Virgin Blood Bundle

by Riley, Alexa

  Kane spreads my legs wider. “Is this my birthday treat? Since I can’t eat cake, I eat you?” It’s not really a question. I lick my lips. He doesn’t wait for an answer and kisses down my body. He stops at my baby bump, giving it a kiss, his eyes flicking up to mine. They’re filled with possessiveness as he keeps on moving down my body. His hand digs into my thighs, spreading me wide.

  I’m keeping my beast.

  Epilogue

  Kane

  More Years Later…

  I raise my hand, catching the ball half a second before it hits my face. I turn my head to give my oldest son Nick the look, but he fights a smirk. It’s hard to hold the stern look when my wife’s same green eyes stare back at me. All of our sons have them.

  “Making sure you’re on your A game, Dad,” he jokes. He knows I’m irritated being away from her. I toss the ball back to him. My other son laughs. They both find it amusing that I was kicked out of the house and into the backyard while my wife gets ready for our date night out. I’m pretty sure she also told them to keep me busy. The only other thing that could distract me from her was our boys. It always amazes me to see so much of myself in them mixed with her, too. I once thought the existence of vampires was the craziest thing. Then I watched my mate bring life into this world. Now that’s the most incredibly crazy thing I’ve seen. How her little body could do that. It was truly a gift.

  “She’s not going anywhere, Dad,” Nick adds before tossing to his brother. I grunt.

  “Once—”

  He cuts me off. “She was getting her stuff to move in with you. She wasn't running away.” He finishes the story I always spout off whenever I worry over her not being near me.

  Without her it feels as if a piece of me is missing. I don’t care that she isn't far away. To me a few feet is too far, but she asked me to wait for her to get ready and I always give my mate what she wants unless it could cause her harm. I have this house on lockdown. No harm could possibly come to her. As if on cue, I hear as gasp from inside the house.

  I turn, bolting inside and through our open bedroom door. It is the only way I could have heard her. I’d had our bedroom soundproofed before our first son was born, unsure how their hearing would be. I was glad I’d had the foresight because my sons are hot on my heels at the sound of their mom’s gasp, too.

  “I’m fine.” She rolls her eyes and brings her finger to her mouth. I see a speck of blood there. She must have pricked it on something. I move again, locking my hand around her wrist before her finger can touch her mouth.

  “Mine,” I remind her. I lick the small drop of blood from the tip of her finger. How something so small could taste so wonderful I’d never understand. I don’t even try when it comes it her. There is no understanding. She is the most magnificent being ever created and she was somehow gifted to me as a mate.

  I can almost hear Ravana roll her eyes. “Come on, boys. Let's head over to my house.”

  “Love you, boys,” Juliet says as I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her fully into me as they say I love you back. The door closes behind them.

  “You think we will leave the house with you dressed like this?” I ask her. The tight velvet dress forms to all of her curves, showing off her small baby bump. She’s not even eight weeks, but it’s there already. I make big boys, it seems. I don’t know how she keeps popping them out. Each pregnancy is easier than the one before it.

  “You don’t like it?” She looks up at me through her long eyelashes. I growl and pick her up. I don’t have time to make it to the bed, even with how fast I can move. Between the waiting, the dress and now the taste of her sweet blood on my tongue, I need to be inside of her now.

  Her back hits the wall. The sound of ripping material fills the room. I groan loudly as I fill her in one long thrust. Her gasp of pleasure and the sting of her nails digging into me pull me back, reminding me that I haven’t kissed her.

  She must hear my inner thoughts because she moves before me. She moves her hands from my hair to push me down as she raises her mouth to meet mine. I thrust in and out of her as our tongues mimic our fucking. I try and slow down, but I can’t. It doesn't help when her pussy clamps around me as her orgasm pushes forward.

  The smell of sex fills my lungs. It’s all too much. When she moans into my mouth and bites down on my lip I can’t stop myself from cumming with her. I groan as her tight pussy greedily clamps down on me.

  It’s a fight to not go to my knees. I use one hand to brace myself against the wall as I thrust into her, enjoying the small after-quakes of her orgasm around my cock.

  She licks my lips and I know she drew blood. She is a hungry thing when she has one of my boys inside her. I’m always eager to feed her.

  “You need more?” I ask her. She licks her own lips this time.

  “Yeah. I don’t wanna go out anymore,” she tells me before kissing me again. I somehow move us over to the bed, wanting my mate to be comfortable. “We do have a sitter.” She’s pulling at my shirt now. Her eyes are hungry.

  That look in her eyes has my chest rumbling with need to give her what she craves. I pull my shirt from my body for her. Neither of us cares much for going out. This is the perfect date night to me, spending it drowning in her.

  We do go out from time to time, but we prefer home where our family is. A family is what we both crave. She thinks I’ve given her one, but it’s she who’s given me a family.

  Without her I’d still be empty inside. Drifting through life. Yes, I had my coven but this is different. She’s given my life meaning, made me feel, and I don’t ever want to stop. I’m lucky I have a mate who is as hungry for me as I am for her.

