All Souls’ Night: A Midnight Doms Boxset

by Renee Rose

  “I’m sorry,” I say, remembering the manners my human mother taught me before I became a vampire princess. “Was he yours?”

  “Uh, no,” the man says. He lowers his hands and his shirt shifts, revealing the tattoo of a wolf paw on his shoulder.

  So, he is a wolf shifter. He makes a motion for me to hand over the handsy human. As I hand him over, I see there is a rip in my dress.

  “I’ll make sure Frangelico gets the bill for the damage. In the meantime, I believe your party is already here in the private room the queen requested.”

  Oh, the private room? That’s what I’m supposed to ensure we aren’t charged for. But the Serranos are already here? So, it appears we will be charged anyway. Might as well take the meeting. Perhaps I could ease the way for the queen’s negotiations tomorrow night?

  All around me, the party commences as though nothing happened. Humans rarely process things that don’t please them. I’m taken to a hidden entrance at the side of the club. The curtains fall back and I am enveloped in red as far as the eye can see. But that’s not what turns my fangs to sharp points.

  I know of the sexual act. I’ve read about it in books, seen glimpses of it on the film recordings I’ve had smuggled into our desert oasis, and seen grainy and blurred snippets on the poor-quality internet I’ve dialed into. But I’ve never witnessed it live.

  There’s a lot of nudity. Women are naked, with tight nipples and reddened asses. There’s also a nude male, his private parts under lock and key. I cock my head, trying to get a glimpse of his package to no avail.

  “Mr. Serrano is just in here,” says the woman who led me down into this well of sin. She has a button nose and perky ears that remind me of a kitten. I wonder if she’s a cat shifter?

  She said Mr. Serrano is here. One of the three infamous brothers is behind the door in front of me. The escapades of those brothers during the time of the Spanish Inquisition is legendary. They were known to torture victims sexually, a method known to sweeten the blood of humans. A male such as that could easily seduce an innocent such as me. I should back away from this door and return to the sanctuary of my queen.

  I reach past the tiny hostess and turn the knob myself. Beyond the doorway, I see the most delicious male I’ve ever encountered. His dark hair is tousled in a devil may care fashion. The fabric of his legs is molded to him, showing off his fit form. He wears a vest and jacket, but I can tell there is muscle beneath those layers.

  Serrano takes me in, as well. His dark eyes start at the hem of my dress and travel upward. I have the urge to lift my skirts to give him a better look. My nipples harden when his gaze reaches my bodice. They push at the roped fabric, aiming to climb their way out of my top. A throb occurs between my legs when he reaches my eyes. I’ve been aroused reading books and fantasizing, but the feeling has never been this strong.

  I want this man. I want him on me. I want him over me. My fangs ache to have his taste inside me.

  Vampire lovers feed from one another. But I’ve never had access to a male vampire. What will his blood taste like?

  “You?” he says. “You work for Frangelico?”

  “No. I work for no man.”

  His brow screws up in confusion.

  “I’m here on my own.”

  His features still don’t relax. I feel like I’m saying the wrong things. As I struggle with the right things, I’ve forgotten that we aren’t alone in the room.

  “You have the room until midnight. Enjoy.”

  The door shuts behind me. Then I hear the click of a lock. Midnight is hours away. That’s more than enough time to allow this sexy vampire to seduce me.

  Chapter 5

  I hear the click of the lock as the door shuts. My mind is whizzing and whirring as I try to find order in this situation I find myself in. The angel from up above has been cast down into this pit of hell. Set against the white walls of the private room, she shines even brighter than when she was in the dim club.

  Her brown skin is like that strong cup of coffee that unfailingly gets me through a long policy report filled with monotonous data and charts. My eyes drink her in and I am buzzed off the shot of dark roast.

  She moves a step towards me and I get a hint of her sweet aroma. The tendrils of her scent curl into my nostrils, making me lift my feet off the ground and bringing me face to face with her. Eye to eye. Mouth to… what is she saying?

