FBI Agent’s Blood: Erotic Vampire Series

By Callista Blacksmith

A story about FBI Special Agent who try to solve some murder mysteries. A story about passion. blood, and.... sex!!

"...Palms flat, Alyssa pressed her hands on the insides of Victoria’s thighs, used her thumbs to pull open the juicy-wet and swollen lips. Mine, the voice said again, and Alyssa opened her mouth wide, flat tongue licking up the entire length of Victoria’s pussy. Victoria gasped, clenching and quivering. Alyssa did it again, and again, and again, coating her tongue with Victoria’s wetness, until Alyssa was nothing but that taste, that wetness. She pulled back just enough to explore, wriggling her tongue all around Victoria’s folds, tonguing the little creases...."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wangunbooks Publishing
• Release date: Jul 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311171504

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FBI Agent’s Blood: Erotic Vampire Series

By Callista Blacksmith

Text copyright © 2014 CallistaPress Publishing

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Communications Liaison

Chapter 2

Feel The Magic

Chapter 3

You Can Touch Me

Chapter 4

Screaming For Blood

Chapter 5

The Darkness Took Over

Chapter 6

That Taste, That Wetness

Chapter 7

Full Of Compassion

Chapter 1

Communications Liaison

DEATH wasn’t like Alyssa expected. She expected it to be cold, dark, terrifying. She didn’t expect her death to be like this - warm, inviting, peaceful. Like slipping into the warmest, most inviting bath.

She could feel the darkness enveloping her, as her limbs went weightless and the darkness pooled in the corners of her eyes. But it was the light that captured her attention. Bright, almost blinding. A light that felt like looked like it should come with incredible heat, searing off the skin from her bones, but it was anything but. Drawn to it, Alyssa felt herself floating.

Alyssa, a female voice called to her, warm and familiar but also thick and muddy like spoken through water. Come back to me, Alyssa.

The voice pulled at Alyssa, pulled her back down. Back away from the light.

GODDAMMIT!! another voice screamed, male. Alyssa also knew this voice. She noted the concern, and wondered why it was for her benefit. I need a medic here, NOW!

The voices went distant again as Alyssa, once again, found herself floating towards the light.

Alyssa! the female voice shrieked. But it was that name, Alyssa, that cut through the light and the warmth, pulled Alyssa back, away from the light. Do something!

Alyssa! a voice spoke and she knew that voice calling her name was Victoria‘s. The mere sound of it called to something buried deep within her, almost primal, it was that that reached towards the voice, Alyssa battling with herself, wanting to go towards the light, needing to go back to Victoria’s voice. ALYSSA!

Something wet, thick and coppery, flooded Alyssa’s senses. Slippery like eels, hot like lightning, it streaked through Alyssa, burning away the light with a light of its own. A light that bore into Alyssa, blasted away the darkness, until there was nothing but light. But, it wasn’t warm and inviting, this light was cold, dark, terrifying. It was what Alyssa imagined dying to be.

That’s when Alyssa screamed.

***

This.. Will grit his teeth, as his shoulders sagged, as his hand balled the parchment into his fist. This is bullshit.

I know, Victoria sighed, voice tinged with nothing but resignation.

Will tightened his hand, the paper crunching loudly. Then he turned, and with all the rage he could muster, he tossed the paper at the wall. They both watched as it hit, ricocheting then landing with the softest of thuds on the floor. Will ran a shaking hand over her his head. They can’t do this. They know who you are. What happened to you. They can‘t do this.

It wasn‘t an argument. Not really. Just a conversation they‘d had over and over again. Since that day the first letter came in the mail. And now, with the arrival of Victoria‘s ‘Selection’, they were having it again.

They can. Victoria glanced around the kitchen, around the tiny little life she and Will had attempted to build. A life now shattered by a single piece of paper. They have.

We have to do something. Will began to pace, running his hand back and forth over his head like he always did when he was agitated.

I’ve been chosen, Will. There’s nothing.. she paused on the clenching of her own throat, to quell the tears she could feel threatening to build in her eyes. There’s nothing we can do.

Will stopped. He marched across the floor, closing the little distance he’d put between them. We can run, he said, placing his hands on her arms, imploring Victoria with his eyes.

Will..

I mean it. We could leave. Right now.

And go where? There‘s no where we can run that they won‘t find us. And what about our friends? Our family? Can we do that to them?

Compared to what they’re going to do to you?

