Her Vampire Mates

  Her Vampire Mates

  By Tamsin Baker

  A standalone MMF Paranormal romance with a

  super steamy heat rating and female Domme elements.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  HER VAMPIRE MATES

  First edition. September 16, 2019.

  Copyright © 2019 Tamsin Baker.

  Written by Tamsin Baker.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Her Vampire Mates

  Chapter 1.

  Chapter 2.

  Chapter 3.

  Chapter 4.

  Chapter 5.

  Chapter 6.

  Chapter 7.

  Chapter 8.

  Chapter 9.

  Chapter 10.

  Chapter 11.

  Chapter 12.

  Chapter 13.

  Epilogue

  *THE END*

  Marie’s Blood Mate | By Tamsin Baker

  THE END

  London 1815.

  Chapter 1.

  Lina.

  I put a hand to my stomach and swallowed against the wave of nausea that rolled through my belly. My whole body ached in a way that made my teeth hurt and my knees weak.

  The curse of my vampirism.

  I hadn’t fed in weeks and my need for blood had evolved from a luxury item that I often did without, to the highest priority on my necessity list.

  With an eye jaded from too many years running a London brothel, I leaned against a pillar in my main sitting room and observed the men in front of me.

  Hopefully, there would be someone looking for trouble tonight. It would give me an excuse to drain him dry, knowing I was doing the world a favor.

  Being over four-hundred years old, thankfully, my blood needs were on the lesser end of the scale for a vampire, which meant I could usually wait for someone appetizing to come along before I fed on him.

  Someone who smelled perfect, who had the precisely scented skin that would entice me to feed. To fill my body with his life’s essence.

  Tonight, however, would be an exception.

  Unfortunately.

  A high-pitched squeal from the back corner of the room caught my attention and I used my paranormal speed to move to the spot before another sound of distress could be made.

  “Take your hands off her. Now.”

  I gripped the wrist of the slovenly dressed gentleman who was sliding his hand up the inside of Marie’s thigh and tried to rein my temper in. It wouldn’t be good business to injure him in front of everyone, though it was tempting.

  I needed to maintain my reputation of being hospitable to my main clientele.

  The gentlemen of the ton.

  Ick... Vikings had better manners than these men.

  Especially the ones who came in my doors. There was nothing gentle about them. In fact, I despised the men who came into my expensive, well-run brothel and treated my girls like common dock tarts. They may be whores in a whorehouse, but they deserved to be chosen respectfully and then taken to a private room.

  The man before me, who reeked of liquor and was aged into his late forties, turned up his lip at me.

  He looked like an over-dressed pig.

  “I’m paying for her. I’ll do whatever I like.”

  Oh, no... no, you won’t.

  I suppressed the need to rip out his throat, and instead smiled down at the English lord. My fangs tingled inside my gums and threatened to show themselves to the world. Only years of training stopped them from sliding out of my mouth.

  After all, I didn’t want to relocate to another town again, which was what happened when I’d accidentally showed the ton what I was.

  There were rules about vampires exposing themselves to humans, and a council of paranormals imposed punishments for breaking the laws.

  I narrowed my eyes at the man. “Sir, after you pay... you may take Marie to her room. But know this... I do not allow my girls to be hurt, irrespective of how big your purse may be.”

  This time I used a small amount of my real strength to squeeze the man’s wrist bones together. They made a sickening crunch when I did, and a satisfying thrill shot through my belly. In fact, it made me crave so much more.

  How good would it feel to break his legs?

  The man’s eyes widened as he groaned with pain. Then he nodded his head sharply and removed his other hand from Marie’s thigh.

  Marie stood from her awkward position and flicked her skirts down with practiced ease. She’d been born a lady in a good family, but they’d fallen on hard times and Marie had been forced from the safety of her parents’ home and into the world.

  I took her in, gave her and job and tried not to give Marie to that sort of men.

  I nodded once as I made a decision for the safety of my favorite girl.

  This man would not have Marie.

  “Jane?” I turned and snapped my fingers, calling to my most experienced whore. Jane was tough, and could withstand our roughest clientele. In fact, I think a part of her liked it.

  But even Jane knew that she was promised a rescue whenever she needed it.

  Jane pressed her full breasts, which were barely covered by her thin chemise, into the gentleman’s side. “This way, sir. You’ll love my room.”

  The man looked from Marie’s beautiful face to Jane’s with a grimace. I knew that compared to slender and young Marie, Jane was plain and older, but she was buxom and had enthusiasm that made up for it.

  I smiled without humor, knowing exactly what the man was about to say. He didn’t want Jane.

  I wasn’t a mind-reader like others of my brethren, but I had empathy and had been reading facial expressions, body language and aromas for centuries.

  “I know you want Marie, sir, but these are my premises and when visiting, you will do what I say. I can promise you, Jane will not disappoint.”

  Jane dropped a hand to the man’s crotch and began to rub him while she whispered promises of pleasure into his ear.

  The man’s face soon changed, and his scent heated with arousal. The couple was gone in mere moments and I exchanged a smile with the grateful Marie.