  I’ll spend eternity feeding her hunger and I know I will be the happiest beast that ever graced this world.

  Bitten by the Virgin

  Ravana Faith has been learning to live as a vampire while surrounded by her overprotective family. She hasn’t had her chance to shine, and she’s ready to prove to everyone that she’s not made of glass. When the specter of a slayer comes to their city, she wants to be the one to take him out. But what happens when that’s exactly who she falls for?

  Valen Sterling is from a long line of men who hunt vampires. It’s not the life he dreamed of as a child, but what else is he supposed to do? He has a legacy to continue and nothing will get in his way…until Ravana is the one to block his path. Can he give up everything he’s ever known for the woman who is supposed to be his enemy?

  Warning: It’s the first time we’ve written vampires, so go easy on us. Enjoy this brand new series that features a coven of five and read about how all of them find love.

  Chapter 1

  Ravana

  I watch all the children go from house to house trick-or-treating. Each one looks cuter than the last in their Halloween costumes. My heart aches with longing as their round cheeks turn pink from the slight chill in the air. As I sit on the bench I see moms and dads holding hands as they follow behind their children, smiling and taking pictures.

  When I died I didn’t mourn the loss of my life. I mourned that I would never become a mother. I guess that means in the end he won. He’s told me I’d pay, but I had no idea the price would be so steep. I should have listened better. I was always terrible at that because I’m too strong-headed for my own good. People warned me about him, telling me to stay away. I fell for him at first, but it didn’t take long to see what was beneath his charming exterior.

  He’d said all the right things to lure me in, like wanting a family and a white picket fence. I was an easy mark for him when all he ever really wanted was to own me. His goal was to control me and keep me like I was some prized possession. I don’t think he was capable of loving anyone but himself. He zeroed in on me when I started to see who he really was and I rejected him. That’s when his ego couldn't take it. He told me if I wouldn’t be with him then I wouldn't be with anyone. That was the last thing he said before he stabbed the knife into my stomach.

  My hand goes th
ere at the thought and I swear I can still feel some sort of phantom ache. Bishop found me bleeding out in an alley that night. Jarrod left me there like a piece of trash to die alone. Not that I wasn't used to being alone. I lost my parents when I was young, and I was too scared to get close to someone else after that. But in that moment, when I thought I was going to die, I’d never felt so alone in my life.

  I don’t know why Bishop chose to turn me, but when he did, he gave me a family. One that isn't easy to kill. I don’t have to be so scared about losing them like I did others in my life. It may not be the kind of family I’d dreamed about all those years, but it’s still more than I thought possible. Maybe that’s why I’m so protective of them.

  It’s still a shock to me that Kane found his mate. Our family is growing, but for some reason it feels as if I’ve lost something. Kane was always the one who needed me the most. He was like a little brother that I took care of, even if he was decades older than me. But I know a mate is better for him. She’ll give him everything he ever needs, and I can see it in the way he looks at her—he’s finally happy. She makes him smile and even laugh. It’s something I never heard come from Kane before.

  I’m so happy for him, but I can’t help the bitterness and jealousy I feel about him getting his mate pregnant. He’s going to have a baby and that’s something I’ll never be able to do. Female vampires aren’t able to get pregnant. The ache in my stomach starts to throb and I feel tears on my cheek. I angrily brush them away because I can’t cry about this anymore. I’ve cried too many tears and I should be thankful I’m even alive.

  I stand up because I need to get out of here. I shouldn't even be out alone, but my house was starting to suffocate me. I’m not sure how a house as big as mine could do that, but sometimes I think the size of it only makes it that much lonelier. It’s just another reminder that I’ll never be able to fill it.

  I slip into the shadows and go the back way home. I don’t make it more than a few feet when I pause as a tingling sensation hits the back of my neck. Turning around, I look behind me, but I don't see anything. I stand there for a moment, but all I can hear is the sounds of the children. I knew I shouldn't have come out here tonight. I don’t even listen to myself.

  I nearly jump when my phone vibrates in my back pocket, catching me off-guard. I take a deep breath to get myself together. I already know who it is without even having to look.

  “Bishop,” I say calmly as I answer the phone.

  “You’re not home.” I can hear a hint of anger in his voice.

  “I went out for a walk,” I respond, unable to think of a good reason why. Damn it. “Are you tracking me?” I don’t know why I ask. Bishop takes the role of my maker a little too far at times. I’ve noticed he’s stricter with me than the others, and it’s starting to ride my nerves.

  “Of course, and you weren't supposed to go anywhere unless you had someone with you.”

  “I’m not a child,” I snap as I begin to walk. “And I won’t let you treat me differently because I’m a female.”

  “You’re the youngest and you’re not as strong as the rest of us.” I can tell he’s trying to contain his anger because Bishop doesn't like to be disobeyed.

  “I can take care of myself. I was doing it before—”

  “Before you were killed.” He cuts me off and I almost stumble over my own feet.

  “I can’t believe you said that.”

  “Goddamn it, Ravana. There is a slayer out there right now. I can’t believe you went against my orders. You’re the last one I thought would do this.”

