Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender

by Opal Carew

  “Yes, of course,” Liv snapped. “What the hell are those all about?”

  “I dreamed of you, too,” he said simply, ignoring her question in the most infuriating manner. “It was the only thing that kept me sane.”

  Crimson Debt

  Book 1 of the Paranormal Erotica series, Born to Darkness

  Evangeline Anderson

  Addison is a Non-Glam—one of the rare humans who is immune to vampire glamour and mind tricks.

  Corbin is a Four Star Master Vampire with piercing blue eyes and intentions to get Addison into his bed.

  She has no interest in the six foot four hunk of sexy vampire man candy until her best friend, Taylor, is given to the Vampire Inquisitor. Now to save her friend Addison must pay the Crimson Debt.

  Chapter One

  “So you’re working here of your own free will? No one has coerced you either mentally or physically into employment at Under the Fang?”

  The college age barmaid gave me a bored look and snapped her gum. “Yeah, I mean no, nobody forced me or anything. I’m here ‘cause the tips are great, Master Corbin won’t let anybody fuck with us, and I get as much glam-sex as I want for free. What’s not to like?”

  What indeed. I studied her eyes, looking for the telltale red pinprick in her pupils that denoted a thrall but there was nothing. There never was at Under the Fang, Tampa’s premiere glam-sex club, which always pissed me off. I would have loved to nail the owner’s hide to the wall. Self-satisfied bastard.

  Sitting on a raised dais in the center of the club was the bastard in question—Alec Corbin, a four-star master vamp who looked like a wet-dream come true. He was six four and probably around two twenty or two twenty-five, all of it muscle and he wasn’t shy about showing it off either. Right now he was wearing a tight black t-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and muscular chest and made his dark blond hair glow positively gold in the dim lights of the club. He’d died needing a shave but the dark blond stubble on his square jaw only added to his sex appeal and I was willing to bet that he knew it.

  However it wasn’t his size or his looks that drew the admiration of every fang freak in the sunshine state—it was Corbin’s eyes. Fringed thickly with dark lashes, they were a deceptively light silvery-blue that reminded me of the reflection on the surface of a lake. A mysterious body of water that had unexplored depths with monsters swimming somewhere down deep, just waiting to grab you and drag you under. Pretty on the surface and fucking scary underneath.

  Yeah, that was Corbin, all right.

  As though feeling my gaze on him, he looked up and smiled at me, showing just enough fang to be insulting. I met his monster’s eyes without fear and gave him a blank look back. I can do that because I’m an Auditor, but I don’t recommend it to your average garden variety human. Being one of the one in ten thousand who is immune to a vamp’s glamour and mind tricks comes in handy for me in my line of work, but if someone without my gifts was to try what I do, they’d be screwed six ways to Sunday.

  “Seriously, I mean this gig rocks. Where else do you get multiple orgasms as a bonus?”

  The chirpy voice of the barmaid drew me away from my staring contest with Corbin and I turned to look at her again. She had curly hair that was done up in a lot of tendrils around her round face and there was a fresh set of fang marks on her neck. Looking around the club, which was decorated in red, black, and silver, I saw more than one patron with a matching set. The sex for blood trade must be hustling tonight.

  “So you do the glam-sex thing a lot, do you?” I asked, wondering about the state of her gray matter. There haven’t been any studies to prove that glam-sex—that is mind-sex with a vampire—has long term side effects, but how often could you let another being alter your brain before it turned to mush?

  “Yeah, it’s great. Especially with Master Corbin. I mean, I only got it from him once, back when I first started, but wow.” She waved shyly at Corbin who didn’t bother to acknowledge her. His lack of attention didn’t seem to bother his employee, however. “It’s like amazing,” she gushed, grinning at me. “I mean, have you ever tried it?”

  “Can’t.” I pointed to the small black star tattooed at the outer corner of my right eye—the mark of an Auditor. I use makeup to cover it up when I’m out but the law mandates I keep it visible while I’m at work. It’s the same law that forces vamps to have their own tattoos—one star for every century they’ve been alive. Or undead, if you want to get technical. They use a special kind of ink—I’ve heard it’s blood based—in order to make a permanent mark on a vamp and even so it fades over time and they have to get it redone. Alec Corbin had four little blood red stars under his left eye. As far as I knew, he was the only four-star vamp in all of Florida, which was fine with me. The longer a vampire survives, the stronger he gets. Four stars are rare and scary enough, any more and you’re getting into truly frightening territory.

  “Oh, right.” The barmaid shook her head. “Vamps can’t glam you, huh? Bummer.”

  “I manage just fine,” I said dryly. “How does your boyfriend feel about you having glam-sex with the fangers every night?”

  “Oh, I haven’t dated anyone since just after I started here two years ago. I was going with this one guy—we were even thinking of getting married. But he got mad when I quit school to work at the Fang full time. He was all ‘Glam-sex is still cheating’ and I was like, ‘As if, asshole. They don’t even touch me.’ But he totally wouldn’t see it my way and he was being a jerk about the whole thing. So we broke up.”

