Lonely Vampire Prince

by Milana Jacks

  I thank her quickly, but wonder how she knows I’m looking for him. Down the narrow hallway, there’s an exit, a small white door I presume is the bathroom, and a large door behind which I hear male voices. Knuckles on the wood, I knock.

  The voices die down. I wait, then tap my foot. It’s not like I don’t know there’s people inside. How rude. I knock again.

  “Come in.”

  Finally. I step inside. Three pairs of eyes stare at me, and my triumphant smile over getting a job fades. Sevile is sitting with a pair of identical men in leathers. One is behind a large desk across the room, the other sits to my right on the couch with Sevile. Both men turn up their noses and sniff. I probe them with magic. “Werewolves,” I whisper.

  At my statement, the one behind the desk flashes me a smile.

  I hiss and unfurl my wings.

  Sevile rises slowly, blood red fills his eyes, his face grays, and his jaw pops when he snarls. “Nobody move a motherfucking muscle. Heads will roll.”

  “What is she?” the wolf behind the desk asks and leans in. He can’t help it. He’s sniffing so hard, he’s snorting.

  “She is mine.”

  The werewolves lock eyes, and I scoot over to stand by my prince, magic slithering down my arm and gathering in my palm just in case I need to defend myself. He intertwines my fingers with his and sits down, pulling me to sit in his lap.

  The wolf sitting next to us leans back and crosses his tattooed arms over his chest, a clear sign he’s not on offense. The men are identical twins, though this one’s hair is shorter, and he sports more facial hair.

  “What are you doing here?” Sevile asks and tightens his arms around me. With red eyes and long fangs descending from his gums, he watches the wolf at the desk.

  Now that I’ve gotten to know his soft side, I can see that when angry, my vampire mate is sexy as sin. My panties get wet. Sevile inhales and groans. I know the wolves smell my arousal, and heat creeps up my cheeks. “I came to tell you as my first princess duty, I will donate the jewelry to all the servants in the castle. Not the crown, though. I’ll keep that and maybe a ring or five. Those sapphire earrings, also. But everything else, I’ll donate.”

  Sevile peels his gaze away from the wolf and locks his eyes with mine. The red disappears, making them blue and beautiful. A smile lights up his face, and although the fangs are always there, I’m not afraid of them. “It’s not a castle, baby,” he says. “I run a business where people come to gamble.”

  “What is gambling?”

  “Throwing money at me. I thought you were leaving.”

  “I’d rather stay. If you’ll have me.”

  Sevile releases a breath, and I have a feeling the weight has left his chest. My fairy heart flutters for him, and I believe he loves me too.

  A throat clears. “I’m Dirty,” the wolf says, eyes on me. “This is my brother, Pryus.”

  “Maya, rightful heir to Rornia’s throne, princess of Rothingham House. Nice to meet you.”

  The wolf flashes me a toothy smile. He’s ruggedly handsome if you like that kind of thing.

  “I guess you won’t need our services anymore?” he asks.

  “Still need daytime guards after my mom returns,” Sevile says. “Konan can’t guard both females of our house.”

  A knock comes at the door, and Amy peeks inside. “Pryus, I hired the fairy. Can you give her an application? Thanks, babe. Bye, Sevile.” She laughs and closes the door.

  “Baby?” Sevile readies to leave, and I hop off his lap and fix my dress.

  “Mm-hm?”

  “What is she talking about?”

  “I got a job.”

  “At my bar?” the quiet wolf asks.

  “If Snarl is your bar, then yes.”

  Everyone stares at me. I fidget, unsure of myself. I know I’m not exactly qualified for the position, but I can learn. “What?”

  Dirty lifts his hands. “I’ve got no problem with it. Here’s the application.” He reaches for a folder, gets stapled papers, and stretches out his hand.

  Sevile snatches the application, then opens the door, a sour expression on his face. “Later, boys.”

  “What smells like sugar and tastes like honey?” Dirty says, a big grin on his face.

  “A little fairy,” Pryus answers.

  Sevile slams the door and ushers us outside the bar. Before I can protest, he winds both hands around my middle, and we’re speeding through the forest, my hair whipping the air. The next thing I know, my body hits the soft mattress, and I bounce. Sevile covers me and licks my neck, brushes his fangs against my throat. I tilt my head, and he doesn’t hesitate. The sharp points pierce my neck, and I gasp, but the pain doesn’t come. Instead, my body heats, my pussy wets, my nipples pebble, and I want to crawl all over him. A throb develops between my legs, which Sevile tames with his cock inside me. I’m coming before he’s all the way settled, and he chuckles as he licks my wounds.

  I touch my hand to my neck.

  There’s nothing. No scars.

  Sevile moves inside me. His eyes are red, and his face is feral. He’s gonna pound into me. I lift my hips. “My prince, you wear glamour too.”

  “How so?” He pauses.

  “Under your hard chest, your heart is soft.”

  “Only for you.”

