Mated by the Vampires - Paranormal Vampire MFM Menage Romance

By J.K. Hudson

Danielle loves to party. Her weekends are full of booze and drugs and lust, and that's just the way she likes it.

Well, most of the time. There are times when she wants more, when she looks inside herself and finds nothing but an empty void waiting to be filled. She needs excitement, something new to drag her from this endless cycle.

And that's exactly what she finds in Damien. He's something other than human, and she stumbles across him late one night at a club. He gives her a high better than anything she's ever experienced before with just his lips pressed against her neck. He introduces her to his roommate, Christopher, and things get even better and more intoxicating.

Suddenly she's delving into a world she's never known before, a world she wants nothing more than to be a part of - the world of vampires.

*** Standalone short story, no cliffhangers. ***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Finest Shapeshifter Romance Club
• Release date: Nov 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386125174

Book preview

Mated by the Vampires

The lights are flashing wildly.

Jostling bodies surround me, and my head is a woozy mess. I sway with the crowd, my head lolling around on my neck, which feels like loose rubber. My eyelids droop down.

There’s music pounding through the air. I can’t place the song but the vibrations from the huge speakers at the head of the dance floor penetrate my very bones. With every pound of the bass my heart shudders and my breath catches in my chest.

I lost count of how many drinks I’d downed nearly an hour ago. Shot after shot I put back, beckoning the bartender back for more over and over again. Strange men had surrounded me, whooping and cheering me on in their own drunken stupors. Eventually the bartender cut me off and I stumbled away from the counter and into the mass of people.

A body brushes up against me, closer than normal. I turn my face and see a man smiling down at me, his features a haze before my eyes. He holds out something to me, nodding and smirking.

A small pill lies in the center of his palm. I grin up at him and snatch it up, slipping it into my mouth. I let it rest on my tongue, opening my mouth wide so he can see it resting there before I swallow it dry.

It takes mere minutes for me to feel it. I’ve no idea what I’ve just taken, but I couldn’t care less. The lights are dancing around me, swirling and taking on the brightest hues I’ve ever seen.

The man is behind me now, resting his hands on the sides of my hips and pushing my backside against him. We sway together to the music and I stare up at the lights in awe, my head lolling back against his chest. He starts to kiss my neck but I hardly notice.

I haven’t noticed the way a man touched me in nearly a year. Now it’s nothing but pressure against my skin, eliciting no special or exciting sensation. I’ve hardly felt a thing in twelve months, waking up in the morning and going through my daily and mindless routine before returning to a blissful sleep in the evening. And then I repeat.

The weekends are something different, though. I look forward to them. If I’m feeling bad during the week, having a worse day than normal, I simply turn my mind towards thoughts of the weekend and my plans.

Friday, Saturday, and sometimes even Sunday nights are spent at whatever club I can get into. It’s not difficult for me, I’m an attractive woman. My black hair falls in waves nearly down to my waist and my brown eyes are large and inviting. I have pouty, pink lips and I know how to do my makeup just right. I perfected the smoky eyes long ago, and am an expert at applying