  “So you quit school and you haven’t had a meaningful relationship outside the confines of your own head in two years? All just so you could work at a bar and get mind-fucked every night?” I asked bluntly. “Think about it—you could be married with kids and a career by now and instead you’re slinging beers for minimum wage. Is it really worth it?”

  The barmaid’s cheeks flushed an angry red. “You sound like my mom. Come to think of it, you kind of look like her too.”

  Okay, that hurt. Thirty was coming up pretty fast but I didn’t think I really looked my age. If anything, my bright red hair, big brown eyes, and freckles made me look younger than I was—a trait I hated but used to my advantage when I needed to. Probably what the girl was referring to was my choice of clothing. I was wearing a gray tailored pantsuit with black heels to add a little height to my five foot four inch frame. The cut of the suit was pretty severe and it didn’t show a bit of skin besides my hands and throat—a far cry from the barmaid’s daisy dukes and cut-up-to-here midriff t-shirt.

  “Forget I said anything,” I told her, snapping my citation pad shut. “What you do with your life is your business.”

  I was trying to make peace but she couldn’t let it drop. “Like you’ve done so much with yours,” she sneered. “You’re just some kind of bureaucrat who goes around and tries to ruin other people’s fun. Is this what you do all day? Ask people stupid boring questions?”

  “Actually, I also kill vampires sometimes,” I said pleasantly. “So my job isn’t all boring.”

  The girl’s mouth was suddenly hanging open and I had a moment of satisfaction when I thought I’d finally gotten through to her. Then a deep, cool voice behind me said, “I think you’ve annoyed Ms. Godwin quite enough for now, Bambie. Maybe you should go see if table five needs a refill on their drinks.”

  “Yes, Master Corbin.” The awe in her voice made me roll my eyes and she bowed and actually backed away, as though Corbin was some kind of royalty. Well, to fang freaks like her, he probably was.

  “Sorry about that. Bambie isn’t the brightest barmaid we have here at the Fang but she’s competent and reliable.” Corbin stepped around to face me and turned the force of his considerable charm on me like a spot light. I could feel the envious stares of the other women, and quite a few of the men in the club as well, as they watched us.

  “No problem. Just part of the job.” I met his eyes because I could. But just because he couldn’t glamour me d
idn’t mean it was easy to hold his unwavering silver-blue gaze.

  “The job which includes killing vampires,” he said blandly.

  I frowned. “That’s right.” I wore a Glock 22 loaded with hollow point bullets filled with silver nitrate and I knew how to use it. I’d only pulled the trigger twice—both times my life had been threatened—but I was also the state mandated button man—or button woman in my case. That is, when a vamp was sentenced to death, I was the one who pushed the button that opened the skylight in the sun room where our fanged friends were executed. Hey, somebody had to do it and it was part of my job. Not a part I particularly cared for but I wasn’t going to apologize for it either.

  Corbin seemed to sense my defensive mood because he changed the subject. “I trust you got the information you needed and that our little establishment passed your test with flying colors?” he asked smoothly.

  “You’re in compliance.” I couldn’t keep the annoyance out of my voice. Other vamp run establishments had regular complaints but Under the Fang never had a single problem. Every employee was perfectly happy, every customer completely satisfied. The local PD never even got any drunk and disorderly calls which was unheard of since the club had a full bar and last call wasn’t until five AM.

  “You sound disappointed.” Corbin grinned, showing more than a little fang, which really pissed me off. Not a lot of humans know it but displaying their fangs is more than just an expression of hunger for a vamp—it’s an outright sexual come-on. Corbin might as well have rubbed his hard-on against my thigh—that’s how subtle it was.

  “Why don’t you close your mouth, Corbin. I don’t appreciate your little display.”

  “You should be flattered,” he said mildly. “Not many breathers affect me this way.”

  “You get a hard-on for danger. Is that it?” I shifted my stance so my jacket fell open, revealing the Glock strapped under my arm. Unfortunately, Corbin’s silvery-blue eyes went to my breasts instead of my gun.

  “Let’s just say I like aggressive women.” He smiled at me, not retracting his fangs a bit. “It’s a great pity, though, that you have to use a weapon to back up your threat. It would be so much better if you had the physical strength to meet me as an equal.”

  “Why is that? You want to arm wrestle?”

  He laughed, a deep, rich sound that seemed to go right through me. “I think I’d prefer a different kind of wrestling and I don’t mean of the glam variety.”

  I could feel myself blushing and it pissed me off. Corbin was talking about sex— not mind-fucking but actual physical sex—which was highly illegal between humans and vampires. That’s because you can’t go to bed with a being strong enough to bend an iron bar in half and not wake up looking like road kill the next morning—if you wake up at all, that is. A vamp’s blood-lust combines with their fuck-lust when they try to have sex with a human and the result usually looks like a Jackson Pollock painting.

  “I see I’ve given you some food for thought,” Corbin noted when I didn’t answer his innuendo.

  “Yes. You have me thinking you’re offering more than glam-sex here, which, as you know, is against the law.”

  He crossed his arms over his broad chest and grinned. “I would never offer such a thing to a human—not unless she could handle it, Addison.”