  “Which one are you?”

  There is a lilt to her voice. She elongates her vowels. Her teeth catch on the consonants like they would take a bite out of them. When she says my name, it will be all softness.

  “Mr. Serrano?”

  And just like that, my tongue tastes bitterness. But the acrid aftertaste clears my head and reminds me why I’m here: to get evidence of vampirism. That won’t happen with this human woman.

  Does she know where she is? Vampires can wipe memories. I know that first hand.

  A smile curls at the edge of her lips. I watch the stretch of her flesh and feel the urge to touch it, to taste it, to bite it. Some of the whirring in my head stops as I take her in anew. The woman is the very definition of regal. There’s an upwards tilt to her chin which I’m willing to bet she never lowers. Her lashes are winged spikes at the tips as though even her eyes hold a crown.

  Her gown would cast that of any Disney princess into the shade. Though when I look closer, I see there is a rip in the fabric of her dress. I take another step toward her, taking the ruined fabric in my hands.

  “Did they hurt you?” I ask.

  She looks down at the material in my hand. I realize how inappropriate my action is and release my hold, though my fingers clench into fists at the emptiness.

  “A male tried to get fresh and I…” She purses her lips, as though holding in the words that were about to escape. Then she brushes the fabric back into place. “Management handled it.”

  Is she one of the sex slaves here? A beauty such as her—she would be a prize. Just looking at her, I feel I am going out of my mind with want.

  “Are you a slave?” I ask.

  This room was reserved for Gaius and Hadrian. Was this woman forced in here for those two vampires to feed from? Or, worse, have sex with? And what is pissing me off more? The fact that those bloodsuckers are cheating on my sisters? Or that they would lay a finger on this vision before me?

  Her eyes flash. “No, colonizer. I’m not a slave. And I’ll stake any man who tries to put me in the belly of a boat headed for the Atlantic.”

  “I’m sorry.” I wince. “I didn’t mean… What I’m trying to say—”

  “Though I might be talked into chains.”

  My gaze snaps back to her. She’s no longer standing before me. She has walked to the corner of the room where rope, whips, and chains hang on the wall.

  I didn’t have much time to take in the room before she arrived. Now, I give the place a thorough investigation. At the center of the room is a cushioned table of the kind that might be found in a massage parlor. A tray holding what could only be sex toys sits in another corner of the room. Colorful dildos and vibrators are lined up like soldiers awaiting orders.

  She runs her hands over the chains hanging from the wall. She scrapes her nails against the metal chains, and over coarse rope. My cock, which had already been stirring in my pants, rises to attention. It punches against the front of my pants when she places her hand on her chest, on the rope mesh that crosses her skin there. I have an urge to rip the bottom of her dress down and use the top to bind her.

  I give my head a shake. I have no idea where that thought came from. Does it make me racist to want to tie a Black woman up?

  What I do know is that my thoughts make me no better than the people on the other side of that door. No one out on the floor looked as though they were doing anything against their will. But they may have had their will stolen from them.

  I’ve learned that vampires can hold others in their thrall when you look them directly in their eyes. I look directly
into her eyes. When I do, I feel lost, like I’m falling. What if she is under another’s thrall? What if she is only here at a vamp’s command?

  “Why are you here?” I ask.

  “I wanted to meet you.” Her grin turns sheepish. The woman is fondling sex toys but only now does she seem to blush. “You’re not what I expected.”

  Of course I’m not. I’m not one of the undead Serrano monsters. “What did you expect?”

  “That you would pounce on me the moment the door was closed.”

  Pounce? Does she mean sexually, or hungrily? I have to assume she knows what the Serranos are. But my mind is too focused on the suggestion in her words.

  “Is that what you want?” I ask.

  She lets go of the chains. I watch her hands glide down her body and come to settle at her middle. She folds them together, her head bowed. I have a vision of her like that, on her knees. Her mouth level with my cock as I lift her chin with my index finger.

