Prince Vampire

By Amarinda Jones

Prince Valdemar’s hand stroked his long, thick shaft as the water ran down his body. His cock jumped with tension as he fisted it and milked it slowly, his head flung back, his long hair sleek and wet against his body. The loud groan that wrenched from his lips was one of pure and utter aggravation.
Aureliann O’Neal turned the page of the book and sighed. She could picture so clearly in her mind the sight of the naked prince as he fisted his penis in the shower to remove tensions within. Her own fingers moved down under her panties to between her legs to massage her clit as she read on, visualizing in her mind the wet sheen of the taut muscles of ass and shoulders. She knew of his frustration. It was spelled out very clearly in the pages of The Vampire’s Kiss. Aureliann had the same feelings. It was a longing to find true love. The hunger for that one person who knew your needs like no other. No book had ever made her feel so lonely and needy before.
“Where is she?” His hand pumped faster and his powerful thigh muscles clenched as he looked for release. “I cannot go on without her.”
“Oh boy, I am here just waiting for you, my lord.” Aureliann’s hand moved faster as she spread her legs farther apart. She was so hot and wet that she knew it would take nothing to make her come. “If only I had you.” She wanted to feel his hands on her body and his cock surging hard within her. It was something she knew she could not have but then the best dreams always were.
Valdemar growled in frustration as a milky jet shot forth from his cock and disappeared in the water. He shook and shuddered as he pumped his shaft dry. His despair could be heard throughout the land.
“Oh what a waste,” she moaned as she came under her own hand. Aureliann knew all about despair and need. “Please bring me Prince Valdemar.”
“Please bring her to me.”
“Snap.” If only life was a book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scarlet Harlot Publishing
• Release date: Feb 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465822161

Amarinda Jones

Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Prince Vampire

Prologue

Prince Valdemar’s hand stroked his long, thick shaft as the water ran down his body. His cock jumped with tension as he fisted it and milked it slowly, his head flung back, his long hair sleek and wet against his body. The loud groan that wrenched from his lips was one of pure and utter aggravation.

Aureliann O’Neal turned the page of the book and sighed. She could picture so clearly in her mind the sight of the naked prince as he fisted his penis in the shower to remove tensions within. Her  own fingers moved down under her panties to between her legs to massage her clit as she read on, visualizing in her mind the wet sheen of the taut muscles of ass and shoulders. She knew of his frustration. It was spelled out very clearly in the pages of The Vampire’s Kiss. Aureliann had the same  feelings. It was a longing to find true love. The hunger for that one person who knew your needs like no other. No book had ever made her feel so lonely and needy before.

"Where is she? His hand pumped faster and his powerful thigh muscles clenched as he looked for release. I cannot go on without her."

Oh boy, I am here just waiting for you, my lord. Aureliann’s hand moved faster as she spread her legs farther apart. She was so hot and wet that she knew it would take nothing to make her come. If  only I had you. She wanted to feel his hands on her body and his cock surging hard within her. It was something she knew she could not have but then the best dreams always were.

Valdemar growled in frustration as a milky jet shot forth from his cock and disappeared in the water. He  shook and shuddered as he pumped his shaft dry. His despair could be heard throughout the land.

Oh what a waste, she moaned as she came under her own hand. Aureliann knew all about despair and need. Please bring me Prince Valdemar.

"Please bring her to me."

Snap. If only life was a book.

* * * * *

You are being called, the older man said as he looked into the green eyes of his prince. You have to leave.

How can I leave things as they are, Thomas? Valdemar could hear the call. It stirred his blood and the need to answer was overwhelming. His beloved cried out to him and his heart beat rapidly in response. She needs me and I long for her. I must go to her. Valdemar sighed in frustration and ran  his hand through his hair. Yet how could he leave his homeland in a state of turmoil? Did he follow his heart to find his true love or stay and do as honor had decreed for thousands of years?

How can you not go to her? Thomas Gwyddein had no doubt in his face. We both know how long you have craved this moment.

Forever. Or so it seemed, and Valdemar could hardly believe he was about to find her. But  he was worried about Thomas. While it was true he was a survivor, he was ninety years old and placing added burdens on his shoulders was wrong. You are in danger.

Thomas shrugged. I would be whether you were here or not. Your cousin will not hurt me.

That was true. He suspected Victor secretly feared the older man. Victor wants to kill me. It no  longer pained Valdemar say that. Once they had been close but the control of a kingdom had ended that.

He has always wanted what he cannot have.

The throne? Valdemar did not understand his cousin’s lust for power. I care not for it. There were more important things in life than the weight of royalty hanging on your brow.

Thomas smiled a soft smile of understanding. I know but your people need you.

All the more reason not to leave. But how can I not go to her? It would be like denying himself oxygen.

