The Vampire's Surprise (MM)

Vampire Chronicles 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 42,928
19 Ratings (4.7)

[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Alternative, Vampires/werewolves, Romantic Suspense, Paranormal, MM, HEA]

Quinn Anderson just wanted to be left alone. Between his job as a waiter and caring for his three younger siblings, life had not been kind to him. His choice to warn three vampires of the danger they were in tosses him into the deep end. Suddenly, he's got rogue vampires hunting him, tribe vampires who have questions, and one man who swears they are mates.

After all the years he'd been searching, Dmitri couldn't believe his rajaaka walked into his life to warn him of danger. When the human runs, Dmitri is hot on his trail, only to discover that Quinn comes with three vampire children and a lot of hatred against vampires. Being the second in command of a vampire tribe might be a problem.

Protecting Quinn becomes his top priority, but getting him and his siblings to safety might be harder than Dmitri anticipated when every rogue vampire loose in the city seems intent on capturing him. He just can't figure out why one little human is so important and if he doesn't save Quinn, he may never know.

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The Vampire's Surprise (MM)
19 Ratings (4.7)

The Vampire's Surprise (MM)

Vampire Chronicles 5

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 42,928
19 Ratings (4.7)
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STORY EXCERPT

"The dirty blond guy in the green coat by the door has a gun under his coat," Quinn murmured as he reached for the water glass of one of the three men sitting at the small table. "The two guys in black jackets sitting three booths over are with him. They're rogues. Be careful."

He carefully set the glass back on the table and reached for the next one, then the next, filling them both before placing them on the table as well. He set his pitcher of water on the table and pulled out his order form and smiled at the three astonished faces looking back at him.

"Have you decided what you'd like, gentlemen?" he said loudly. "I would recommend the salmon. The chef has prepared it rather nicely tonight, with fresh herbs, sundried tomatoes and banana peppers, cooked in a light olive oil and seared on both sides. It comes with a side of a garlic mashed potatoes and fresh vegetables."

"Uh, yeah," the man with the midnight black hair said, "that sounds good to me. I'll have that."

Quinn smiled and wrote down the order on his note pad before turning to look at the other two men. One had blond hair, the other dark brown hair. All of them had muscles on top of muscles, which told Quinn they were more than likely enforcers.

"And you, sir?"

"I'll have a steak, rare, and a baked potato." 

"Very good, sir." Quinn added the dark brown haired man's order to his pad then turned to look at the last man, the very large blond haired man. "What can I get you tonight, sir?"

"I'll have the salmon as well."

"Very good, sir. I'll have these out to you right away." Quinn wrote the last order down on his pad then shot a quick glance towards the armed men sitting several feet away. He drew in a deep breath and turned back to his customers. He smiled and pointed. "Of course, sir, the restroom is right down that hallway next to the kitchen door, first door on the left."

The blond arched an eyebrow. "Huh, thank you," he said before standing and heading in that direction.

"Is there anything I can get you gentlemen from the bar? A glass of wine perhaps?"  

"If you'd just point me to the bar, I'll get our drinks."

Quinn nodded at the man with black hair. "Very good sir, it's right over here. I'd be happy to show you the way."

He waited until the man stood and then started towards the bar, leading the way. He knew he needed to get these three men out of the bar before the rogues realized who, and what, they were. His mind was running a million miles a minute as he tried to figure out the best way to do that. There weren't many options for getting three men out of a restaurant full of people without someone noticing. 

Once they reached the bar, Quinn turned and smiled. "If there's anything else I can get you, sir, just let me know."

The man looked confused, but nodded. Quinn hurried back toward the kitchen. He paused in the hallway leading to the kitchen and glanced around to make sure no one was watching before knocking softly on the bathroom door. 

Quinn barely suppressed his yelp when the door was suddenly yanked open and a large hand grabbed him by his white dress shirt, pulling him into the small room. The door was slammed shut and Quinn's body was forced back against it by a much larger one.

