The Virgin Blood Bundle

By Alexa Riley

Bitten by the Beast

 

Juliet Simon gets herself into all kinds of situations, but breaking into the scary mansion near her college campus has got to take the cake. When she finds more than she bargains for behind closed doors, will her fear take over, or will she fall for the beast?

 

Bitten by the Virgin

 

Ravana Faith has been learning to live as a vampire while surrounded by her overprotective family. She hasn't had her chance to shine, and she's ready to prove to everyone that she's not made of glass. When the specter of a slayer comes to their city, she wants to be the one to take him out. But what happens when that's exactly who she falls for?
 

Twice Bitten 

 

Dove Wheeler doesn't have many friends. The only one she ever got close to left her to go live with a vampire. Even thinking the word gives her chills, but in the best way possible. She spends hours in the library researching who they are and where they come from until she can't stand it any longer and goes looking for them on her own. What she doesn't expect is to find two of them that turns her world upside down.
 

Bitten by the King

 

River has spent her whole life locked up and hidden away. She's lonely and desperate to make friends and have a family of her own. What's so wrong with wanting to fall in love and become a mom? But life has its own plans for her when she gets caught between her father and a man so dark and deadly she can't look away. Could the feelings she's having be more than just fear? Could they possibly be desire, too?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexa Riley
• Release date: Jul 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393009214

Alexa Riley

New York Times bestselling author Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes. They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you! www.AlexaRiley.com

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Virgin Blood Bundle

Virgin Blood Bundle

Alexa Riley

Contents

Bitten by the Beast

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

Epilogue

Bitten by the Virgin

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Epilogue

Twice Bitten

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Epilogue

Bitten by the King

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Mated to the Reaper

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

Epilogue

Stalk the Author

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To Lb and Samantha…

A sunny day on the beach brought this series to life, and we are ashamed at how much we love it.

Let’s wear silk forever.

Bitten by the Beast

Juliet Simon gets herself into all kinds of situations, but breaking into the scary mansion near her college campus has got to take the cake. When she finds more than she bargains for behind closed doors, will her fear take over, or will she fall for the beast?

Kane Viscardi is unlike other vampires. He’s spent most of his time hiding away and is alone in the world without a mate. Until one night when there’s an unexpected knock at the door. Suddenly something awakens inside of him for the first time in a century.

Warning: It’s the first time we’ve written vampires, so go easy on us. Enjoy this brand new series that features a coven of five and read about how all of them find love.

Chapter One

Juliet

I can’t believe I’m doing this, I mumble to myself as I look around at the three other girls.

Join a sorority, they said. It will be fun, they said. So far, I haven’t found any part of this fun. In fact, I’m about to jump out of my skin.

Come on, it’s not like the place is haunted. It doesn't even look like anyone’s home.

Kelly’s words don’t sound convincing. My eyes go to the iron gate we’re standing in front of. On the other side is a mansion that’s completely dark. I wrap my fingers around the black bars and wonder if the gate is to keep people out or to keep them in. Either way, none of this is a good idea.

How do you know no one is home? I whisper back.

It’s not like anyone can hear us, so I don’t know why I’m whispering. The giant stone compound is almost a half mile from the front gate up a long hill. I’ve seen the place in daylight and know it’s beautiful, but at night it’s eerie in the creepiest way. It catches my eye every time I pass it, and I find myself wanting to know about its history. It has to be hundreds of years old. Still, I’ve never seen anyone coming or going, but someone is maintaining it. The grass is cut and the outside is pristine. I’m guessing a place this old would take a lot of maintenance. I bet it has all kinds of secrets behind the front doors. As I stare up at it right now all I can think is that it looks like something out of a movie. A scary movie.

There aren't any lights on, she responds, but no lights doesn’t mean it’s empty.

Maybe they’re asleep, I offer up, trying to stay positive. All we have to do is knock on the door, I remind them. All three of the girls look over at me with wide eyes. And grab something that proves we did it. Somehow their eyes get even bigger, as if they didn't already know what our instructions were.

Trespassing is against the law, one of the girls chimes in. I can't remember her name. Something with a C, I think. Cindy, Candy, Clare maybe?

Who cares about trespassing? Worry about what might be on the other side of that gate, Kelly squeaks.

Let’s just get this over with, I say and grip the bars.

I grab onto the gate and pull myself up. I wedge my feet into the bars and I start climbing. I grit my teeth as I feel something scratch my arm, but I ignore it and focus on getting my fat ass over this stupid thing. Jesus, I should have paid attention in gym. This fence would be beautiful if I wasn't so scared at the moment. The only shape I’m in is round, but fear and determination are helping me get through this.

