Vampire Mythicals Book 3
Unlock a thrilling forbidden affair between a vampire and the boss in Vampires Don't Date the Boss. Solve the suspenseful mysteries and face challenges to survive this captivating journey - but don't forget the hidden secrets!
He never expected to find himself in this immortal position - living a double life, fighting his own inner battles, and dangerously close to falling in love with his boss.
Edward Thompson is a vampire, one of the survivors of Melios's nest, and has been living a lie. He has kept his secret from everyone, including his captivating boss, Eve Harrison.
But his feelings for her are too strong to ignore. When Eve discovers the truth, will she be able to accept him, or will it mean the end of his life?
Series Order
- Vampires Don't Babysit
- Vampires Don't Protect
- Vampires Don't Date the Boss
- Vampires Don't Fall in Love
Excerpt
The inside of the nightclub reeked with the smell of horny humans, all looking for that sexual match, like heavy incense wafting out into the street. The desires thundered, matching the bass that echoed in the street, or so it seemed to Edward Thompson.
He could feel it in the air, like a sweat he couldn’t wipe from his skin.
He’d considered going inside, but it seemed fruitless.
Too many cameras.
And he didn’t like people watching while he was eating.
One of the long-held vampire myths was wrong—vampires could see their reflections just fine. Closed-circuit monitors captured them as well. Truly, any sort of film did.
While post-mortem their remains disappeared, but in the breathing existence, yes, they could be recorded. All those lovely photos of humans that look the same generation after generation? Many were vampires hiding in plain sight.
Sometimes the best places to hide were with a crowd.
Melios told them that.
But Thompson wasn’t one for crowds before he turned, much less now. He remained careful where he showed up. He hadn’t been turned for very long, really, not on the grand scale of some of the others. Their sire, Melios? He had been around for a few centuries. He’d never been told exactly how long, but it was much longer than a few decades, as so many in the nest were.
None of the nest were particularly old, relatively speaking, but it didn’t seem to bother Reynolds, Malcomb, or the others like it did him.
Maybe that was because none of them mentioned their human life before. Though reminiscing about the past was not encouraged.
The past was gone.
They’d all killed it when they’d turned, as Melios liked to say.
Thompson, however, still thought about those he grew up with. There were still humans who knew Thompson from before, and he didn’t want to bite someone he went to school with or some such.
If Malcomb or Reynolds had similar concerns, they never voiced it.
“You not going in?” Jake Reynolds asked.
Thompson shook his head. “I’ll catch the scraps.” It was easier to grab a potential meal from someone in the shadows than it was in the club, where everyone was touching and watching everyone anyway.
At least, that was the way that worked for him
Reynolds shrugged. “We don’t get out often. You should enjoy it.”
“Fuck, I will,” Isaac Malcomb said, grinning as he headed for the door.
“Be back soon,” Reynolds said. “Malcomb!”
Malcomb spun around and his teeth bared from his grin.
Reynolds touched his mouth.
Malcomb frowned.
Thompson rolled his eyes. Overly enthusiastic, sometimes. Of course, getting away from their sire and being allowed to just exist was a rarity.
They’d earned it this time.
They had been tasked to handle a problem with some newly turned vampires. Finding said vampires and disposing of them.
One of those weird twists in the world--no vampire could kill one of their own—at least, not by direct physical contact.
So indirect physical contact was warranted. Like strapping offenders to the roof before dawn. Let the sunshine do the work. First, the sun ashed, then the wind carried away the evidence.
While guns worked too, they had their own problems. Guns left evidence. Even if it was just bullet casings. And evidence meant questions. Humans who asked questions caused problems.
Part of the reason two members of their team had joined.
Joanie Alekhine and Travis Collins waited by the door of Mythicals, the bar that Melios had sent them to check out. The place had recently been bought out by a new owner, some werewolf, and it was supposed to be friendly to the mythical population. And humans were always ripe for the picking because they loved to be seen at the latest place in town.