"Who are you?" a deep voice growled.

Quinn swallowed hard. He could feel the vampire's hot breath blowing across his face. "No one important."

"Then how do you know about the rogues?"

"I just know, okay?" He groaned as he was lifted and slammed back against the door.

That was going to leave a mark.

"Not good enough."

Quinn rolled his eyes. He'd been through this before. It was never good to show his hand, but he was really getting tired of being roughed up. He was trying to warn these guys that they were in danger, not be a kicking target.

Quinn raised his eyes and looked deep into the golden ones glaring down at him. He reached up and grabbed the vampire's fingers where they were wrapped in his shirt and began to twist them. 

He took great delight in the stunned look on the vampire's face when he was able to free himself. Most people—and pretty much every vampire he came across—didn't expect him to be so strong considering his slight form and small stature. 

Quinn liked proving them wrong.

He straightened his shirt and his tie and then planted his hands on his hips. "Who I am is none of your damn business. If you and your friends want to make a quick exit, I suggest you use the back door through the kitchen. It leads to the alleyway." 

"Why are you doing this?" the vampire asked. "It's obvious that you know who we are, what we are. Why are you helping us?"

"I hate rogues. They are nothing but killers."

Fangs flashed in the bathroom light when the vampire grinned. "So are we."

"No, you take blood to survive. They take blood for enjoyment. There is a difference." It was small, but it was there.

Quinn was slightly intrigued by the dark blond eyebrow that the vampire arched up. In his experience, most vampires were dark—dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark aura. This man was golden from his skin to his eyes to his hair. It was like looking directly into the sun.

He was glorious. 

Quinn would be lying if he said the vampire wasn't drop dead, wet dream gorgeous. All three of the vampires were. That didn't mean he could get involved with them in any manner. He had too much at stake.

"Do you really believe there is a difference?"

"I do." He knew from personal experience that there was a difference.

"You'd be the only one." The man chuckled softly. "Most consider us monsters."

"You mean most humans?"

The man frowned. "Well, yes, I guess."

"Enough said." Quinn turned toward the door and grabbed the handle. "Now, if you want out of here, the back door is through the kitchen. I have to get back to work before I'm missed."

"Wait, who are you?"

Quinn smirked as he glanced over his shoulder. "I'm no one, remember?"

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

"Have you ever been bitten?" 

Quinn shook his head. "I've just donated blood at the clinic. Doc used a needle." 

"The initial bite might hurt a bit, but that's usually due to apprehension. Not knowing what is coming and fearing it. Once I bite you, though, you will only ever receive pleasure from my bite." 

Dmitri's eyes started to glow red. "You called to me from the first scent of your blood; that’s the way it is for my kind. Once we are bonded, a few drops of your blood will sustain me far longer than any other blood I could drink." 

Quinn swallowed hard. "You…you want to drink my blood during sex?" 

Why did that sound so inviting? 

"It is very erotic for my kind to take blood during sex," Dmitri said. "It heightens the feeling for both me and my partner, raises our awareness of each other and the pleasure we bring to each other. You are my rajaaka, Quinn. That makes you very special. Only I may drink from you and never to the point where you could be harmed. I take your blood to sustain my life and to cement the bond between us." 

"Only you?" 

"Only me, rajaaka. For someone else to drink from you would be a betrayal of everything a vampire stands for. I could kill them for such an act." 

Quinn wasn't sure if that excited him or scared him. 

Maybe both. 

"May I claim you, Quinn? I swear I will want no other, just you, for the rest of my very long life, and I will protect you and the kids to my very last breath." 

Quinn fingered the collar of Dmitri's shirt and then let his hand trail lazily down the front of Dmitri's chest as he licked his lips. He could almost smell the man's growing arousal, Dmitri's eyes flickering with desire as he watched the tiny movement of Quinn's tongue.  

"I accept your claim, Dmitri." 