When I get to the top I look down, and my stomach drops. I close my eyes for a moment, willing myself to get it together. I hate heights almost as much as I hate spiders. I swallow the lump in my throat and try to summon all my courage. When I open my eyes I swing one leg over then the other. Slowly, I make my descent, being careful not to slip.

My feet hit the ground and I breathe a sigh of relief. Until I realize that now I’m on this side of the gate and all the girls are still standing there looking at me through the bars. Fuck.

Come on. I motion for them to come over, but as my gut told me, none of them move. I’m really regretting this whole sorority thing right now.

Maybe you could just do it for us. Go grab something and we’ll wait here, the girl whose name I can’t remember suggests.

Sisterhood my ass.

All I wanted to do was make friends and have fun. I wanted to feel like I was a part of something. Maybe even feel like I actually had a family. This was supposed to be a fun team-building exercise, but none of this is going how I hoped. Then again, has my life ever gone the way I thought it would? I should have known, but I didn’t come this far just to quit.

I feel a throb in my arm and look down to see a long gash there.

Gross. Kelly’s face scrunches.

Aren't you a nursing student? I remind her as she looks at my arm with disgust. Yeah, that’s going to be a promising job for her.

Come on, Julie, just do it for us. She doesn't have to push hard and I’m agreeing.

The last social worker I had when I was in the foster system told me this was both a good and bad quality. I’m always willing to help and do things for others, but sometimes that puts me at risk. It also ends up making my life a whole lot harder. She told me to focus more on myself, but that’s hard when you grow up like I did. There were so many other kids around me needing a hand even when I didn’t have one to give. I still had to try.

Fine. I take off the long-sleeved shirt I have tied around my waist to wipe the blood off my arm as best as I can. Maybe when I knock on the door I can pretend I got hurt and need help. That is, if someone actually answers the door. I pray no one does. Maybe I don’t even need to knock. How would anyone actually know if I didn’t?

Wait. What if the girls in the sorority know whoever lives here and they will report back to them? Or what if I knock and I’m kidnapped and murdered? There are lots of possibilities. They told all four of us that this was the key to initiation, and if I want in then I need to do it.

We’ll wait right here, Kelly says, breaking into my thoughts.

She nods as she says it, but I notice all of them take a step or two back from the gate. They are going to leave me. I know it. I turn towards the house, not wanting to look at them anymore. It’s the story of my life. I’m not going to watch them screw me over if I don’t have to. What I am going to do is prove that I can do this. With or without them.

Like everything in my life, I have to do it alone. I only hope this time I haven't bitten off more than I can chew.

Chapter Two

Kane

Ifeel the shift when the sun sets. It’s the same every time for the last one hundred years. That’s the way it is when you’re a vampire. Your body is automatically honed to protect and hide in the light of day, but I would do that even if the light didn’t turn me to ash.

Pushing out of bed, I walk to the window and draw back the thick blackout curtains. There’s pink in the sky along the horizon, but the stars aren’t far behind. I can’t see a reflection of myself against the glass and turn away. I’m always careful to avoid mirrors, but sometimes it can’t be helped.

Vampires are seen as the most beautiful creatures. It’s how we lure our prey. But I never expected the scars from my previous life to follow me into this one. I was hiking in the Rockies and fell to what would have been my death, but a vampire came along and saved me. My body healed and became stronger than I ever dreamed possible. But the damage to my face was too much for even the venom to erase.

I peel off my boxer briefs and step into the shower. I run my hands along the ridges of my stomach and the dip between my hip bone and thigh. The weight of my cock fills my hand and I begin to wash myself. I haven’t gotten hard in one hundred years and I’ve pretty much forgotten what it’s like. It won’t happen again unless I find my mate. But with the way my face is scarred, I don’t have high hopes.

The staff is cleaning up the kitchen and leaving for the day. I can hear them even as the water sprays in my face. It’s one of the many benefits to being a vampire. This place requires a lot of people to run it, and humans are the best for it. They all think I work nights because I manage businesses in Tokyo. They’re not completely wrong. I have businesses all over the world, but that’s definitely not why I don’t go out during the day. If they suspect anything, they’ve never asked. But I like to think the pay is what keeps their lips tight and their questions few.

When I get out of the shower I dress in a suit. I’m planning on going into the city tonight. There’s a play my sister wants to see, and I’ve got box seats. This is a benefit for the both of us. She gets to be up close to the stage and I get to sit in the back and hide my face. She tells me it’s not as bad as I think it is, but she’s just trying to get me to stop being such a recluse. Another reason she’s making me go tonight.

