A Week with a Vampire (MFMMM)

Vampire Love and Lust 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 84,791
13 Ratings (4.2)

[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, vampires, HEA for M/F]

Exposed to the aphrodisiac of vampire blood, Rebecca wants sex, and she is in the desert with four studs willing to meet her every desire.

Rebecca is a reporter who has been sent to the isolated home of reclusive billionaire Peter von North to interview him for a weeklong assignment.

She soon learns that Peter is a vampire and he has chosen her to fall in love with after a thousand years of loneliness and sorrow. His intention in luring her out to his desert home is to turn her into a vampire like he is.

At Peter's desert compound are his three human friends, Ian, Tex, and Ramos. They have sworn to help Peter in all ways, but what they may not be able to do is help him win Rebecca's love. They are falling for her, too. And now Rebecca wants all four of them in her bed.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.

Note: This book contains dubious consent.

A Siren Erotic Romance

A Week with a Vampire (MFMMM)
13 Ratings (4.2)

A Week with a Vampire (MFMMM)

Vampire Love and Lust 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 84,791
13 Ratings (4.2)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
I like a good vampire story and I liked this one. I loved Peter the vampire, although he was a touch too arrogant and didn't like taking no for an answer, but when he realised he was hurting Rebecca, he did back off, albeit he did hide in the background as she got on with her life. I didn't quite know what roles Ian, Rex and Ramos played, other than to provide hot sex for Rebecca. But what a wonderful way to give Rebecca and Peter their "Happy Ever After".
Marie Jermy
I love this story so believable and love how it was such a happy ending for Peter and Rebecca.
Barefoot Okie

Story Excerpt


The dungeon was an underground concrete vault. Rebecca had no concept of climbing down the steps that led here. She had blacked out much as she had on the prior evening and had only come to when he had led her to the center of the dark cavern.

When she came fully awake, the fear of the place, the awesome size, and murky shadows flooded her senses. Peter moved to stand at her side. His warmth and tall frame gave her comfort. If she had been alone down in these catacombs, she knew she would have lost her mind in the first couple of minutes. As it was, her breathing had become ragged and she was still sweating. Although the closer Peter moved to her, the calmer she became.

He put his hands on her shoulders, and she closed her eyes at his touch, luxuriating in the simple feel of his long fingers and soft stroking.

“I promised to show you everything,” he told her from behind. “Here it is. In this room is the sum of my wealth.”

“I don’t know what to say, Peter.” This was the truth. She was speechless. First the place had taken her breath away, and now his close proximity was taking her to new places. “I’ve never before seen anything like this. Is it all real?”

“I assure you none of these gems are forged. Please walk among them. Examine them.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know very much about precious stones, but I take your word for it.”

She turned around and looked up at him. He towered above her. In the dark, his face seemed to glow as much as the minerals did and was even more beautiful to behold.

“Aren’t you afraid to keep so much wealth in one place?” she asked him. “I mean, what if you were robbed? This place would be a pretty big temptation for thieves.”

“I am afraid of very few things. Thieves are not one of them.”

“Do you carry insurance on this?”

“I have no need for insurance. No one will ever enter this place uninvited.”

She forced herself to turn away from him. She stepped down a row of glowing gems stacked thirty feet in the air to the dark reaches of the stone ceiling overhead. Just willing herself to leave his presence and walk a few feet away from him was causing her stomach to do flip-flops. The dark row of jewels allowed her some privacy and a chance to calm her nerves.

She picked up one of the stones and turned it over in her palm. She didn’t know anything about rare gems such as these, but if she’d had to guess, she would have said it was a large uncut ruby she held in her hand. She had no idea what the exact value of this stone would have been on the open market, but what she now held would have probably paid her salary at the network for a couple of months. There were thousands of these stones stacked in front of her, and this was only a single row. The dungeon must have held hundreds of rows just like this one. She tried to do the math in her head, but the numbers got too big, and she wasn’t thinking her clearest right at the moment anyway.

“Peter…” She called over her shoulder to him. Now that she had her back turned to him and didn’t have to face those beautiful soul-searching eyes of his, she felt more like herself and like speaking to him. “I get the feeling that you are talking down to me at times, as if I’m a child.”