  “Thank you, Lina.”

  I nodded at her and she swept off to find another gentleman for the night.

  I turned back to the room and waited for my meal to tempt me.

  Which one should I choose... suddenly a scent caught my attention and I inhaled deeply. My nostrils filled with the most incredible scent. A mixture of honey and ambrosia.

  Relief filled me. I wouldn’t have to make do with just anyone’s blood tonight. My prey had arrived.

  I turned slowly, forcing myself to enjoy the hunt, to anticipate and savor the first time I looked upon him.

  And suddenly... there he was.

  This prey was beautiful, but then again, they always were. Not to everyone’s taste, but always to mine. He smelled divine, his warm blood pumping along his veins in time with his heart, an intoxicating rhythm that called to me as strongly as any siren.

  My fangs ached, my stomach gurgled and my sex pulsed in time with my blood lust.

  I focused on his face, his stature... his air. This gentleman was one that all would admire. He was tall, broad and handsome. He would do fine.

  I sauntered forward, swinging my hips in time with the heart pulse that drew me towards them. “Can I help you gentlemen?”

  There were four men, all about thirty years of age. Three of the men were red-faced and overweight, with long, foppish hair to their shoulders.

  Not my type at all.

  I placed my hands on my hips and glanced up from under my lashes as I sashayed towards them. People considered me
beautiful, I knew. Preserved at a perfect age for both sexual appeal and beauty, my maker had been very clever with his choice and I thanked him for the gift of immortality often.

  The gentleman who called to me like a siren singing to a ship full of sailors stood in front of the assembled group and spoke for them all.

  “We heard you were the best madam in London. My friends would like a woman each, please.” He bowed to me and I saw him shudder.

  The scent of my prey’s arousal rolled off him in waves and my body quickened in response. He knew I wanted him and he answered in kind.

  I smiled broadly at them all. “Of course. Please, come in, find a girl you like. She will then escort you to her room.”

  I swept my arm out wide and indicated to the women around the room, who smiled invitingly at the men. I ran a clean brothel. Each girl had her own room, her own sheets, her own toys, and I guaranteed their safety.

  I knew how hard it was to make a livelihood as a single female and could sympathize with every one of my girls. I’d love to be their savior, but I simply couldn’t get them out of this life. Not yet, anyway. I needed to also make a living, but I could certainly keep them safe.

  They only needed to whisper my name and I would be there to destroy any man responsible for their distress. My hearing was exceptional and my strength surpassed all humans.

  A man could not hurt one of my girls and walk away with his body intact.

  Each of the men surrounding my prey left him and found a girl.

  None of them felt dangerous to me. They reeked of arousal and alcohol—a good combination for an easy night.

  The beautiful man that I wanted stayed standing in the center of the room, watching me with lust swirling in his dark eyes.

  “Do none of my girls catch your eye, sir?” I asked, walking forward and breathing in his scent.

  The gentleman met my gaze straight on, his shoulders tall and proud. That was rare. Most men instinctively knew I was dangerous. Like a dancing snake.

  I held his gaze, admiring his brown eyes, which were flecked with yellow.

  “No, thank you. I’m only here to make sure everyone gets home safely.”

  I inhaled sharply when he answered, my stomach tightening with need. His voice was deep and soothing, and so much sexier than I’d anticipated.

  He didn’t want any of my young girls, which pleased me immensely.

  No gentleman had ever said “no” to me before and I assumed that if I offered myself, I would not be refused. My gaze ran over his features one more time.

  The beauty of his face was breathtaking and his scent was intoxicating me more with every breath I took.

  Sweet yet strong, and totally forbidden.

  Surprised by the strength of my reaction, I decided to test it, and held my breath for a moment, but to no avail. My body still pulsed with hunger, and it wasn’t merely my blood cravings I wanted to satisfy.

  I hadn’t lusted after a human in a very long time, and I’d forgotten what it felt like.

  Usually when I fed on a human I waited until my chosen prey had fallen asleep with one of my girls, then I would take the blood I needed.

  The human never remembered what had happened and I would finally be satisfied. This man, though... he seemed special somehow.

  I wanted him, and I hadn’t fucked a human in so long. Perhaps it was time once again?

  I stepped closer to him and spoke directly into his ear.

  “I am clean, though I can’t guarantee I am totally safe to you. Would you like to spend some time with me tonight?”

  The scent of his lust spiked at my suggestion, but I also sensed his shock at being propositioned by me.

  “Thank you, but no.”

  A real gentleman, how unusual.

  I drew back and smiled my most seductive smile up at him.

  “Wait until all of your friends are settled and come find me. I have something I would like to show you.”

  The gentleman’s eyes widened again and his nostrils flared. He was picking up my scent, which was a good sign. I needed blood to survive, it was true. But I was also aroused.

  This man would be perfect for satisfying both of my cravings.

  I flicked my head and walked across the room to the only male servant I kept, swinging my hips in a provocative way and hoping my gentleman would notice.

