[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, vampires, HEA]
When the Queen of the Vampires's evil twin sister Lillith hears about a country brimming with criminals, she rushes her minions there in hopes of one day conquering her sister’s throne.
Jamie Cavendish is a chubby chef who loves her food. When she is nearly killed by one of Lillith's foul-smelling ghouls, she doesn’t expect to be rescued by a vampire, nor does she expect to be turned into one herself.
Alec is tall, dark, and hot. He is also a vampire. Sent to Australia by the queen to stop Lillith, he has enough on his plate. Now he has Jamie to look after and she just won't stay put.
Can Jamie overcome her new bloodsucking situation in life? And can she help Alec in his quest to stop the Lillith from creating her army? Or will Australia be taken over by Lillith and her foul-smelling ghouls?
Note: This book is written in one point of view.
Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Hang on! Let me rephrase that, it came out all wrong,” I said, when I saw one arrogant eyebrow fly up at my first, well-thought-out question.
“What I meant to ask was, who are you? Why am I naked? Where am I? Where are my clothes? What happened to me? And, did I ask, why am I in bed and totally and completely naked?” My voice rose an octave with that last one. A faint smile flittered across his handsome lips, then it was gone.
His deep voice rumbled. “Before we get into all that, let me ask a question of my own.” I felt a shiver go down my spine. Yep, he was all sex and I was conveniently naked.
I could just picture us rolling around on this big soft bed, doing all sorts of dirty, shameful, delicious things. Grabbing him by that tight black top, pulling him forward on top of me, running my hands down that strong firm stomach until I reached his…
Hold up girl. I mentally slapped myself.
“Sorry, you were saying?” I shook my head, storing those thoughts away to explore later. First things first. Back to who he is and why I’m here!
“I was just asking if you were hungry or had any strange urges?” His voice was as smooth as satin. Urges, he said. Yes, there was definitely an urge.
“What kind of urges?” I replied.
He stood up and approached the bed. I fell slightly as his weight descended on the edge of the bed. He turned to face me.
“Well, it’s not unusual for the newly converted to feel a strong need for sustenance,” said Mr. Sex-on-Wheels. He reached over and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.
Newly converted? What the hell was going on? Had I entered a parallel universe where all of a sudden really hot blokes, oozing sex, made moves on chubby women and offered them “sustenance,” whatever the heck that was? Maybe this is a dream? Maybe I am in a hospital fighting for my life in a coma and these are my inner desires coming out?
“What are you on?” I blurted with all my usual charm and grace. “Converted into what? I’m not into drugs if that’s what you’re offering!”
“No, I’m not offering drugs,” hot stuff replied. I think he was laughing at me. I frowned up at him and tried again.
“Look, I don’t have the foggiest idea what the hell is going on, so I’d really appreciate it if we could just cut the crap.” I sat up a little straighter and the sheet dropped slightly. I saw his eyes dart towards my chest, but luckily I was still covered. Was that…disappointment I felt?
“All right, I guess you can feed later. My name is Alec and you are in my home. My bedroom, to be precise.” He smiled, I tingled.
As he spoke, I looked around the bedroom. It wasn’t huge but big, with cream-coloured walls, scarcely adorned. There were large bay windows covered with thick maroon drapes and a huge fluffy woolen rug that covered most of the polished floorboards. A beautiful oak wardrobe sat to the side of the large door that must have connected this room to the enormous en suite, and a full-length gilded mirror stood in the corner, embellishing the room. The bed and a big armchair were the only other objects in the room. I guess he wasn’t much for possessions and clutter.
“You were attacked in an alley not far from here by a creature we call a ghoul. They like to call themselves Graugr.” He shifted slightly when saying this.
“They are zombie-like creatures who generally kill people by drinking all their blood, but they have also been known to rip people open then leave them there to bleed to death.” Alec said this so matter-of-factly, it was like he was talking about tile renovations. I looked at him, confused.
“Subtle as a sledgehammer, aren’t you? If they drink blood doesn’t that make them Vampires?” I asked.
“No, Vampires don’t kill people and even though they are Undead they retain their soul. These ghouls, or zombies, don’t. They are the real Undead.”
“So what you’re saying is that Vampires are good and zombies are evil?” I said this with the most sarcasm I could muster in my voice. He smiled at me and I nearly swooned.
“Well yes, in black and white.” Alec stood up and turned away, looking uncomfortable.