  Epilogue

  Maya

  Sevile and I got married in Las Vegas, the only place in the human realm where I didn’t have to hide under a glamour, while a man dressed up as Elvis Presley drove my prince and me through the Strip in the back of a convertible. I wore my crown and waved at the fine humans who seemed super excited at my “costume.” It was one of the best days of my life.

  At first, Sevile protested the Vegas wedding, but as soon as I got a weekend off my bartending job, I packed my bags because his mom convinced me that Vegas was just the place for a fairy princess. Sevile came along, as did half his vampire court. Now it’s the night after the wedding dinner, and we’re gambling inside a dim room behind closed doors, where grumpy Salvatore stands on guard.

  Gin and tonic in hand, I sit at the shiny new slot machine, feeding the spinning monster my hard-earned tips. The machine spins and spins while singing, and the flashing lights tell me when I’ve won something. I’m so excited, my face is permanently stretched from smiling. I put in a hundred dollar bill, play for one dollar, win three dollars, then lose ten, but I keep it positive and forget about the ten I’ve lost until I run out of green papers.

  At the last dollar, I hit the button on the machine, anticipating my big win. The wheels turn, and I bite my lip, then make a sad face. I get up for a walk and shiver. It’s a bit chilly in here.

  Sevile is sitting at a large black table with a green cloth over it. He stares at the cards in his hand, then taps his knuckles on the wood. “Check.” His gaze lands on me, and my nipples perk as he peruses my body. I wore the tightest, smallest yellow latex dress, which my mother-in-law procured for me. She’s wonderful and encourages stealing jewelry as well as dressing like a “two-dollar tramp,” an expression I learned from a woman in the elevator when her man kept staring at my breasts. On my way out, I swiped the woman’s necklace.

  Next to Sevile, my mother-in-law, a blonde, blue-eyed demon throws plastic money they call chips on the table. Sevile peels his gaze away from me and looks down at the pile of plastic with distaste. My father-in-law looks annoyed. I think Earleen is winning. I give her a thumbs-up.

  The card game looks like serious business, so I don’t want to bother the players. I walk to Salvatore and put my hand on my hip. “You look like the tower of gloom.”

  Salvatore ignores me. He keeps staring at the faraway wall.

  I wave in front of him. “Hello?”

  Salvatore shakes his head, then says, “I’m sorry. Did you need something from upstairs?”

  “No, but you look like the tower of gloom. On my honeymoon. I’m sad for you.” I pout.

  Salvatore cracks a smile. “I’m just a little pr
eoccupied.”

  “With what?” A bored fairy is a dangerous thing. A curious fairy is even worse. I’m both now as I wait for Sevile to finish the card game so we can go throw more money at the owner of this fine establishment.

  “Just some private business.”

  I step closer. “I won’t tell anyone,” I whisper and bat my eyelashes.

  “Quit flirting with him. He wants to live.” Strong hands grip my hips, and Sevile pulls me against his body.

  I feel his hard cock press against my back. Suppressing a moan, I say, “I’m not flirting. Salvatore’s having problems, and I want to know if I can help.”

  Sevile kisses the top of my head. “Let’s play craps.” He tries to move me along, but I dig in my heels just as Salvatore runs a hand through his hair. Shiny gold catches my eye. There’s a wedding band on his finger. “Oh my God, you got married! When? Who? Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

  Silence as Salvatore widens his eyes. “Fuck.”

  I look at Sevile. His focus is on the table, where his dad raises an eyebrow.

  My mother-in-law gapes. She collects herself quickly and narrows her eyes. “You got hitched and didn’t tell your mother?” She picks up the phone and dials. “Marcella…” I don’t understand what she says because she speaks in Italian. Earleen hangs up. “House Romano is paying us a visit.”

  Sevile and Salvatore lock gazes. Something passes between them, Salvatore curses and leaves. Sevile throws an arm over my shoulder and sighs. “Let’s walk around.”

  “Should I not have asked about his marriage?”

  “Maybe.” Sevile opens the door for us, and the loud noise from the casino makes me want to squeal. Vegas is the finest city in all the realms. “But he’ll be fine,” Sevile says and looks around. “What do you want to do?”

  “Go upstairs and have more sex,” I say.

  Sevile shows me his dimples and a hint of fang. My pussy clenches. My prince is hot.

  “Whatever my princess wishes,” he says.

  He really means that, so I wish to make babies tonight.

  ****

  Hello! Milana here. This has been Lonely Vampire Prince, second in Dirty Monsters series of standalone stories. If you are new-to-me reader thank you for taking a chance with my book! If you came here from the Beasts and/or Dragons—welcome back my loyal sexy pumpkin!

  Okay, so three things now.

  1. Dirty is one of the wolves from the final scene in this book. His story is Sweet Dirty Wolf and available exclusively on my website. CLICK HERE.

  2. I will write Salvatore next.

  3. If you enjoyed Sevile’s character, you will likely enjoy Mayhem from Sent Beast Mate in Beasts series and Nentres from Burn for Her in my Dragon series. The books in those series’ should be read in order, and I’ve included a snippet of Nentres, book 2 in Dragons. Flip the page.