I walk downstairs and check in with the head housekeeper, Mora. She’s an older woman with gray curly hair she wears pinned up and a round rosy face. She’s used to my scars by now, but still her eyes always move to my cheek and down my neck. They healed some after I was changed, but the red lines won’t ever fade. She’s been with me a long time and I like that she’s never asked me about them.

Your breakfast is on the counter in the kitchen. And I saw your note about not needing dinner tonight. Are you going out? she asks as she smiles brightly.

I’m going to the city with Ravana, I say and follow her to the front door.

Tell your sister I said hello, and I hope you have a nice night. Looks like it might rain.

She’s met Ravana on several occasions and seems to talk up a storm with her. But my sister is always careful with how much she reveals about her own past so that it doesn't give away inconsistencies with my own. She’s my sister because we were made by the same vampire—the leader of our coven. But in actuality, Ravana is about seventy years younger than me.

We make small talk until we walk outside and she gets in the back of the car. I nod to the driver and tell her goodnight. It’s Friday, she’s the only staff allowed to come and go on the weekends. My other staff is off on the weekends. I prefer the solitude as much as possible.

I go to my office and meet with my security and groundskeeper. When they’re finished updating me, they leave for home. I watch out the window as they all drive away and watch the sun fully set. When I’m sure I’m alone I go to the kitchen and put the food Mora made me down the disposal.

Vampires are nothing like in the movies. Even now when a vampire movie comes out, Ravana and I like going just so we can laugh at what people have come up with. Some of the rumors are true, like not going out in the daylight. But others are blatantly made up. We don’t have fangs or sleep in coffins. Although I do have razor-sharp incisors and like a good nap just as much as the next guy. But the biggest misconception is that we need blood to survive.

When I was changed I was given all the venom I needed to live for two hundred years. That’s the lifespan of an unmated vampire. The only thing we need to keep us immortal is the venom of our true mate. Once we have that, we can both live forever. But if we never find the one in two hundred years, then we die.

I walk out of the kitchen and into the formal living room. From there is a set of French doors that lead onto a balcony. It overlooks the pristine rose garden that I’ve heard is beautiful in the light of day. Maybe I’m making excuses, but I love the way they look at night. The dark reds and pinks glow in the moonlight. It’s so fragrant and inviting that it’s probably my favorite part of living here. But the thought of who will be here after I’m gone makes me sad. Will they love it as I do?

I hear a car pull up in the distance and check my watch. Ravana must be early.

I turn and walk towards the front of the house, but I hear more than one set of feet and stop. I close my eyes and listen carefully to the sounds of people coming towards the gate. I can make out what I think are four people, so I slowly move from the window and stare out into the darkness. It’s too far for me to clearly see what they’re doing, but I can hear their conversation.

I let out a frustrated sound when I hear them talk about a sorority and this being part of their initiation. There’s a college nearby and every few years they get a wild hair up their ass and think this is the place to prove their worth. I’m exhausted with humans lately, and this is just icing on the proverbial shit cake. I’m not putting up with this anymore.

I can hear one of them begin to scale the gate as I walk into my office and check the security screens. It’s a young woman, and her face is turned away from the camera so I can’t see what she looks like. I pick up my phone to call the police when I see her friends back away from the gate. They’re leaving her? I put down the phone as I watch the young woman clench her fists and turn towards the house. She walks up the hill as her friends scurry back to their car parked on the other side of the road and I hear an engine start.

Cowards, I say to myself and decide against calling the cops.

I’ll tell the girl to leave and that I’m going to press charges if she comes back. If she’s like the rest of the people who try to come on my property, a little threat goes a long way.

When I hear her footsteps on the front porch, I walk out of my office and to the front door. The scent of roses overwhelms me and my legs become heavy. I must have left the balcony doors open and the wind has blown the scent in. But it’s never affected me like this before. My head is dizzy and it’s like someone just turned on the heat. I can feel my skin getting hotter and with every step I take towards the front door, all of my senses heighten.

I should probably sit down or call my sister. But the only thing going through my mind is that I have to open the front door. If I can only open the door, I’ll be okay. It’s an instinct like I’ve never felt and the only thing I can do is follow the scent of roses.

My hand reaches for the knob just as her fingers knock on the door. When I pull it open her hand is still raised and I’m utterly assaulted by the scent of her.

Hi, um. Sorry to bother you. She slowly lowers her hand to reveal stunning green eyes surrounded by dark lashes.

The sound of her heartbeat is like a drum in my ears, and my teeth ache. I’ve never had the need to bite someone before, but my whole jaw is painful for it. With all of my strength I step back into the shadows to hide my face. I don’t want to scare her away. My mind begins to work on how I can entice her inside and keep her here. Forever.

