Stories With Fang O,.,O

By Raven Corinn Carluk

Vampires hunt the night. They wait for their next victim, trading pleasure for blood. They bite and feed, and they never sparkle.

These collected stories are sensual, erotic, and sometimes horrific. Not intended for the weak of heart or lust.

Including the full version of At His Knee and it's sequel, and a follow up to Necro.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Raven Corinn Carluk
• Release date: Nov 11, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465967473

Raven Corinn Carluk

Talking about myself is much harder than writing a book. You'd think a wordmistress wouldn't have such a problem, but I do. Let me rework a flat scene any day. Simple background: I'm married, have lots of pets, still work full time, and grew up in Las Vegas. But there's so much more to a person than that. Writing is more than just words on paper to me. It's a passion, an incessant need, a deep-seated drive to be a storyteller. I knew I wanted to be an author as far back as high school. Writing may have taken a backseat a few times, but I finally made it. My stories have bite because I'm a little different, and like slightly different things. No shock horror here, or cheap gimmicks meant to offend, or pandering to the latest trend. My vampires love human blood, my dragons hunt people, and my elves are magical and arrogant. Romance and darkness will always go together for me. Love really can get you through anything, as I know from personal experience. My characters will always have that glimmer of new love, that bond with a soulmate, and will do anything to be with their one and only. When I'm not busy having things killed. Being deeply romantic doesn't mean I'm not also a violent or twisted writer. Fight scenes, bloodshed, dark magic, and triumphant villains all have their places in my tales. I'll never apologize for who I am. Sometimes abrasive and uncouth, full of contradictions and juxtaposition, I am merely who I am. And what I am is a storyteller wanting to craft new entertainments for you.

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stories with fang

o,.,o

Raven Corinn Carluk

Published by RCC Tales

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Contents

Foreward

At His Knee

Chad the Vampire

Trust Games

Bonding

Don’t Leave

Gloaming

Necro

In His Room

First Kiss

Dark and Twisty Road

The Journey

Blutgott

Necro 2

Favorite Feeding

Rite of the Sanguine

Author’s Note

Foreward

For the most part, I’ve written about sexy vampires and their erotic feedings. A few horror stories have slipped in, because they are still predators.

At His Knee and Rite of the Sanguine have appeared previously on contest websites, though this is the full version of At His Knee. Necro is in stories with bite o,.,o, and inspired Deadlands. Bonding, Blutgott, In His Room, and Necro 2 are previously unpublished. All others have appeared on my site or my blog, mostly as #FridayFlash tales.

Some of these stories are quite explicit, either in the sex or their violence. That’s just who I am.

Let me express my gratitude ahead of time. Enjoy these tales.

At His Knee

Jeremiah slipped his hands over my hips, pressing himself hard against my back. The owner would like to see you, Kae. He sounded calm, but my empathy revealed his nervousness.

His cold mouth against my ear raised goosebumps, but wasn’t the cause for my sudden chill. Meeting the owner of Blooddolls had my heart racing and my extremities numb. When? I asked my manager, trying to ignore my reaction.

The top bartender at the hottest vampire club didn’t often get called to meet the immortal owner in the middle of service.

Jeremiah was as touch-oriented as all vampires, and licked and nuzzled the nape of my neck. The silver-laced collar I wore prevented his bite. Not that he was likely to. We had an understanding, and not giving blood was part of it. Right now. His emotions had an edge of fear to them, and it passed to me.

Friday nights were busy at any bar in Las Vegas; Blooddolls was the new hotness, thus was packed. Too busy for me to be pulled from behind the bar. Can’t it frickin’ wait? Frustration bled into my words, but hopefully not into the room. My empathic wards were sometimes too sensitive to my mood changes.

No, I’m afraid it can’t. I’ll sling drinks while you’re gone. Dietrich is waiting in the dungeon room. Jeremiah released me and started taking drink orders.

The dungeon room. Not the manager’s office. My pulse spiked, and my legs trembled as I made my way to the back. Some of the high-rollers had to be pissed they couldn’t rent the S&M VIP room tonight. I could only hope they’d be happy with a different one. Psychic powers should help, but could only do so much.

Patrons crowded the back hall, vampires and humans alike. None paid me any attention as I passed through to my destination. So many wonderful sparks to my psi senses, they almost distracted me from my nervousness. All of them were so boisterous, in part due to my toying with the energy of the club.

