by Ariel Marie
Adrian
The Dark Shadows 4
Ariel Marie
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Before you begin
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Sneak Peek
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Ariel Marie
Copyright © 2016 by Ariel Marie
Cover Design by Natasha Snow
Editor: Dana Hook at Rebel Edit & Design
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, businesses, events, and incidents are a figment of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any similarities to real people, businesses, locations, history, and events are a coincidence.
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Warning: Due to the explicit language and graphic sexual scenes, this book intended for mature (18 years +) readers only. If things of this nature offend you, this book would not be for you. If you love a good vampire love story with hot steamy scenes, then you have chosen wisely…
Chapter 1
Adrian
Adrian Olaru was on a mission. He parked his black SUV in front of the club he was to observe. A young valet came up to the car and opened the door.
“Prince Adrian. Welcome,” the valet gushed as Adrian stepped out of his truck.
Tonight, he was solo.
Nicu wanted him to blend in, and see if a certain rogue vampire would show up at the club. The club, Temptress, was owned by a local vampire, and was known to be a hot spot for rogues, catering to humans and vampires alike.
Vampires were allowed to feed in the club, as long as the donor was willing, not harmed, and the act was not witnessed by humans, who were still unaware that vampires, or any other supernatural beings existed. This went along with the vampire nation’s laws.
He stalked up to the entrance, ignoring the long line of patrons waiting their turn to be ushered inside. The bouncer nodded to him, and immediately granted him entrance, amid the loud protests from those in line. It was a little after midnight, and Adrian could tell that the partying had been in full swing for a while.
He made his way over to the VIP section that was set-aside for vampire royalty, or anyone high in vampire society.
“Prince Adrian. Welcome to Temptress,” the vampire hostess greeted him, before leading him to an empty booth. “My name is Vivian, and I will be your hostess for the evening,” she called out over her shoulder.
“Thank you,” Adrian shouted over the loud, thumping music.
His eyes roamed over the hostess as he followed behind her. Her long red hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her official uniform left little to the imagination. Her skirt stopped just below her ass cheeks, and he was sure if she bent over, just a little, he would catch an eyeful.
This gig might not be so bad after all, he thought to himself.
“I would prefer that one,” he announced, pointing to an empty booth in the corner of the room. He would rather have his back to the wall in a club packed full of the unknown. It would allow him to see out into the whole club, and not have to worry about someone running up on him from behind. He needed to be alert and focused.
“Yes, of course,” Vivian responded, and immediately changed direction, leading him to the booth he requested. The booth consisted of a semicircle leather couch, with a small glass coffee table in the center. He was pleased with the layout.
Adrian would be able to see the bar, as well as the entire facility. The dance floor to the left was packed with dancers, and the bar was located to the right of the club. He could even see the entryway from where he sat.
Perfect.
“Thank you,” he said, with a nod of his head.
“Your waitress will be over to take your order momentarily. Will you be in need of certain…entertainment tonight?” Vivian asked, tilting her head to the side. She leaned closer to him, with a sensuous smile gracing her blood red lips. “Just so you know, our club has been warded. So, if you need a private drink, or any other service at all, humans cannot see what goes on in this particular booth.”
He smiled, knowing what she was offering, and he was fairly certain that he could multitask tonight. His brothers would miss out on all the fun.
“Certainly,” he replied. “After all, I’m here to relax and enjoy myself.”
He leaned back, stretching out on the couch with his arms spread across the back. He wanted to give off the appearance that he was just a vampire prince, looking to have a good time. Vivian’s eyes held a pleased look as she slowly took all of him in.
“Yes, Prince Adrian.” Vivian nodded, and a wide grin spread across her face. “I have the perfect entertainment picked out for you. I’m sure you will be pleased with your visit here at Temptress tonight. They will be over shortly.” She quickly turned on her heel and walked away.
It was good to be a prince, he thought with a chuckle. Adrian was the second oldest heir to the vampire king. His oldest brother, Nicu, was next in line, and also the commander of the Dark Shadows. The Shadows were vampire warriors, charged with the responsibility of protecting the vampire nation.
Their local unit was run by Nicu, and included their brothers Toma and Teague, along with Gadiel, Khalid, Ronin, Viktor, and the only female member, Phaelyn.
“Good evening. May I get you something from the bar?” A soft, husky voice brought him out of his thoughts. He turned to find the largest set of doe eyes staring at him. They literally took his breath away.
The eyes and sexy voice belonged to a young female vampire who was slightly taller than five feet, compared to his six-foot-four stature. She was dressed in a black, low-cut, V-neck T-shirt that had the club’s name splashed across her ample chest. Tight leather pants hugged her every curve, and she wore knee-high fuck me boots.