  The thought rocks me back on my heels. Then I am rocked forward with how much I want that dream to become a reality. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a relationship. I’ve never been as randy for a woman as I am just looking at her.

  She lifts that proud chin up. “What I want is—”

  There is a hiss from the other side of the room. She turns and backs into me. I wrap an arm around her, ready to protect her from any danger. But the danger isn’t in front of her, it’s behind her. My cock punches the front of my pants as her skirts brush against me.

  A curtain opens to reveal a scene on the other side of the glass. Before us is the floor of the underground sex club. I’m sure the mirror is one way because no one is looking in at us. All eyes are on the scene on the floor.

  A naked woman kneels while a fully-clothed man paces around her. The woman bares her neck. The male flashes his fangs. He nicks her finger, and laps up the blood trickling there.

  With that little show, my camera has caught what I need. I have evidence of the existence of vampires.

  I can leave now. But my feet are rooted to the spot in this private room. Not because I’m interested in the show on the other side of the glass. But because I’m attuned to the woman standing in front of me.

  She steps back into me. I hiss as her ass full on grazes my cock. She stiffens and turns to glance over her shoulders.

  “You have an erection,” she says, surprise in her voice. “Is that because of me? Or because of the show?”

  I’m having trouble finding my voice. She’s still pressed against me. Her voice is in my ears. And now her scent is in my nose. It’s too much for any man to be able to function.

  “I’ve never aroused a man before,” she says turning slowly until she faces me. “The queen doesn’t allow virile men in the palace. Can I touch it?”

  Chapter 6

  The bulge in his pants fascinates me. I can see it snake and uncoil like a viper against the dark fabric. He hisses in a gasp as I take a step. His body tenses, as though preparing to strike. Can he sense that I will bare my flesh for his bite?

  I take another step, enthralled by the danger pulsating between his thighs. It pulses, like a drum, against the front of his pants. My body begins to sway in time to its beat. I reach my hand to him, but he grasps my wrist. I glance up into his face.

  There’s a mix of desire and shock there. His gaze is narrowed on me, but his dark eyes gleam in the dimly lit room. His lips are pulled back from his teeth, but his teeth are clenched. His skin is flushed, a redness touches his strong cheekbones. He must have eaten recently.

  That thought bothers me. I hear that male vampires bite their lovers during the sexual act. I have only ever been bitten by the Queen Mother during my turning. It was an experience that I would be happy to forget.

  “I don’t understand why you’re so surprised,” I say. “Your reputation precedes you. Serranos are known for their sexual exploits.”

  “I’m not—”

  His voice is choked as he tries to speak. It sounds dry, as though he is thirsty. I step closer, tilting my head to the side and baring the column of my throat. But when he looks at my offering, his expression is pained.

  I snatch my hand out of his grasp and take a step back. A flush creeps across my cheeks. “You’re not interested in me?”

  The thought hadn’t even entered my brain before this very moment. In the palace, the jewel-less males all avert their gazes from my sisters and me. In the village beyond the castle, I know the males look at my form. But only under the cover of their lashes, and from a distance, never up close and directly.

  There were plenty of people who looked like me at the time he was born in Rome, as well as during his escapades during the Spanish Inquisition. But perhaps my looks are not to his tastes?

  I look nothing like the wispy, pale-skinned women on the streets. Or the one who is on her knees on the other side of the glass between the two males, as one kisses her mouth and the other kisses her breasts. I don’t have the experience of being kissed, let alone the knowledge of what it’s like to be with one man.

  I should probably get out of this room and have my first experience with a human instead of a half-millennium-old vampire. I must look like a child at play to him.

  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says.

  “What did you say?”

  His voice still sounds hoarse, so I’m not entirely sure I heard him correctly. That’s not true. My hearing is superior. I know what he said; I just want him to say it again.