  “Look after everything for me. But call if you need me, I won’t be far away.”

  Charles nodded. He’d witnessed my strength before and wouldn’t hesitate to call for me if I was truly needed.

  My gentleman strode up suddenly and bowed with an exaggerated flourish I didn’t deserve.

  “Is there somewhere I may wait for my friends?”

  Oh, he was still playing coy, was he?

  I inclined my head as though saying yes, took his arm and guided him along the short hallway. My belly trembled with nerves I hadn’t experienced in decades.

  The feeling was as unusual as it was refreshing, and I relished the almost human feeling of anticipation.

  When we reached the door to my underground bedroom, I pressed my pelvis into his then pushed him into the wall.

  He was solid and warm, a perfect combination.

  “I know you want me, my lord. You do not need to fight it.”

  I reached up and ran my nails gently down his smooth face while I swayed the tip of my hipbone against his hardening cock.

  My own body responded to his arousal, heating and preparing itself to take him.

  He didn’t move and I leaned forward to speak directly into his ear. “I will take you out of yourself. I will give you pleasure you have never experienced.”

  I leaned forward and nipped at his earlobe, using my tongue to taste the saltiness of his skin. “You only need to give me the chance to show you.”

  The shiver that went through my prey was spectacular, and, amazingly ,I felt an intense rush of need for him.

  Human men were my sustenance and livelihood. How amazing that I was now looking forward to pleasuring one.

  The gentleman, who was still pressed against me, took in a steady breath and used his hands to slowly push me back. He looked directly in my eyes once again and this time he looked hesitant, yet determined to follow this path.

  “I would like to take you up on your offer, my lady.”

  He trembled as he spoke, his natural instincts serving him well. He was afraid and yet tempted by what I offered, and therefore, he couldn’t resist.

  I smiled at my beautiful prey. I was no lady.

  Not the sort he was used to dealing with, anyway.

  “This way, my lord.”

  I pulled a key from my skirt pockets and unlocked the door that led to my underground bedroom, my private chambers. It was my daytime resting place and playroom for the men I took to my bed.

  I began to descend the steps, feeling the human’s anxiety escalate as we made our way further down. By the fifty-seventh step, the very last one, his fear thickened the air with a pungent odor.

  “Where are we?” he asked, his voice catching slightly.

  “My dungeon.”

  Chapter 2.

  Lina.

  My prey’s flicker of arousal beat against the fear still surrounding him.

  There was a heartbeat of stillness, and then he said, “Have I been bad, my lady?”

  I groaned aloud at his tone.

  His obvious need for what I could give him lit a long dead fire in my belly. It had been too much time since I’d spoken to a human like this.

  My pussy pulsed with wetness and ached for him already.

  It was all too fast, almost overwhelming in how new this all felt.

  But the question remained, play with him or just fuck him?

  I watched his face as he glanced around the well-lit room. Fascination and fear warred for dominance over his expression as he took in the room’s beauty.

  The stone walls, the furniture designed for pleasure and my dominance.

  “Do
you have a lot of responsibility, my lord?” I asked as I circled my prey.

  I bet you do.

  I pulled his tailored jacket down his arms, tugging it off his shoulders. He didn’t even put up a token resistance, increasing his appeal to me.

  No weak lord, this one.

  “Yes, I do, my lady. Why do you ask?”

  “It’s Lina.”

  I began unbuttoning his shirt, dropping my gaze to my hands, heat flushing my cheeks. I hadn’t meant to tell him my name so quickly, but with what I had in mind for him tonight, my lady would just not do.

  “Benedict.”

  I glanced up at his smiling face and my breath caught in my throat. His smile was exceptional. Human beauty was fleeting and of no real interest to me, but this one was remarkable. Square masculine jaw, brown hair that flowed to his shoulders, coupled with his smooth, clean skin. He was simply divine.

  His shirt dropped to the floor and I sighed as I circled him again. What a perplexing puzzle this one was. He had the body of a laborer, not an English lord. He was thickly muscled and golden brown.

  I had missed these sorts of men. The gentlemen of the London ton were pasty white, often too thin, and soft bodied.

  Horrible, really.

  Benedict stood like a statue before me, not touching anything, nor moving at all. Perfectly submissive.

  “Benedict, I would like you to surrender yourself to me. Let me use you as I wish, trust me implicitly. I will make all your responsibilities and worries disappear if you can do that.”

  He chuckled as he looked around my room at the walls adorned with chains, riding crops, whips and rope. He obviously understood what I meant as the scent of his arousal climbed higher.

  My fangs extended with longing. He smelled divine.

  “You wish to tie me up, Lina?” Benedict asked suddenly.

  Was that what the human craved? Bondage?

  I moved behind him and concentrated on getting my fangs to retract. I didn’t want them out yet, and I hadn’t had such a problem with my control in a very long time.

  Odd, really.

  I slid my hands around his waist to unfasten his breeches.

  “Yes, I do want to tie you up, Benedict. I will whip you and suck you. Then, if you are lucky, I will fuck you.”