“Have you looked your fill, or do you need me to turn around so you can see what my ass looks like too?” the tiny vampire snapped with a roll of her eyes.
Adrian’s eyes locked onto her narrowed honey brown ones, the same ones that were spewing daggers at him, and thought twice before responding.
“Vodka,” he choked out, not knowing why his throat suddenly felt constricted. “Just bring a glass and the bottle,” he said after clearing his throat.
She nodded, then walked toward the bar, with her long black hair swaying against her back. His eyes traveled further down, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her ass.
It was perfect.
He silently cursed, trying to adjust his hardening cock. What the fuck was that? He had never had a reaction like that to anyone before. It wa
s like an instant attraction. Watching her walk away had him wanting to jump over the couch, throw her over his shoulder, and carry her off to a secluded room and fuck her till neither of them could walk.
Adrian tried to distract himself, and looked out over the club, taking in the thumping music, and the throng of partygoers dancing to the beat.
He was here on official business, to see if a certain vampire rogue that they had been tracking would show up tonight. It was widely known that some rogues tended to side with the necromancers, and worked for them. But this rogue was known to work directly for the necromancer who was now leading the fight against the vampires under the necromancer king, Sodan.
The necromancers, vampires’ mortal enemies, had all but backed down from the war between them six months ago. At that time, the vampires were hunting down one of the most powerful black magic witches, who had escaped from her prison. She had been set on killing the vampire queen, Alin Olaru, Adrian’s mother.
Thanks to Teague’s mate, Bella, and her Valkyrie warriors, they were able to kill the witch, saving the queen and the entire vampire nation. Rowena claimed that she had a way to wipe vampires off the face of the earth, but luckily, the Valkyries prevented that from happening.
“You are as handsome as Vivian said you were,” a blonde female said, as she and her friend walked up to him.
“Vivian?” he asked, eyeing the two women as they approached him.
“Your hostess for the night,” the other one answered, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder. Both women were scantily dressed in miniskirts, and shirts that bared their abdomens.
“Oh yes, my entertainment for the night.” He nodded, feeling his gums burn as his incisors broke through. He needed this tonight.
Two willing donors? Fuck yeah!
The brunette slid in next to him on the couch, pushing her overly large breast against his chest. Her strong perfume assaulted his nostrils as she ran her hand up his chest.
“Oh, we’ll love to be your entertainment tonight, My Prince,” the blonde said, not wasting any time. She knelt in front of him and unzipped his jeans. He felt her hands pull his already hard cock out of his jeans. “Oh my,” she murmured her appreciation, running her hands along his length.
A large set of doe eyes flashed in his mind, causing his dick to grow harder, as the tiny vampire waitress came to mind. The blonde moaned her pleasure as she slid the head of his cock inside of her hot mouth.
“Neck or wrist,” the brunette whispered into his ear, as her friend continued to take him deeper into her throat. She expertly rocked her head back and forth, drawing a deep groan from Adrian.
“Wrist,” he growled, as the blonde began to use her hands with her mouth. He closed his eyes for a second, before opening them to find a pale wrist in front of him. He grabbed it, immediately piercing it with his fangs, and began consuming the copper tinged fluid from the female. He held her wrist tight as her nourishing blood flowed down his throat.
He growled, feeling the effects immediately from the fresh blood. He gripped the hair of the blonde, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. The pair of honey brown eyes appeared in his mind again, causing his cock to swell even more.
The image of the Latina vampire on her knees in front of him had him thrusting his hips, desperate for release. The blonde gagged slightly, swallowing on instinct, as his cock tested her limits.
Just what he needed. A willing mouth he could fuck his frustrations away in.
He ripped the brunette’s wrist from his mouth. Breathing heavily, he glanced down to watch the blonde continue to suck him off. One of her hands were out of sight, and he knew that it was in between her own legs, bringing herself pleasure.
The brunette bared her throat to him, and he instantly pounced on her neck, striking her juicy artery. Blood gushed into his mouth as he reached up under her shirt, finding her breasts bare. He squeezed her nipple, eliciting a deep moan from her, as he continued to feed from her.
He closed his eyes again, imagining the pair of brown eyes and perfect ass that swayed as she walked away from him. He wanted so badly for it to be the waitress with him in the booth.
He looked over the brunette’s shoulder, and found the tiny waitress setting the bottle and glass that he ordered onto the table. She averted her gaze as she turned to walk away, but she peeked over her shoulder once, and their eyes met. He could have sworn that what he saw was jealously flare in her eyes before she stormed away.