She had wanted to tell him this ever since they first started talking last night. She didn’t know why, but somehow it had become important to her that she earn his respect.

“If you were my father’s age, I could understand. But I think we’re about the same age, and I’ve got to tell you it bothers me when you talk like that.”

She turned a corner and walked down another row of his wealth. She felt like a chicken for physically walking away from him when she was trying to confront him with her words. However, she was interested in seeing all the valuables of the dungeon. The row she was on now held what looked to be cases of ancient gold coins.

“I don’t know if it’s just a sexist thing you’ve got going on. Perhaps you don’t feel female reporters are as competent as male reporters.” She continued her stroll down the row of boxes and crates, but knew her voice carried back to him across the high reach of the ceiling. “But I have to tell you that I actually have a fairly decent IQ, and from now on I’d appreciate it if you could talk to me as an equal. If for no other reason than I think it will make you seem more human during our interviews.”

She rounded a corner, and he was standing right in front of her. She let out a startled scream. How could he have made it all the way down here without her hearing the sound of his steps echo against the stone? Also, shouldn’t he be just a little out of breath? He had covered something like fifty feet in five seconds. He had to have run.

“Peter, you have a knack for scaring me.” Although she immediately felt dumb for having screamed just when she had been telling him she refused to be treated like a child.

“I do not mean to treat you as an inferior, Rebecca,” he told her. “I would not have asked you to spend this week with me or showed you the source of my wealth if I thought you anything other than my equal. Indeed, I believe you are superior to me in many ways.”

She leaned back against one of the crates and ran her hand through her hair, trying to think why it was that his opinion mattered to her so much. She had interviewed plenty of people over the last couple of years who probably hated her, and she never gave it a second thought. Why was Peter so important to her?

“I’m sorry, Peter,” she said. “I’m not feeling myself. Of course I realize you don’t mean anything by your words other than to be courteous. You said yourself you are somewhat of a hermit out here and probably just have lost touch with how to talk with people.”

“Especially beautiful women.”




For all the tortures of the night he had just lived through, the naked man sleeping beneath her was still the most beautiful she had ever seen. His muscles still looked strong and healthy. She looked down between his legs. Even in his sleep another powerful erection was swelling his cock. Her pussy was already wet and ready for another bout with him later.

When he woke up, she wouldn’t let him off the bed. She climbed on top of him and gently inserted his swollen member into her damp pussy. She rode him hard and aggressively, taking out all of her passions, all of her fears and frustrations of the previous months in that one long fuck of her man. He held on to her hips and let her prolong their shared pleasure.

He sat up in bed with her on his lap, his cock inserted deep inside her body. In each other’s arms they shared another long kiss. She could hardly get enough of him and wouldn’t let him come up for air. Now she was on top and could control the tempo of their lovemaking, bringing them both close but then back down again at the appropriate moment to prolong their shared pleasure. She locked her legs behind his back and they began grinding against each other. Both of them had been driven crazy with a pent-up need that could only now be completely fulfilled.

Again when she could feel him getting close she calmed him and took control, lowering them back down in their level of passion and restraining the ultimate climax, allowing it to continue to build in the air between them. She now heard moans escape his throat under her kiss, and she was determined to ride him as hard as he had ridden her. Her pussy was slick and wet and already her muscles had started to bunch together between her legs, drawing him inside deeper and causing the breath to leave her body.

Even with the overpowering feeling building to a crescendo between her thighs, she refused to let up and held them back from the brink, but all the while kept riding him, grinding into him with a desperate need for his penetration, an urgent need for him to keep filling her body over and over again as she jockeyed him to an unbelievable climax. Suddenly her bedroom was spinning in circles before her eyes and it was as if she was back on vampire blood once again, but this time her maddening climax was merely the product of natural human lust and not a supernatural drug, not a thing to be ashamed of but one to exult in. She had never felt so human or so like a woman as she did at that moment with her legs spread around the body of the man she loved. She had lived for this moment and waited for it and worked to make it happen and now at last it had come for her and she was a woman in love, fucking the man who loved her.

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