  The use of my first name pissed me off even more, as he no doubt intended. I reached for my cuffs—the ones made of a tough silver alloy vamps can’t break. They’re also covered in velvet to keep their skin from burning on contact, which sort of ruins the effect in my opinion but whatever—they work.

  “You want me to bring you in for threatening an officer?”

  “Not threatening. Offering. You seem so tense—I just want to help you unwind.”

  “Because being torn limb from limb by a lust-crazed vamp is so relaxing. Thanks but no thanks, Corbin.”

  He waved my words away with a languid gesture. “That kind of outcome is strictly the result of an underage vampire who doesn’t know how to control him or herself. As we age, we gain finesse. I assure you, Addison, I could pleasure you both very thoroughly and very gently. You would come over and over.”

  Jenna's Punishment

  Jenna and her Best Friend's Father series

  Ruby Foxx

  Some secrets are worth pursuing,

  especially when discovering them means you might be punished!

  Copyright 2015 Ruby Foxx

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  I’m the alter ego of a New York Times best-selling erotic romance author. Think of me as the evil twin.

  My other half may write erotic love stories that push the limits, but I don’t know what limits are. When you crave the titillation that only the fulfillment of your wildest fantasies can give you, look no further than my short, sexy stories.

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  I picked up the box full of papers and carried it down the hall.

  “Here, Jenna, let me take that,” Cade said when he saw me heading to the basement door. “I told you, I’d carry the heavy boxes. You just stack them at the door.”

  Cade took the box from me, the muscles on his strong forearms flexing as he took the weight.

  “It wasn’t that heavy.”

  He laughed. “I already know you’re a hard worker, Lady Bug. You don’t need to pull a muscle proving it.”

  Cade was Molly’s dad. Molly had been my best friend all through high school and I’d spent a lot of weekends in this house on sleepovers and just hanging out. Cade had always made me feel welcome. He’d once told me that he was really glad I spent so much time with Molly. Since her mother was out of the picture, he was glad she had the female companionship.

  He was a nice guy, and since I’d come back from college, I’d started seeing him differently. He wasn’t just nice he was… well… sexy.

  I flushed at the thought, even as I watched his tight butt as he walked down the stairs with the box in his arms.

  Molly was studying overseas and wouldn’t be home this summer. I had stopped by to say hello to Cade when I got back in town for the summer, knowing he’d be missing Molly, and when I told him I hadn’t been able to find a summer job, he’d offered me work helping him de-clutter and reorganize his big house.

  I returned to the den where I’d been tidying up the file cabinet. I turned to the two tall bookshelves, wondering where to begin.

  “Why don’t we knock off for the afternoon? I thought we might go for a swim,” Cade said. “You brought your bathing suit, right?”

  I smiled. “I’m wearing it under my shorts.”

  His gaze lowered to my shorts, then glided down my long, naked legs. God, was he checking me out?

  If only. I sure had been checking him out over the past few days.

  But that was crazy. I had to stop thinking like that.

  I followed him through the house to the sliding patio doors, then out of the cool air into the hot sunny afternoon. I walked across the stone patio to the pool, then stripped off my T-shirt and shorts and tossed them on the lounge chair. I glanced at Cade, who was peeling off his shirt, revealing an incredible six pack. I just stared at his sculpted abs as he dropped his jeans and stepped out of them.

  My gaze slipped to his bathing suit, and his package becoming clearly
visible as I stared. I shifted my focus to his face, worried he’d seen me staring, but his gaze lingered on my bikini top. Heat washed through me as I wondered… if I stepped toward him right now…

  I turned and dove into the pool, needing to cool off really fast. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d known Cade for years. He was my BFF’s father, for God’s sake.

  But as my head broke the surface of the cool water, I realized that I was an adult. And he was an adult. If we were attracted to each other, what was the problem?

  I swam to the shallow end of the pool and saw Cade sitting on the side, dangling his feet in the water, watching me. I could just imagine walking toward him…stepping between his knees and stroking his trunks. He was in the perfect location. I could just stand in front of him and lean forward…

  I drew in a breath. Man, I had it bad. But I didn’t want to do anything to ruin the long-standing relationship we had. One I valued very much. I knew Cade would always be there for me. Always willing and able to offer advice or help if I needed it. Like giving me work this summer to help me with college.

  Anyway, he probably thought of me like a daughter.

  I floated on my back, enjoying the hot sun on my skin. Surely I was imagining his heated gaze on my body.

  After enjoying the pool for about twenty minutes, I got out of the water and sat at the table under the umbrella. Cade dove in the pool and I watched him swim laps until he stepped out of the water, streams of droplets gliding down his broad, muscular chest. He grabbed his towel and dried off.

  “You want a vodka cooler?” he asked as he headed for the house.

  I’d turned twenty-one about a month ago and had discovered I liked vodka coolers.

  “Yes, please.”

  He returned and set the cold bottle in front of me, then sat across from me with his beer.

  “You’re doing a great job organizing the den,” he said, then took a long sip.

  I smiled. He was always so encouraging. “Thanks. It looks like I’ll be done in a day or so.”