  He opens his mouth to speak. My body sways towards him, eager to gulp down a second helping of his words. Of their own accord, my fingers uncoil and, quick as a snake, they strike out and cup his manhood.

  Instead of saying the words I long to hear, he hisses again. His breath is a spicy mist that hits my nostrils. His eyes slide closed, and his lips spread into a grimace of ecstasy.

  “I have never felt such power,” I say as I handle him. He is thick in my palm. I cannot gather the fullness of his length in my hand. He spills over the edges of my thumb and pinky finger. “I wonder if this is why the queen cuts them off?”

  My back is flung against a wall. With one hand, he moves my hand from the front of his pants and presses it over my head. The fingers of his other hand weave into the laces of my corset, and he cups my breasts. I hiss out a breath of pure pleasure. No one has ever touched me there.

  “I must be out of my mind,” he says. His lips hover just over mine. “This is not what I came here for.”

  “This is exactly what I came here for,” I say. “To meet you.”

  His gaze travels over my face. Those dark eyes linger on my lips, and I can feel their heat. “I’m not who you think I am,” he says.

  “You’re not one of the Serrano brothers?”

  He winces as he meets my gaze. “Technically, yes. I am.”

  I don’t think I’d care if he wasn’t. I want him. I’d thought any man would do, but I wouldn’t trade places with the woman on the other side of the glass. She has two men’s hands on her. And they’re…

  Well, that’s interesting.

  On the other side of the glass, one of the men continues to kiss the woman on her mouth. The other one is spreading her thighs before he goes to his knees, and then he puts his mouth on her… there.

  I didn’t know such a thing was done. Her body is trembling, from her head down to her toes, which are bouncing off the floor as both men lap at her orifices.

  “I want to kiss you,” says Serrano.

  My chest heaves. I want him to kiss me too. But now I’m thinking of kissing in a whole new light.

  I turn back to him just in time to meet his lips. He’s pressing his hard body into me, but his lips are soft. I’d expected roughness. He is a man, after all. But he handles me with care.

  His lips speak of urgency as they press into mine. But each brush is a whisper. Each touch, a sigh. It makes me want him more.

  When his tongue sneaks ou
t of his mouth and licks at my upper lip, my body sings a new tune. When his teeth tug at my lower lip, I hear the drums again. The pulsing beat of him fills my ears. I want to dance with him. To shimmy my chest and shake my hips. Preferably while on top of him.

  I would let this man bite me if he wanted. I want him to let me bite him. I want to know what he tastes like. But I know that blood exchange between two vampires is a delicate dance, so I take his kiss and pray for patience as the rhythm intensifies.

  Chapter 7

  It’s been a while since I’ve kissed a woman. A long while. So long, in fact, that I can’t remember the name of the last woman I kissed. Or her face.

  My vision is fogged over with ebony clouds as I run my hands through her hair. I dig my fingers into the soft tufts of her coiled locks, and feel like I’m floating. Pulling her close, I anchor her body to mine. If I am going to sail away, it’s going to be while I’m moored to this exquisite creature in my arms.

  I’d forgotten how soft a woman’s lips are. Or is that just her softness?

  I’d forgotten the velvety warmth of a woman’s tongue. Or is that just her heat?

  I want to investigate every crevice of her. I want to take my time and explore her valleys and curves. But she is anxious in my hold, impatient.

  Her body moves against mine, more like an oncoming storm than a sedate, fluffy cloud on a sunny day. Her moans are a thunderous pleading. Her eyes flash open, and the desire inside strikes like lightning.

  I pull away to catch my breath. However, both my body and her lips protest. A low, keening cry comes from the other side of the glass. We are both momentarily distracted as we turn to see a new scene.

  A woman is being tied up. The man who binds her is dressed in black. The rope in his hands is golden. The woman doesn’t fight the confinement. Her eyes are glazing over as though the golden strands are an extension of her lover’s caress. The brilliant strands are zigzagging streaks against the black of her dress; like contained lightening.