Though how that worked, Thompson didn’t know, because humans weren’t supposed to know mythicals existed. It seemed, tonight at least, there were plenty of humans who were very into the idea of checking out the bar.
Lots of food for the taking.
Thompson’s stomach growled. He started to walk away from the bar’s entrance.
“Hey there, sexy,” came a female voice.
He turned. Human, he thought—no obvious signs of mythical nature, anyway.
“I think you need to buy me a drink,” she said, rubbing her hand on her hip suggestively.
Hunger surged inside him, and he could feel the desires creeping up. His gaze ran over her pleasing curves. Lush hips that certainly would feel good against him as he feasted.
She started to walk toward him, and he could smell her desire, bubbling up to the surface. The smell of her intoxication increased as she got closer, but regardless, he was hungry. He checked the surroundings as she came over to him.
Willing was always easiest.
Melios had always told him that.
Taking was necessary, but if they’re willing to give it to you…
The woman approached. She was willing. Very willing.
Others in the immediate area were glancing their way.
Damn.
This was why he didn’t come down to bars often if he didn’t have to.
The attention.
He didn’t like it.
She got closer. “Wow, you really are a hottie, aren’t you?” She touched him. He felt the vibration of desire rolling off her like the thumping bass at a car show. She was looking for something tonight.
And Thompson was going to be that something.
Take her!
Do it!
He clenched his teeth and slid his arm around her. “Come with me.”
She held onto him as he walked back into the shadows between the buildings.
Out of prying eyes.
“Honey, we should—” she started to say.
He silenced her by yanking her against him. He was both hungry for the blood in her veins and hard for the feel of her hips against him.
She gasped; a crooked smile passed over her face. “Well, hi,” she said, her hips rocking into his.
He silenced her with a searing kiss. She groaned as he ran his hands over her curves, savoring the feel of the soft flesh under the dress.
It didn’t take him long to pull her further into the shadows.
In a moment, she begged him.
He touched her, in all the intimate places, her heart pounding in her chest, the blood rushing under her skin. He turned her away from him, against a stair rail, and when he buried his cock inside her, he buried his teeth into her neck.
He groaned.
She cried out.
He rocked his hips into hers, devouring the flavor of her, his bloodlust finally getting its fill, for now at least.
She was gone, lost in the sensations, her body quivering under his, her insides squeezing him in her ecstasy.
Take her.
Drain her dry…
Melios’s words thundered in his head.
The demand to feast and drain every drop of this woman felt like falling into a cold shower, stopping him cold. Whether it truly was his sire, from somewhere else, telling him what to do, or just the ingrained teachings the vampire had always said over the years, Thompson wasn’t sure.
Only that it was enough to make him break.
The woman’s head dipped to the side, the blood oozing out her wounds like she’d fallen asleep.
Slowly, my dear, Thompson thought. “Slowly back to reality.”
He licked the area, getting the last of the blood, and letting his saliva do what it did to seal the wound.
She moaned and he carefully stroked her arms, her legs, as he pulled out of her, his cock still hard, unsatisfied. He fastened his pants, adjusting everything as his cock started to lose some hardness. It was still painfully uncomfortable, but he couldn’t do anything about that.
The woman started to wake. She became more aware, and looked around, her eyes wide.
She stared at him. “You’re… Did we?”
He pulled her to him, stroking a strand of her hair from her face. “You are exquisite.”
She shook her head. He put his hand on her chin and brought her gaze up to him.
“You probably should be getting home,” he told her, his tone very carefully chosen.
She blinked.
Twice.
“I should be getting home.”
He nodded. “Call your ride.”
“I’ll call my ride,” she said and pulled her cell phone out of her little wrist purse thing.
Thompson walked her back to the sidewalk. He kissed her cheek, whispered a few soft nothings to her, enough to keep her calm and get her to go right to bed when she got home. And not notice the wounds on her neck. They’d likely be healed by morning, but a suggestion to not look in the mirror when she got home was always useful.
He remained close enough to make sure she got her ride. He didn’t have to wait long. Maybe five minutes. She climbed in and was off.
Yet another victim of a vampire.
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