And leave the love of your life in danger? Thomas shook his head at the idea. You know if Victor finds out about her first she may not survive. They both knew of the family history. When a true love called to you it was impossible not to answer. You have found each other as we always knew you would. Go to her, make her yours and keep her safe.

Victor. There was only one person to protect her from.

Yes, he will want her too.

Valdemar slammed his fist on a nearby table. He cannot have her. I will not allow it.

Then  you  know  what  you  must  do.  Thomas  reached  over  and  covered Valdemar’s hand with his own. You must bond by midnight on the day you meet or you will die and the  kingdom will collapse under Victor’s rule. You must taste her blood by nightfall of that day or all is lost. You need her love to guide and strengthen you in the dark days that will come to our land.

She will be mine. It cannot be any other way. It was not a question of if she would be. It was fact. True love was meant to be and nothing could hold it back.

Not even a kingdom, Thomas said, guessing his thoughts. He pushed at the prince’s arm. Go now but remember they are not like us. She will not understand at first. She will most likely try  to resist you. But she loves you already. The book has made it so.

Aureliann, Valdemar sighed. I am coming for you, my lovely.

Chapter One

Nope, I don’t get it. The blonde woman shook her head and handed the book back to her friend. It’s just not that good.

Aureliann O’Neal looked at her in surprise. This book meant everything to her. How could  Zoe not feel the same intense feelings she did? Her hands tingled just touching the book.

Really? She looked down at the glossy cover. The Vampire’s Kiss was the most exciting  book  Aureliann  had  read  in  a  long  time.  And  the  cover  model  with  his beautiful green eyes, luscious mouth and long, auburn hair was so hot she wanted to lick every inch of his half-naked body. There was something about him that made her hot and shivery and she had no idea why. Maybe the  drought  in her sex life was to blame, yet Aureliann knew she could have any man she wanted. But I don’t want just anyone. I want him. You read page thirty-two and you felt nothing? How could that be possible? Aureliann knew the book word for word but then she had read the book seven times in the last week. And I still want to read it again. It was almost like living it with the character herself.

Zoe shrugged her shoulders. Aureliann, it’s just a book about a weird guy.

What? How dare Zoe say that? Did she even read the book? Who is not only a vampire but a prince, Aureliann pointed out, wondering why she cared whether her best friend liked the book or not. She had never worried in the past. So why now? Because this book is different. This was a story that was so real it almost jumped off the pages and dragged her in. She felt like she knew Prince Valdemar.

So?

So? Aureliann repeated, dumbfounded at Zoe’s response. She had lain awake at night wishing for the book’s hero prince to come to her. That’s what his quest was. To thwart evil and find the love of his life. Sigh. He was exactly the man she wanted. And yes, he was a vampire but Aureliann knew after reading the book there were different types of vampires and Valdemar was not inherently evil. There was something about him that spoke to her more than any other fictional character ever had. It’s romantic and passionate.

And bloody, Zoe added.

Prince Valdemar only sucks the blood of bad guys. He never attacks the innocent and not all vampires are bad. The need to defend a paperback hero was maybe a little weird but Aureliann felt a fierce loyalty for him and would not have anyone think ill of her prince. My prince?

Uh-huh.

What? Okay, Zoe thought she was nuts. Maybe I am but I don’t care. Aureliann had not cared for anyone or anything for the longest time, since her brother had died. This book mattered to her. She clutched it to her heart and felt a surge of heat through her veins.

It’s a book, Aureliann. It’s not real.

I know that. I wish it was. I want Prince Valdemar. She knew Zoe would think she’d flipped if she said that out loud. I still think it’s a great book.

It is not. Your prince has an evil cousin, a demented old mentor and a kingdom under threat. It’s so bloody soap opera-ish. You can see any of that every day after five o’clock on the television.

Aureliann sighed. You just hate romance.

Zoe shook her head. No, I’d love it if the guy was real and wasn’t a vampire. She looked puzzled. How is being a vampire even sexy anyway? And why doesn’t he cut his hair? That’s so eighties. Besides he’s not even a real vampire. Everyone knows they have midnight black hair and jet  black eyes. Your prince has long auburn hair and green eyes for God’s sake.

Aureliann ignored her friend’s eye roll and looked down at the cover of the book. A man stood before the background of a gothic castle. His chest was bare and muscular, his long hair tied behind his back. His whole being suggested a wild sexy strength that made her want to sigh and curl up into a ball of blissful contentment at his feet.

Because he’s a lost soul wanting to do good but he has to fight his nature and his environment. Prince Valdemar wanted more in his life, however he was held back by tradition and  responsibilities. Surely she wasn’t the only one who understood that. And I think long hair, especially auburn, is sexy on some men.

Why do you care whether I like it or not?

Because it’s a fantastic story that should be read. It called to her like no other book ever had. After reading it, Aureliann had been so stirred that she had wanted to see if it was