  That’s because I always do as I’m told, but tonight I needed out. I needed to breathe for a moment. “I’ll be home soon.” I hang up and turn the phone off. I know he’s right and I shouldn't be out with a slayer running around. Two vampires are already missing and they’re not far from where our coven lives.

  I slide the phone back into my pocket and keep walking. I leap the pavement letting my anger fuel my stride as I go home. It’s fully dark now and I’m walking through the trees when I have that feeling of someone watching me again. I come to a stop and jerk around, but there’s no one there. I inhale and I can smell maple syrup. It’s so odd. The sweet smell reminds me of warm pancakes and I love it. I’m anxious as I look around and my eyes dart everywhere. I don’t see anyone, but I decide that I need to get home as quickly as possible. I take off running as fast as I can.

  When I see my house, I don’t stop to open the gate. Instead I leap over it and land on my feet, running at full tilt until I get to my front door. I scan my thumb on the lock and the door opens immediately. I slam it behind me then lock it again before I lean back against it.

  There’s a weird tingling all over my skin and I feel hot. I take a deep breath and pull myself together. It was nothing. I’m sure between visiting the ghosts of my past tonight and a slayer on the loose, I’m on edge. That’s all.

  “Ravana?”

  My hand flies to my chest as Juliet comes fluttering into the room with Kane right behind her.

  “Sorry, did I scare you?” She looks at me in confusion because yeah, I should have heard them. Or at least smelled them when I entered my home, but my mind was elsewhere.

  “I was just surprised to see you guys here is all. I didn't know Kane was letting you leave the house,” I tease.

  He’s been in super-protective mode. I don’t blame him with the slayer out there and his new mate pregnant. Any vampire would be that way, and the longing for a mate hits me once again. Will there ever be a time when I see the two of them and don’t become jealous? I want someone to care about me like that, even if I’m strong enough to take care of myself.

  “Oh, well, I wanted to come by and hang out. I thought you could use some company.”

  I eye her in mild surprise. I was rude to her when we first met because I didn't know she was Kane’s mate and was worried that she might find out what we were. Kane seemed like he was losing his mind and acted in ways I’d never seen before. I’ve said sorry, but sometimes sorry isn't enough and it takes time.

  “She was worried about you,” Kane says from behind her.

  “You were?” I look to Juliet, and she gives a small shrug.

  “You seemed sad, and us girls have to stick together around here.” She smiles at me. I can’t help but smile back at her. She really is sweet, and I love her for what she’s done for Kane.

  “Come on, I’ll cook you something to eat,” I tell her. I reach out and take her hand. She gives mine a small squeeze and I can feel a bond forming between us.

  “You cook?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

  “Oddly enough, I really love to cook, even if I can’t eat it. It relaxes me. I was a chef before.”

  “I just might be here a lot more then, because lately I can’t get full.” Juliet pats her belly.

  Kane follows right behind her as I lead us into the kitchen. He never lets her get more than an arm’s length away.

  “Good, because I like the sound of that.” I might not be able to have a family of my own, but I’m going to cherish the one I do have.

  Chapter 2

  Valen

  It’s late and the sun has already set. I’m getting closer to the city, but this doesn’t feel like any other hunt I’ve been on before. Something is off, but I can’t put my finger on what it is.

  I’ve hunted vampires since I was old enough to hold a weapon. My father comes from a long line of hunters and we pass down our knowledge from one generation to the next. There are vampires in this world that are only looking to destroy it. They hurt innocent people and kill anyone who gets in their way. It’s my job to take out those threats and eradicate the world of their evil. There have been whispers of a coven inside the city living amongst humans. It’s unheard of for the most part, and I’m anxious to get my eyes on them.

  I don’t know much about their ways, but normally they are loners that like to keep to themselves. They usually live in hills away from people, or dee
p in the forest—places people don’t go. They don’t need much to survive, they just have to stay out of the sun. From what I’ve been taught, they don’t eat and they don’t need to drink the blood of humans to stay alive. It’s nothing like the movies I watched as a kid, which kind of disappointed me at the time. When I got older I found out that they’re not immortal but can live up to two hundred years without a mate. I’ve never killed a mated couple before, so I don’t know if they’re rare or just good at going undetected.

  Growing up, this wasn’t my dream. When my father began to train me to do this, I thought about all the other boys I knew who had no idea vampires were a real thing. I had to keep the secret as I learned how to hunt and track these creatures. I was raised alone by my father, so I had no one else to turn to. When he died a few years ago I thought about giving it up. But I’m known as the best slayer now that he’s gone and I have to think about future generations after me. I don’t have a wife or children, and I worry what will happen to our family legacy if I die. Will that be the end of our slayer line?

  The only thing I have in my life is hunting vampires. I’m not proud that I’ve killed another creature, but my father believed that they are an evil plague on this world, just like his father before him believed. I’m supposed to carry on this tradition, but I have my own convictions. Those that I have killed I knew were bad and they had what was coming. I don’t regret what I’ve done, but I’ve never had a restful night of sleep.