensed she really could take no more, he sucked her clit into his mouth and sent her over the edge with a sharp prick of his fang.

  He jerked himself upright and knelt between her splayed thighs, the moisture from her release coating the curls covering her mound. His cock pointed straight to her pussy, eager to thrust inside. She lay on the bed, panting, her breasts rising and falling with each gasping breath. He reached down, pulling at the nipples.

  “Open your eyes,” he rasped.

  She did as he asked, her heavy lids slowly opening, her eyes, dark brown, glazed with desire. He tugged more sharply on her distended nipples, making her cry out. “Focus, Sage. Keep your eyes open,” he commanded. “I want to watch you. I want to see your eyes when I take you. Make you mine.”

  He placed his hands on her hips, holding her still for his possession. Urgency gripped him, clawed at his gut, and drove him to the edge of sanity. Her heated, smoky gaze met his and she lifted her hips, opening to him, welcoming him.

  The primitive urge to mate overpowered him, blinded him. In one swift, hard stroke, he drove his cock into her waiting pussy. The both cried out, their bodies grinding against each other as he took her, made her his. As he fucked her sweet pussy, another urge raced through him. One, which he had denied himself for so long.

  The sweet scent of her blood called to him. Not with the hunger of the body, but that of the heart. The soul. The darkness he’d felt inside him for so many years was gone, replaced by the need to protect and care for this woman. Mate with this woman.

  He fell against her, keeping his weight from crushing her with one arm. “I need to taste you, Sage,” he groaned against her throat. “I need to taste you now.”

  Her hands clasped his head, her fingers tangling tightly in his hair. “Do it, Marcus. Do it, my love.”

  Sage shivered as Marcus eased back so she could see his face. She watched in fascination as he opened his mouth and his fangs descended. She nodded in reassurance and gently pulled his head back to her neck.

  “This will hurt,” he murmured in her ear, seconds before the sharp tips of his fangs impaled her flesh. Her head started to swirl as she felt her blood leaving her body. All coherent thought fled as he began to move, his cock thrusting in and out of her body, the urgency of his possession increasing in time to the pull at her throat. Exquisite pleasure, pleasure she hadn’t known could even exist in the world, swelled over her, even as his cock swelled inside her.

  “Marcus,” she groaned, feeling her orgasm building, becoming a white-hot ball of need that she knew, just knew, would consume her. His fangs eased from her neck, and she felt the rough caress of her tongue as he tended to her wound. He never stopped fucking her, though, his cock keeping the same lust building rhythm.

  “Hold on.” Marcus’ shifted, pushing her knees back, opening her to him as he raced them to completion.

  She cried out, shuddering under him, through him, driving him to his own shattering release. When it was over, Sage didn’t know if she was alive or dead. But then, she felt the slow jerk of his cock as he remained inside her and knew she was indeed, very much alive.

  The rain melted against the windows as they sat in the middle of the bed, watching the storm rage. “How could this happened so quickly,” she asked, opening her mouth to take the strawberry he offered.

  “The rain?” He took one for himself. He’d been correct, they had needed the sustenance after their mating.

  “No, us.”

  He laughed, and she punched him in the shoulder. “You might think you’re the perfect package, but I’m not a woman who usually succumbs to a pretty face.”

  He took her closed fist and kissed the clenched knuckles. “That wasn’t why I was laughing. I was laughing because you thought it happened so fast.”

  “It did.”

  “No, only in the human realm would this be considered happening too fast.” He sat the tray of food aside and pulled her over his lap. “Do you realize what all had to happen before this,” he motioned between their two bodies, “before we, could happen?”

  “I don’t know. I never thought of it that way.”

  “Well, first, I had to become a vampire. I had to live years and years alone, searching for you.”

  Sage protested, but he cut her off. “I’m not complaining. I’m grateful for what I became. Grateful, Sage. Always remember that.” He pressed a hard, decadent kiss to her lips before continuing. “Then, your grandmother had to inherit her powers and pass them along to you. She and your parents had to make the decision to bind your abilities until you were older.”

  When she started to speak, he kissed her again “You might not like the fact that you were kept in the dark for so long, but it was for a purpose. If you had gotten your powers sooner, you might never have come back here.”

  “Or, I would have come back sooner,” she pointed out.

  “But, your car might not have broken down. I might not have been here when you returned. A number of things could have gone wrong, Sage, and we might never have met.”

  “That would have been bad. Very, very bad,” she agreed, starting to rock herself against the hardening ridge of flesh between her legs.

  He threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her close. “So very bad, Sage.”