“Switch,” he gasped out, knowing that he couldn’t take too much from one donor. The blonde took one last pull from his dick before getting up from her perch in between his knees, and sat on the other side of him. The two friends shared a lustful look before the brunette helped guide her friend’s leg across his lap, pulling her skirt up to reveal that the blonde was bare beneath it.
The brunette quickly slid the protective sheath onto his cock. Holding it steady with both hands, while the blonde slowly sank down on him, taking him deep inside of her.
The brunette grabbed the blonde’s head and crushed her lips to hers, exposing the neck of the blonde.
He pushed up blondie’s shirt as she began to ride him. Freeing her breasts, he gave her friend access to suckle on one of them. He looked past both women, finding the tiny vampire waitress’s eyes glued on him from across the room.
Chapter 2
Angel
The vampire prince was hot as hell, and totally out of her league, Angel thought to herself. The moment the prince walked through the nightclub, her manager Dave went berserk, hollering that vampire royalty was here.
“Whatever he wants, he gets!” Dave had yelled, before he ran back to his office.
She had been so nervous to go up to the prince’s booth. The moment his eyes locked onto her, like she was his next meal, she snapped. Being royalty didn’t entitle him to whatever he wanted.
As she walked over to his booth again, with his expensive bottle of vodka and a glass, her footsteps slowed as she saw that he was occupied with both Mindy and Babs. She was used to seeing the nightclub’s VIP patrons doing all sorts of things behind the warded VIP section, but she’d never felt this emotion before.
Seeing Mindy in between the prince’s legs had her seeing red. Her fangs threatened to descend, and she wanted to grab Mindy by her fake blonde extensions and drag her ass away from him.
She tried to avert her eyes as she placed the vodka on the table, along with the glass next to it. Her hands trembled, and she was shocked that she didn’t break the glass when she sat it down with a thud.
Vampires were very sexual in nature, especially during a feeding, but the noises that Babs was making while he fed from her was enough to make Angel gag. Her eyes met his crimson ones briefly, and in that instant, jealousy washed over her, and she wished that it was her, alone, with the prince inside the booth.
She quickly turned and walked away, knowing that she wasn’t even near his level. He was a vampire prince, while she was just a lowly vampire—a turned vampire.
Ten years ago, she had been a junior at the local university, studying to become a nurse. To earn some money, she would work at the local restaurants on campus part-time. Her parents had died in a car accident when she was eighteen, the summer after her high school graduation, leaving her all alone in the world.
She reached the bar and ducked behind it, grabbing a rag to wipe down the counter. She was the only waitress tonight for the VIP section. While the prince was here, no one else would be allowed in that section, no matter their status, unless they themselves were royalty.
She may only be a barmaid, but she took pride in it. She sighed as her eyes were drawn once again to the prince in his dark booth. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from them as she watched Mindy climb on top of the prince.
Angel found herself clenching her thighs together when Mindy started to ride him. Her heart beat wildly as she thought of what it would be like to throw caution to the wind, and for once, do something irrational.
Angel’s eyes focused back on the trio, and she found the prince’s eyes on her. And even though she was caught, watching the erotic play taking place in front of her, she couldn’t look away.
Angel let herself into her quiet efficiency apartment. She had no roommates to argue with, and she didn’t have to explain to anyone why she didn’t consume food, and kept only small pints of blood stored away in her fridge.
Angel lived in one of the roughest neighborhoods in the city, but she didn’t worry too much about the crime. She didn’t own anything of value, and as for protection, she didn’t need any. She may be small, but she could take care of herself.
Humans were much weaker than vampires. Angel had learned over the years, since she was turned, that she was stronger than the average male human. But since that night of her attack, she had kept to herself. Working at Temptress was pretty much all the human and vampire interaction she got.
She quickly took her clothes off as she walked into her bathroom. She needed a hot shower. The downside of working in a nightclub was leaving the bar, smelling of booze and smoke. Angel couldn’t stand the smell, and it always seemed to be embedded deep in her pores. She jumped into the shower to wash off the remnants of her shift.
Her nipples hardened as she thought back to the prince. Everything about him made her body tingle, but she shook her head. He would never look at her as an equal. The royal vampires didn’t associate themselves with commoners.
She got out of the shower and dried herself off. Throwing on a pair of sleeping shorts and a tank top, she crawled into bed. The sun would be up soon, and she should have started feeling tired by now, but for some reason, she was wide awake. Her body still pulsed from watching the prince with the two donor bimbos.
Her mind began to wander, as she thought of what his hands would feel like running along her body. Her nipples ached as she brought her hand up to her right breast. She gently fondled it, and using her finger and thumb, pinched her own nipple, while pretending it was his hand.