Surely I wasn’t being summoned because I used my powers to make the owner money.

Dietrich opened the door to the dungeon before I knocked. The pit of my stomach plunged, and I could only stare mutely at the elder vampire. By all the gods, he was gorgeous.

If I weren’t in my high heeled boots, he’d have been an inch or two taller than me. Dark brown hair was pulled back from his square face, a few curls escaping. Pale skin, sienna eyes, straight brows, an alluring mouth. He wore a tight black shirt over broad shoulder, leather pants on long legs, and was barefoot.

Obsession cologne reached my nostrils, and I almost swooned. Lucky for me I wasn’t blushing as I kept staring.

The attraction was mutual. His aura filled with lust and wonderment before fading away. The two of us were frozen in our own world, oblivious to anyone else. The vampire’s power was impressive, captivating me completely.

He spoke, breaking the spell. Kae. His accent was vaguely British, full of velvet richness. A shiver raced up my spine as he gestured inside. Please, join me.

Anxiety filled my veins as I walked past him. What had I done wrong? It wasn’t that I didn’t match the aesthetic of Blooddolls; tall and slim, I wore leather and velvet even outside of work. Eyeliner and dark lipstick, a few eyebrow piercings, and skull-shaped earrings. I did wear silver jewelry all the time, but the vampires seemed to like my aggression.

Dietrich padded silently to the only chair in the room. He looked imperial in the throne, very proper. I stood a few feet from him, hands clasped in the small of my back, waiting for him to speak. Sit, he said, gesturing at the stool beside him. Not quite an order, I sensed he wouldn’t accept no for an answer.

Better to be at his knee than on the St Andrew’s cross.

He was hard to read, like he knew how to shield against empathy. I kept my eyes down as I sat, my mouth dry. The vampire’s aroma enveloped me, and only an arm’s length separated us. I had to draw my knees close to keep from touching his legs.

We were quiet, the dance music muted by thick walls. Butterflies tortured my stomach as my anxiousness built. What the hell did he want from me?

How do you enjoy Blooddolls? Dietrich finally asked.

It’s fun, and the tips are good. I kept my gaze averted.

Jeremiah tells me your talents have been a boon to business. The vampire spoke quietly, his voice curling along my skin.

Seems I’m a natural at mixing blood. I grinned slightly. Even he isn’t as good as me.

I meant your psychic abilities.

My entire body jerked as I looked up at Dietrich. His face was passive, emotions merely curious. Heat rose to my cheeks, and I wanted to slap Jeremiah. He said he wouldn’t tell anybody about them.

Dietrich smirked, eyes glittering. He didn’t volunteer the information. But he couldn’t deny his progenitor when I demanded to know why Blooddolls suddenly tripled its take. I couldn’t look away as his smile deepened, revealing a curve of fang. He also mentioned a very interesting arrangement.

My jaw clenched. Giving blood is not part of my employment.

He narrowed his eyes, one fang still bared. Is that because of your powers?

Exactly. The other girls need to give themselves up to be popular. I just make everyone enjoy me.

There was a pause of several heartbeats. Dietrich’s voice was aggressive when he continued. Long ago, we killed any psychics who could control us.

Anger and dread rose simultaneously. I’m not controlling the vampires. I couldn’t speak above a whisper. When I say make them enjoy me, it’s really just strong suggestions.

Dietrich leaned forward, grasping one of my bracers. Leather laced with silver, it would cause him pain to hold it. My blood turned to ice when he didn’t flinch. These are slayer bands, slayer magic. Who are you?

I jerked away, the silver preventing him from using his strength. My nostrils flared as I gained my feet. I’m not here to kill anyone. I’m a bartender, nothing more. And we’re busy, so I have to go. Fighting back my anger, I turned from the vampire and headed for the door.

Dietrich was fast, and suddenly blocked my way. Not so quickly, little girl. We’re not done yet. Sienna-colored eyes glittered as he stared at me, his entire body tense.

Adrenaline filled my veins. I was angry and scared, and just a little bit aroused. My corset top was too tight, the room too warm, the vampire too dangerous. What do you want? My blood sang as I imagined Dietrich attacking me.

Unlike the young vampires who frequented Blooddolls, this immortal was powerful and dominant, and he immediately called to something in me. Power filled his aura, and it was difficult to maintain anger in the