Will.. Victoria pulled him in close, wrapping her arms tight around his shoulders. There were benefits to being Chosen. Her family would be well compensated, enough to retire early. And Will? Well, Victoria had already decided, it was best to do this now, end it when Victoria could remember things as they were.

Before it all faded away.

***

Jesus Christ, Callahan!

Dear God, Murphy, Alyssa groaned, shuddering her wince while she adjusted her sunglasses. Could you please stop shouting?

I‘d tell you that you look like crap but I‘m guessing you already know that, Murphy smiled broadly as Alyssa met him at the elevator. He lifted the extra coffee cup in his hand and extended it to his partner.

You’re a life saver, Alyssa said, taking the cup from him as they entered the elevator. Once inside, she took a long, dramatic drink, ignoring Murphy’s disbelieving stare. She inhaled, leaning a shoulder against the wall. And no, I’m not hung over.

The smile on Murphy’s face faded into his patented concerned look, something he’d been wearing more and more of lately. What is it, Callahan?

It’s that damn synthetic crap. Alyssa paused to take another drink of her coffee, wincing again. The second gulp not tasting as pleasurable as the first. The more I have to drink it, the worse I feel. Honestly, I wish I was hung over.

Well, the smile returned to his lips. You shouldn’t have to worry that much longer. I saw the new Communications Liaison.

The elevator filled with silence, the smile on Murphy’s lips growing.

And? Alyssa snapped. She knew she should feel bad, and part of her did, but it was nothing compared to the part of her excited over the prospect of not having to consume anything synthetic ever again.

And what? Murphy teased.

What’s he like?

The elevator chimed softly as it came to a stop, the doors opening. Murphy took another quick sip of his coffee before stepping forward. She.. he paused, taking a quick sideways glance at Alyssa. Is interesting.

Without thinking, Alyssa’s hand reached up and whipped off her glasses. Her shock enough to keep the pain piercing her skull from the light assaulting her eyes temporarily at bay. She?

***

Wait.. Victoria’s head snapped up, pen hand freezing. She’d been in the Section Chief’s office for almost a half hour, doing nothing but signing reams of legal documents. She’d signed her name so many times, Victoria now had the urge to legally change it. Other than the typical pleasantries that ended as quickly as they’d begun, Victoria hadn’t spoken a word, until now. I thought I was being assigned as a profiler?

The woman sitting behind the desk across from Victoria, Section Chief Camylla Kramm, she didn’t lift her head up from the file folder she read from, merely lifted her eyes, peering at Victoria over the rim of her glasses, and Victoria swallowed hard as she watched as the Section Chief‘s pupils expanded squeezing out the blue-green to a pitch black. Excuse me.

I.. Victoria stammered, swallowing hard. It says here I’m supposed to be the Communications Liaison? I thought I’d be working as a profiler. My credentials..

I’ve read your credentials, Kramm practically growled, the air in the room instantly dropping twenty degrees. And I know your history, she paused, eyes narrowing and Victoria had to stifle the sudden shudder rippling down her spine, the first real tingling of fear since entering the room with the woman. And despite your.. she paused, lips opening just enough that Victoria could see the tips of her fangs. Misgivings towards our kind, you were still Chosen. Along with that, you were chosen to be the Special Force Unit (SFU)’s new Communications Liaison.

Ma’am, if I may, the voice speaking was the man sitting next to Victoria, her new boss, Agent Caine. Kramm turned her gaze towards him. The air crackling, something unspoken in the air between them before Kramm finally nodded, returning her eyes to the folder before her. The corner’s of Caine’s mouth twitched, the faintest mimicry of a smile, then he turned slightly in his chair, folding his hands together and placing them on his knee. What did they tell you about Agent Callahan?

A hard breath of air passed through Victoria’s lips before she caught herself and let her true emotions show. They didn’t tell me anything. I was Chosen. Victoria shrugged. It’d been two weeks since the last parchment telling Victoria of her fate had arrived at her doorstep. Less than two hours later, barely enough time to say her goodbye’s to her family let alone to her fiancé, Victoria was whisked away to the Facility where she’d spent the rest of her time in ‘Training’. Soon, I’m guessing before the end of the day, the blood-bond ceremony will take place and I will become the Companion of Alyssa Callahan. What else is there to know?

Caine leaned back in his chair, running his fingers over his lips and chin. He turned his head back towards Kramm. They didn’t tell her.

Victoria‘s eyes darted between the two, unable to focus on just one of them. Didn’t tell me what?

Come with me. Caine placed a hand to his tie before rising from his seat. "I think it’s time you