Vampire Beloved Book One
Angie Beaumont couldn’t really see anything, but damn could she feel. Two pairs of large, strong hands running over her body, setting her on fire. Two male bodies caging her in, all hot skin over smooth muscle. Fangs pricking her neck in the lightest of ways, a taste of what was to come.
A hand cupped her throat, fingertips rough and calloused, drawing her to a mouth for a kiss that made her body riot with sensation, while the mouth belonging to the other male kissed a line down her body, pushing her thighs roughly apart.
As one male devoured her mouth, the other devoured her pussy, driving her wild until she rode the edge of pleasure.
It was just within reach. A few more licks on her clit, and rubs of a finger deep within her, and she’d be tossed right into a climax that she’d been waiting for years to happen.
Just as her stomach tightened and her world narrowed down to the sensations cascading through her, the mists and shadows that kept her from seeing what the males looked like intensified, separating them and their delicious bodies from her.
She struggled to stay in the dream, to finish what was started every night.
To know what it was like to fall apart with the two males.
But like every night previously, she had no control over the dreams.
She rolled over with a groan, shoving the blankets down to alleviate the fever coursing through her.
It did nothing to quench the fire within from the overly hot dream.
Though hidden in shadows and mist, she’d known they were vampires when they bit her neck, not to mark her in mating but to feed.
She’d been dreaming of the two vampires for several years.
After the first time, she hadn’t dreamed of them again until the following full moon, and then slowly, as the months had dragged by, she’d reached the point where she now dreamed of her mystery males almost every night.
Her body was strung tight, her nerves frayed and her sleep unrestful.
She both looked forward to and dreaded her dreams, knowing that she’d be blissfully happy for a while, but once dawn broke and she left the males behind, she’d feel empty and unfulfilled.
It was heaven and hell wrapped up together.
The only person she’d told about the dreams was her sister-in-law, Cinder, a special type of hybrid wolf, known as a lygisa.
Born of a wolf father and wiccan mother, when Cinder mated Angie’s brother, Adam, she’d shifted for the first time into a pretty, golden-furred wolf with the power to protect the pack from any who would harm them.
Before mating, Cinder had worked for the Whalen Family Clinic, which was run by Doc Whalen, one of the pack members.
Once Cinder became alpha female, she’d quit working for the clinic and Angie had taken her place at the reception desk.
She enjoyed working there, even when she woke up exhausted from tossing and turning all night thanks to the erotic dreams. But Angie was reaching the breaking point and needed to find the males.
Unfortunately, that task wasn’t going to be easy since she had a few things going against her, including the fact that wolves and vampires generally didn’t get along.
Decades ago, vampires kept shifters in what were known as blood dungeons, where they bred them to create more shifters to feed from.
Shifter blood was more potent than human blood, and shifters had long memories and held grudges.
Although the local vampire coven had alliances with all the supernatural groups in the area to allow the groups to help each other if needed, wolves kept to themselves and never ventured into Fang, the coven-owned club in downtown Cleveland.
So aside from the glaring issue that her truemates were vampires, the larger matter was that there were two of them.
To her knowledge, neither vampires nor wolves shared mates, and her brother willingly allowing two vampires to join the pack as her mates seemed like an impossible feat.
She’d be lucky if Adam didn’t try to just kill them outright.
But perhaps the problem bigger than the animosity their groups held for each other was that she didn’t know who the males were because she never saw their faces in her dreams. She suspected her wolf could recognize them on sight, but she wasn’t sure how to go about even finding them in the first place.
She picked up her phone, saw it was nearly dawn, and decided to get up anyway. She could grab some breakfast and head into the clinic before her family was up, thereby avoiding any questions about why she looked so tired.
Slipping from the bed, she took a cool shower to wake herself up, ignoring the ache in her belly from the need that coursed through her.
She dressed in a skirt and short-sleeved top, before finding her favorite pair of sandals next to the bed.
In the kitchen of the large house she shared with her family, Angie opened the pantry and took out a few granola bars from a large box on the shelf.
She shut the door and turned around, barely stifling a scream of surprise at her cousin, Brick, who was standing right behind her.
“Shit!” she said, swatting him on the shoulder. “You scared the hell out of me.”
He grinned. “I’d apologize but I don’t think you’d believe I was sorry.”
“You’re right.”
“Heading into work early?” He took a mug from the cabinet and popped a coffee pod into the machine.
“Yeah.”
“Not sleeping well?”
“You could say that.”
He turned and leaned against the counter, giving her a long look. “You feeling the need to mate?”
Wrinkling her nose, she went to the refrigerator and took out the lunch she’d packed for herself the night before. “I absolutely don’t want to talk to you about sex and mating.”
“We’re family.”
“Exactly.” She shut the door, tucking a bottle of her favorite mango iced tea under her arm.
“I wouldn’t tell Adam, you know.”
“You know that’s not true, Brick. If Adam thought you knew something about me and he wanted to know, he could just order you to tell him. Besides, it’s nothing you can help me with anyway.” Unless he could make her dreams come true by bringing her the males from her dreams.
“You look pretty miserable, Ang. Everyone is worried about you.”
“I’m fine, really. You’re sweet for wanting to help, but you can’t.”
He frowned, his brows dipping down. “If you wanted to mate a human or another type of shifter, Adam would get over it, you know. He wants you to be with a male of good standing in the pack, but obviously no male in our pack is your mate or you’d already be mated.”
It was tempting to tell her cousin about her dreams. On the one hand, she trusted Brick because he was family and a good male.
But on the other hand, he was her brother’s right-hand male and that meant that his loyalty to her went only as far as Adam would allow it.
Which meant she couldn’t tell him anything.
“I’ll be fine,” she promised.
He gave her a long look and she felt like he was trying to read her thoughts. Thankfully mind-reading wasn’t a wolf trait. “The full moon is in a week. Perhaps you’re feeling out of sorts because of that.”
It was true that wolves tended to be extra-strength horny on the full moon.
There were more male wolves than female wolves, so she and other unmated pack females often had sex with the unmated males on the full moon to help alleviate their needs.
Ever since she’d been dreaming of her truemates, however, the need to be with anyone but them was long gone.
Shaking herself from her thoughts, she smiled at Brick. “I should get going. Thanks for thinking of me, though, but I promise I’m fine.”
“Ang,” he said.
“I’m fine,” she said, a little more forcefully than she intended.
Before he could say anything else, she hurried from the kitchen and outside, tossing her lunch and drink onto the seat of her car.
Her shift didn’t start until seven, but she knew that Doc Whalen wouldn’t mind her coming in early.
There was always something to do, even in the downtime.
Turning her thoughts to the drive, she pushed away the memories of her dream, as well as the discussion with Brick, and focused on the road. It was going to be a long day.