Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Her back hits the wall. The sound of ripping material fills the room. I groan loudly as I fill her in one long thrust. Her gasp of pleasure and the sting of her nails digging into me pull me back, reminding me that I haven’t kissed her.
She must hear my inner thoughts because she moves before me. She moves her hands from my hair to push me down as she raises her mouth to meet mine. I thrust in and out of her as our tongues mimic our fucking. I try and slow down, but I can’t. It doesn't help when her pussy clamps around me as her orgasm pushes forward.
The smell of sex fills my lungs. It’s all too much. When she moans into my mouth and bites down on my lip I can’t stop myself from cumming with her. I groan as her tight pussy greedily clamps down on me.
It’s a fight to not go to my knees. I use one hand to brace myself against the wall as I thrust into her, enjoying the small after-quakes of her orgasm around my cock.
She licks my lips and I know she drew blood. She is a hungry thing when she has one of my boys inside her. I’m always eager to feed her.
“You need more?” I ask her. She licks her own lips this time.
“Yeah. I don’t wanna go out anymore,” she tells me before kissing me again. I somehow move us over to the bed, wanting my mate to be comfortable. “We do have a sitter.” She’s pulling at my shirt now. Her eyes are hungry.
That look in her eyes has my chest rumbling with need to give her what she craves. I pull my shirt from my body for her. Neither of us cares much for going out. This is the perfect date night to me, spending it drowning in her.
We do go out from time to time, but we prefer home where our family is. A family is what we both crave. She thinks I’ve given her one, but it’s she who’s given me a family.
Without her I’d still be empty inside. Drifting through life. Yes, I had my coven but this is different. She’s given my life meaning, made me feel, and I don’t ever want to stop. I’m lucky I have a mate who is as hungry for me as I am for her.
I’ll spend eternity feeding her hunger and I know I will be the happiest beast that ever graced this world.
Bitten by the Virgin
Ravana Faith has been learning to live as a vampire while surrounded by her overprotective family. She hasn’t had her chance to shine, and she’s ready to prove to everyone that she’s not made of glass. When the specter of a slayer comes to their city, she wants to be the one to take him out. But what happens when that’s exactly who she falls for?
Valen Sterling is from a long line of men who hunt vampires. It’s not the life he dreamed of as a child, but what else is he supposed to do? He has a legacy to continue and nothing will get in his way…until Ravana is the one to block his path. Can he give up everything he’s ever known for the woman who is supposed to be his enemy?
Warning: It’s the first time we’ve written vampires, so go easy on us. Enjoy this brand new series that features a coven of five and read about how all of them find love.
Chapter 1
Ravana
I watch all the children go from house to house trick-or-treating. Each one looks cuter than the last in their Halloween costumes. My heart aches with longing as their round cheeks turn pink from the slight chill in the air. As I sit on the bench I see moms and dads holding hands as they follow behind their children, smiling and taking pictures.
When I died I didn’t mourn the loss of my life. I mourned that I would never become a mother. I guess that means in the end he won. He’s told me I’d pay, but I had no idea the price would be so steep. I should have listened better. I was always terrible at that because I’m too strong-headed for my own good. People warned me about him, telling me to stay away. I fell for him at first, but it didn’t take long to see what was beneath his charming exterior.
He’d said all the right things to lure me in, like wanting a family and a white picket fence. I was an easy mark for him when all he ever really wanted was to own me. His goal was to control me and keep me like I was some prized possession. I don’t think he was capable of loving anyone but himself. He zeroed in on me when I started to see who he really was and I rejected him. That’s when his ego couldn't take it. He told me if I wouldn’t be with him then I wouldn't be with anyone. That was the last thing he said before he stabbed the knife into my stomach.