  His kiss was through and arousing, making the moisture in her pussy flow from her body even faster. Sage had always wondered about fate and happenstance and not for the first time in the last several hours had she wondered what she’d done to deserve this happy twist of fate.

  “Ride me,” Marcus ordered, moving his mouth from her lips to travel down her throat. He licked across the still healing skin of his mating bite. She knew she’d have more, less intense
love bites covering her skin come the morning, and she could hardly wait to receive them. Right now she wanted to receive something else.

  She rose to her knees and reached between their bodies as he continued to lick and suck on her skin, moving lowered to take a needy nipple into his mouth. She clutched his cock and rubbed it against the outer lips of her pussy, getting it nice and wet before seating it against her entrance. Once she was sure it would stay in place, she put her hands on Marcus’s shoulders and slowly lowered herself. They both moaned as his large, mushroomed shape head slid inside.

  His hands cupped her buttocks, holding her still for a moment. “Okay, baby? Not too sore?”

  “No,” she shook her head wildly, the dark strands of her hair whipping around them. “More, I need more.”

  “Right, sweetheart.” He lowered his hands, his fingers gripping the insides of her thighs as he spread her legs wider. “Take me, Sage, make me yours.” His movement forced almost half of his length inside her at once, and she cried out. Yeah, she was sore, but she needed this, needed him so much more than she needed to play it safe. She was through playing it safe. She bit her lip and rocked, forcing him deeper and deeper.

  “Marcus,” she panted his name as her body did all that it could.

  “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He moved, impaling her onto his body with one sharp thrust. “Take it, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “Take my cock.” Again and again, he thrust inside her, his large hands holding her still as he savagely fucked her.

  He felt his seed building inside him and knew what was about to happen. He felt somewhat guilty that they hadn’t discussed the possibility of her getting pregnant, but then again, they hadn’t discussed a lot of things yet. This was only the beginning of their journey together.

  “Sage,” he bit out her name. “If you claim me, and I come inside you.”

  “I know, Marcus, I know.” She ground her pussy against him at his next thrust and leaned forward. He felt the soft warmth of her lips as he continued to pump inside her, continued to take his mate.

  Sage groaned in frustration as she tried to claim Marcus. Her human teeth were not made for claiming a mate like this, for biting into their flesh and tasting their blood. He let go of her thighs and grabbed the back of her head, pressing it to his throat. “Bite me, Sage. Bite me hard.”

  He groaned in pleasure and pain as her small teeth broke his flesh and he felt his blood race through into her. Her hips started bucking, and he knew she felt the swell of ecstasy as well. He kept her mouth pressed to his bleeding flesh, making sure she drank enough to complete the bond. When he felt the warm flare in his chest signaling they had indeed bounded, he dropped his hands back to her hips. Again and again, he thrust up inside her, bending his legs to get the leverage he needed to fuck deep into her sweet pussy.

  He needed…he wanted…he roared as he felt the heat burst from his body, felt the jet of his seed coat the inside her womb. Instinctively, he lowered his head and sank his teeth into the side of her throat, drinking her blood.

  His hands shook as he held her, his cock pulsing, jerking inside her, her blood streaming down his throat. His release seemed to go on and on.

  Finally, his release stopped. Gently, he pulled his fangs from her throat and sealed the puncture wounds with his tongue. He winced when he saw the flesh around his bite already turning a deep purple. Sage’s head lulled against his chest, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow and rapid, her face, to him, a chalky white.

  “Sage?” Terror gripped him. Had he hurt her? Took too much blood?

  “Mmm,” she murmured, slowly opening her eyes. He saw a flash of silver and knew everything would be alright. Since she was a witch, he would have no need to turn her to ensure she lived as long as he did. But, sharing of his blood with her would make her almost immortal, combating any disease or injury she might sustain.

  “Sage. Are you alright?”

  “What do you mean by alright?”

  “Sage.” His voice held a dark warning.

  She reached up and cupped his jaw in her hand, her fingers scraping over the late night stubble of his beard. “If you mean do I feel like I’ve been run over by a freight train. Then, yes I’m alright. If you’re asking if I just had the best orgasm of my life, then yes I’m alright. And, if you mean, do I love you even more, then yes, I’m alright.”

  “You are going to prove a handful aren’t you?” He smiled down at her, his heart, a heart that he hadn’t felt beat so rapidly in centuries, swelling with love for the woman nestled in his arms.

  “You betcha, vampire man. You betcha.”