An involuntary shiver raced through Quinn's body when the Dmitri's large hands closed around his waist, pulling him closer. His cock ached, his need growing with every passing second. Quinn knew if he didn't get Dmitri's cock in his ass in the next sixty seconds, he was going to blow without him. 

Quinn felt a fraction of fear when his shirt was suddenly ripped open, bits of fabric flying in every direction. That fear slithered away when he felt those delicious hands move over his chest, settling on his nipples to pluck and pull at them. 

Quinn's head dropped back on his shoulders, and he groaned. It was unintelligible sound but crystal clear in its volume. A deep groan of need, Quinn's need. Dmitri seemed to know just how much to tug, to pull, how much pressure to use to bring Quinn to the very edge of bliss.  

That bliss was suddenly ripped away when a deep pain started in Quinn's head. He blinked in shock, not from the pain of Dmitri's hand fisting in his hair, but from heat he could see building in Dmitri's brown eyes, turning them darker with every passing second. 

Quinn's pants were yanked down his legs. He shivered as he stood there butt ass naked except for the shoes on his feet. His legs were kicked apart, and Quinn felt Dmitri step between them before he could protest. 

Quinn rolled my eyes, like he was going to protest.  

Not. 

Quinn found himself doing the one thing he never did. He begged. "Please." 

Yeah, he was that damn needy. 

"I have to stretch you first, rajaaka." 

Quinn's eyebrows rose when Dmitri pulled a single-use lube packet out of his pocket. Dmitri tore it open and poured a sufficient amount of slick out onto his fingers, and then snapped the lid closed. He dropped the lube onto the couch.  

Quinn's high-pitched grunt filled the room as Dmitri's fingers pushed into his ass. His body stiffened for a moment and then rippled. His heart thundered against his chest when Dmitri started thrusting his fingers into Quinn's tight ass over and over again, until he felt the little ring of muscles stretch and pulse against Dmitri's fingers. 

"Need you, Quinn," Dmitri whispered as he pulled his fingers free and scooted up against Quinn's ass cheeks. A big thick cock was pushed into his ass, the burning so intense that for a moment, Quinn thought he might pass out. He felt like his ass was being speared in two as Dmitri slowly pushed forward, sinking his huge cock into Quinn's tight hole.  

By the time he felt Dmitri's thighs brush up against his ass, Quinn thought he might be able to taste the man's cock in his throat. He gripped the edge of the couch and tried not to wince when Dmitri stilled inside of him. 

He needed Dmitri to move, to fuck him, to do something. He was being impaled on a two by four and the man was just standing there, not moving. It was driving Quinn insane. His ass was stretched so wide he felt like he might be split in half, and he ached. 

Every inch of Dmitri's massive cock dragged across Quinn's sweet spot as the man pulled out and pushed back in. For one crazy second, Quinn wondered if Dmitri's cock had been specifically designed just for his ass. It felt like he filled every inch of Quinn, as if Dmitri was supposed to ignite every nerve in his ass. 

It was fucking fantastic, better than he had even hoped. 

All Quinn could do was moan. His ass was being pummeled as the man pounded into him at a rate that was, frankly, very astonishing. Quinn could barely register the fact that Dmitri had pulled out before he was pushing back in. 

Quinn was suddenly lifted up into the man's arms. And then Dmitri sat down on the floor, dragging Quinn down with him. As his body settled over Dmitri's, the cock in his ass slid in even further, which surprised the hell out of Quinn. He didn't think Dmitri could sink any further inside of him. Quinn's legs were spread until they draped over Dmitri's thighs and his back was pulled up snug against Dmitri's sweaty chest.  

All thoughts and breathing in general faded from Quinn's mind when he felt a hand close around his cock. He was so sensitive he swore he could feel a tickling on his balls as Dmitri started to stroke him.  

Maybe it was sweat. 

Quinn didn't care. 

Really. 

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