“This is crazy. Vampires don’t exist and if they do, they live in places like Transylvania, not Elsternwick, Australia. This is just some weird, nasty prank.”
Half turning back, he said, “When we found you, you were as good as dead, so we had no choice but to either convert you or let you die. So obviously we went with the former.” I sat there staring at him, letting what he had said sink in, when the enormity of what he had said hit me with the force of a full-speed freight train.
Scooping me up in his arms, Alec headed out of the parlor and up the stairs to his bedroom. Still holding me in his arms, he crossed the room to the bed and sat down, arranging me on his lap once more. I sat there watching as he leaned back and whipped his T-shirt over his head, exposing his large muscled chest. I loved the way Alec was built. All steel muscle and hard sinew.
I ran my palms over his chest, my fingertips tingling against his rough hair. Alec tucked a stray hair behind my ear, then leaned down and brushed his lips gently across mine.
“‘Tis time to feed, Little One,” Alec whispered, running his lips along my ear. I could feel his arousal pressed into my hip. Turning towards him, I placed my hands on his jaw and kissed him with all the passion I could muster. Opening my mouth, he deepened the kiss and I turned towards him more, straddling his legs between mine.
“You taste so good, I love kissing you,” I said, coming up for air.
“Then we better do it again,” he replied, dragging my head down for another toe-curling kiss. We sat there for what seemed like hours, feeding off each other’s kiss.
I pushed my crotch up against his arousal and felt him shiver in response. As his desire fed mine, it climbed to great heights. We shivered and groaned in each other’s arms.
His hand moved up to palm my breast, and my nipple hardened in response. I felt him touch my mind with his, asking for something I didn’t understand. His free hand reached up to my breast and I threw my head back, groaning. I had never felt like this before. Alec’s hands were so big and my breasts fit them perfectly as he fondled and squeezed them through my top.
“One of us has too much clothing on,” he said. I just groaned more. Alec didn’t bother with the buttons as he ripped open my shirt and threw it to the floor. My bra soon followed, then his large hands were back on my breasts and I was back to groaning. His hands were rough on my soft skin and he rasped his calluses over my tight nipples.
I grabbed onto his hair and planted another open-mouth kiss on him, as I once again grinded my hips into his. Juices leaked from my pussy. His hands moved from my breasts to my buttocks and he pulled me in as he thrust his hips out. Things were really getting heated, but I had no plans of stopping.
Curious to know what Alec was thinking, I probed his mind. Erotic images filled my head with me as the guest star and I knew I was on the right track. Alec was hot for me and when he realized I was in his mind, his arousal turned hotter, scorching in its intensity.
Scooting back on his lap, I reached down and unbuckled his belt. I put my hand on his zipper and felt him jump. I smiled slyly up at him as I undid his pants and his cock sprang out into my hands. I touched his throbbing, firm length in amazement and thanked my lucky stars he was big all over. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then opened them back up. They were passion-filled and lust poured out of their depths.
“Jamie, sweetheart…we have to talk…I…oh, God,” he said. I scooted off his lap without relinquishing my prize and knelt between his legs. With one hand I removed his pants and then turned back to the task “at hand.”
Alec placed his big hand on my head and struggled to say, “Little One, you don’t… oh…understand. I have to…tell you…before we…”
Whatever he was going to say had to wait and he stopped trying once I put his hard flesh in my mouth and ran my tongue over his silky, mushroom-shaped tip. Alec made a noise deep in his chest that made my pussy quiver in response, so I took him deeper in my mouth. Running my tongue up and down his length as I went, I hollowed out my cheeks and started to bob my head up and down. I sucked hard and groaned, which caused my throat to vibrate along his great girth. His hand tightened in my hair and he pulled me up.
“That’s enough of that, sweetheart,” he sputtered. I soon found myself on my back on the bed. Alec whipped off my skirt and panties, then spread my thighs and sat back to look at me.
“Beautiful,” was all he said. My pussy clenched as he gazed at it and my juices leaked down towards my ass. Alec swiped his tongue through my valley. I couldn’t suppress the loud moan as he flicked his tongue across my clit. Alec sucked my small bud into his mouth and ran the flat of his tongue across it again and again. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I was so close, but I didn’t want to finish that way.
I held my arms out to him and he came to me willingly.
“I want to feel you inside me.” I breathed into his ear.