  Snippet from Burn for Her

  Nentres

  Let the record show that I, the great fire dragon, was supposed to deflower all the virgins, hoard all the jewels, and burn all the habitats. I had maidens banging on my door. Life was excellent, with the exception of this pretty girl who wasn’t even remotely interested in me. She’d walked inside the room and paid more attention to my furniture and rugs than to me. And I was supposed to forgo my ball, forgo hundreds of women throwing themselves at me, and marry this Yankee cowgirl who didn’t even find me attractive? I didn’t think so.

  I addressed the cyborg matriarch, as the girl’s opinion seldom mattered in these circumstances. “Most women want to jump me on sight. You brought me a girl who would rather look at George than at me.”

  George, the head of my household, cleared his throat.

  “No offense,” I said to George.

  “Mm-hm.”

  “She’s just shy,” the cyborg answered.

  “And an implant reject,” George added and looked pointedly at me, then at the briefcase near the cyborg’s mechatronic foot. He was trying to tell me something. I drummed my fingers on the couch’s armrest. The cyborg intended to bribe me, I believed, and she was smart enough to offer me the girl for free first, then see where it led.

  I had nothing to lose by presuming the briefcase was filled with money or gold or family heirlooms. I’d never refused a good bribe, and I wasn’t gonna start now. Let the business begin. The girl…hell, I already forgot her name. It started with an A… “Annie, are you shy?” I asked her.

  “No.”

  “So your mother’s a liar?”

  At first, she didn’t answer, then said, “I simply didn’t expect to be married off.”

  Ah. Poor thing. Cyborgs could be vicious. I wondered if the Cy tech on their bodies took away some of their humanity too. I smiled at the poor girl, making sure my dimples showed. The girl didn’t blink or swoon or sigh or at least whimper. This pissed me off. I’d never met a more indifferent woman in my life. “My answer remains the same. I need to keep my options open. I’ll marry only once. She’ll be someone who, at the very least, is interested in me and finds me attractive.” A lie. I would marry the spirit who would light my fire element outside the bedroom. In return, I would light her world on fire inside my bedroom. Mother Nature had predicted the spirit would attend the ball, and so I kept my eye out for a woman who caught my attention.

  Mechatronic fingers flexed, the noise grating on my foul mood. The cyborg reached into her pocket and pulled out a purple velvet pouch. She tossed it to me. “The girl’s dowry.”

  My mood improved. I caught the pouch and weighed it in my hand but didn’t open it. I dumped it on the table. “You insult me. First you imply that women are forced to come here. I assure you, they are all very willing. Apart from this one.” I pointed at the girl, who kept standing. She seemed frozen in that state. “And then you offer me…what? A few hundred grams of gold worth maybe ten grand? I wouldn’t buy a bitch for my dog for ten grand.

  “And besides, the girl’s nothing special. She’s simple and, frankly, would bore me by tomorrow.” Annie Trahan had the most exquisite black-rimmed green eyes, which stood in stark contrast with her flawless caramel complexion, small nose, and wide, puffy lips. Her kinky brown hair framed a cute oval face, and she had hips a man could grip real well when he fucked her doggy style. I found her pretty, another thing that annoyed me since she found me…plain.

  But I needed to see the contents of that briefcase. The less interested I appeared, the more money the stepmom would offer me. I would take her money and dump the girl the moment I found my spirit. This cyborg couldn’t keep a reject who hurt her social status and blocked her Cy benefits. The girl couldn’t carry the Trahan family name and work at the bottom of the habitat either. My gut said the stepmom didn’t have a choice, which meant she would pay me every last penny she’d brought with her. If she was smart, she’d know to leave the jewelry on the table as well. It might be only a few hundred grams, but I hoarded jewels. All dragons hoarded jewels.

  I expected the cyborg to argue some more, but she reached for the black case and put it on the table. She spun it around, pressed a finger on the scan reader, and opened the case to reveal stacks of cash. I estimated a quarter of a million roges, which would pay for the ball.

  I closed the case. I loved money, but I was pretty sure I could milk some more from this cyborg. “Nice. I ain’t offended anymore.”

  The stepmom assumed her poker face, letting me stew on her offer.

  “Have a seat, Annie,” I told the girl.

  “Thank you.”

  “Welcome.” Annie seemed scared out of her mind.

  I had no need to buy brides or even accept money for brides, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna force myself on one. “Would you marry me?” I asked her.

  Virgins were already banging on my doors, just as I thought they would be, but this one didn’t seem impressed. I could see she was fighting the urge to tell me off and accept her situation at the same time.

  “I’d work instead,” she said.

  I lifted
an eyebrow. She would rather work than marry me? I reckoned women labeled me the hottest bachelor in the South. Apparently, not as hot as manual labor. See the Dragon series…

  About the Author

  Milana Jacks grew up with tales of water fairies that seduced men, vampires that seduced women, and Babaroga who’d come to take her away if she didn’t eat her bean soup. She writes unapologetic Alphas who like dirty sex with heroines who put up with their charming personalities, and sticks them all in gloomy dark dystopian settings then labels her books as romance so likeminded readers can find her stories. Her home is on Earth with her mate and their three little monsters.

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