  The End

  About Marie Mason

  Marie Mason has always known she wanted to be a writer. Trouble was, the world wouldn’t let her. That all changed two years ago when she threw off the chains of responsibility and put pen to paper. Since then, she’s written more than twelve novellas and achieved the honor of being a New York Times and USA Today best selling author.

  www.mariemasonwrites.com

  Vampire's Kiss by Mina Carter

  Vampire's Kiss by Mina Carter

  Death meets the undead and sparks will fly…

  Valkyrie warrioress Tove has spent all her long life ushering the souls of the worthy to Valhalla. It’s not an easy job. For a lot of the big, bad and ugly of the paranormal variety out there, a soul makes a tasty snack. She’s fought demons and evil of all types to make sure the souls she’s trusted to protect get where they need to go. And she’s damn good at it… so much so, her reputation amongst her sisters precedes her. She’s the Widow, a valkyrie who gets the job done, no matter what.

  Until she gets caught in a demon’s trap powered by valkyrie blood, the blood of one of her sisters, and comes face to face with that most seductive of creatures; a vampire earl.

  She should shred his ribcage and rip his dead heart out… not give into the urge to kiss him senseless. But tall, blonde and fangy is more than he’s letting on, and she needs to find out what, and where he’s keeping her sister captive, preferably before her traitorous feminine instincts have her giving in to his kiss…

  Dead and something…else, all his life he’s been at war with himself.

  A born vampire, Zane is mad, bad and dangerous… feared by all vampirekind in the city, probably the continent. The youngest vampire earl in living memory, he’s also the most powerful of his kind he’s ever encountered.

  But he has a secret… darkness lurks within him, deeper that the black blood of a vampire. Darkness and power that scares even him.

  Until her… When one of his minions manages to trap a valkyrie, Zane knows his days of running are over. Just one look at the beautiful warrioress heats his blood and wakes something darker within. He has to have her, even if claiming her means all his secrets come to light.

  But someone would really prefer it if their happily ever after was a happily never after, and they’re prepared to kill to get their way.

  When his love’s life is on the line, will Zane face his own demons to save her life?

  Chapter 1

  He fucking hated vampires. He wanted to kill them all. Every last fucking one of them. Tear their disgusting spines out of their dead bodies and watch them burn to ash. Rip their heads off and revel in their screams as they ran from him, knowing there was no escape. No mercy. There was nothing for them but fire and death at his hands.

  There was just one problem.

  He was their leader. Their earl.

  And he still wanted to kill every last one of them.

  Zane leaned his chin on the back of his hand and sighed as he watched the antics of his courtiers from his place at the head of the room. The “court” itself was an old warehouse, the windows boarded up to stop the sunlight and the interior filled with a mishmash of furniture culled from elsewhere. Antique couches shared space with plastic chairs from fast food joints, and elegant drapes hung from rusted overhead beams.

  Candles burned everywhere, casting a wa
rm glow over scenes that belonged in a horror movie as his men entertained themselves with their blood slaves. Zane’s gaze slid from one vamp, his blood slave bent over his arm as he ripped at her neck, to a threesome on the next couch. Pale asses flashed in unison as they fucked her at the same time, cocks buried deeply in her cunt and ass with their fangs in both sides of her throat.

  He sighed again and rubbed his forehead. Fuck. Some days he needed eye-bleach. A gallon of it. There were some things a guy just couldn’t unsee, and Gregori’s naked ass flashing in that obscene way was one of them.

  Leaning his head back, he let his eyes drift out of focus and tried to shut the sounds of revelry out. At one time he would have joined in. Not just joined in but led it… gloried in the depravity, seeking ever more sick and twisted pleasures until even vampire-kind uttered his name in hushed whispers.

  Now? It sickened him.

  Perhaps he was getting old?

  Opening his eyes again, he looked around the room. No, he wasn’t getting old. At just over fifty, he should have been barely a child for a vampire, but he wasn’t just any vamp. Most vampires were of the bitten kind, the whole blood deal… drink my blood and live forever. At least that’s what most sires promised when they turned their blood slaves to vampires.

  What they didn’t tell them about were the years of being literally the bottom rung of the ladder. Years of being everyone who was stronger’s bitch. Years of scheming and plotting to raise your status in the court. Most younglings didn’t survive their first ten decade, let alone the century needed to become at least halfway powerful.

  Zane hadn’t needed a century.

  Born a vampire, power had flowed through his veins from the moment he’d opened his eyes. By the time he could walk, he’d been able to control all the blood slaves at court, regardless of who they called master. Even those belonging to his father, a vampire earl with more than seven centuries under his belt.