So, here’s the thing. I’m just going to be honest with you. I’m pledging a sorority and the dare was to knock on your door. But I think the other pledges have bailed on me and now I’m stuck here, and I think I might be injured.

She tucks a lock of glossy auburn hair behind one ear then bites her juicy, wet bottom lip. I’ve never wanted to taste something so sweet and delicate before in my life. The urge to lie on top of her is so strong I nearly pounce on her.

Again, I’m sorry. I actually didn’t think anyone would be home. Do you have maybe a paper towel or something?

She holds out her arm for me to see, and I have to put my hand over my mouth at the sight of the blood. It’s a small scratch, but it has dripped down her arm and made a trail of blood that’s the exact color of the roses in my garden. I swallow the warm liquid that’s in my mouth and realize I’m drooling for a taste of her.

Or not, that’s okay, too. She begins to take a step back, and I reach out and snatch her wrist so quickly it surprises both of us.

Come in, I say softly, keeping my face in the shadows.

It’s okay. I can go. I’m really sorry. I can smell the fear in her blood, and I hate it. I want the sweet innocence back. That’s what I ache for.

Please, I try again. This time I use all my powers to calm her and to seduce her into a relaxed state. You startled me. Come in and I’ll take care of that cut. Then we can call someone to come get you.

She glances back to the gate for a second and sees that she’s alone.

I promise not to hurt you, I say, running my thumb along her wrist and feeling her rapid heartbeat—something I haven’t felt in a hundred years. I’ll protect you just like my roses.

Your roses? She turns to look at me, and the smell of fear dissipates.

Yes. I have a garden if you’d like to wait there. My sister is on her way, and she can help you if would prefer to have her. The words taste like dirt in my mouth.

I want to rip her clothes off and feed on her breast while I fuck her. At that thought I glance down and see my cock is hard and pushing against the slacks of my suit.

Oh fuck, I whisper, so low she doesn’t hear it.

I’ve found my mate.

Chapter Three

Juliet

Ilet him lead me into the house, and my heart races. But when I walk inside, peace falls over me and my mind stops the rush of panicked thoughts. It only lasts a second when I jump at the sound of the door closing behind me. It’s then I realize that there’s no going back. I’m alone with a man I don’t know. I willingly did this without even putting up a fight. What’s wrong with me? My mind has been a whirl of emotions since he opened the door.

I try to look up him, but he turns from me a little so I can only see part of his face.

Come this way. We’ll get you fixed up, his deep voice commands as he pulls on my wrist gently so that I follow him.

His hand engulfs my wrist, reminding me how big he is. It’s almost surprising how gentle the hold is with how rough his hand feels against my skin. His words of protection repeat over and over in my mind as he pulls me deeper into the house and closer to him. I try to look up at him, but he turns his face away from me once again, shielding himself.

I follow a little behind him so I’m only able to see his broad back and shoulders. Not that I even come up to his shoulders. He’s big. Like, really big. It’s even more noticeable as we walk through a doorway and he takes up most of it. He’s easily double my size and could overpower me so quickly. This is how all those stupid horror movies start, and now I’m realizing there’s no one to hear my screams. Even the girls I came with are long gone by now. How did I get myself into this mess?

Maybe I should—

I’ve got you, he says, cutting me off. Besides, the women you came with left you. You shouldn’t be out at night all alone in the dark.

I try to swallow the knot that begins to form in my throat. He’s more right than he realizes. I’m always alone. Even when living in a home filled with people.

I don’t know if being with a complete stranger in their house is any safer.

His grip on my wrist tightens for a moment, then he loosens his grip.

You’ll stay, he commands again.

It seems like everything that comes out of his mouth is an order. The silence that falls between us makes me uncomfortable and unsteady. I run through my mind, trying to think of something to say.

Well, they know I’m in here, I blurt out, reminding him he can’t do something crazy.

This is the first place they’ll come looking for me. If they come looking for me. I’m sure if I don’t show up for classes, someone will know I’m missing. Right? Oh my god. It would probably take a week before someone even noticed I was gone. I swallow hard again.

He only makes a grunting sound like he doesn't care. I tug on my hand, but he doesn't let go of it.

Be careful. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. He stops in front of a set of double doors and opens them before guiding me inside. How is this man scary and tender all at the same time? That doesn’t even make sense.

When we enter the room, my mouth falls open. Every wall is covered in bookcases. Leather-bound spines fill every space. There’s even a spiral staircase leading to the second level. It’s something I’ve only ever seen in movies. It’s breathtaking.

Wow, I whisper. I could live in this room. The hand on my wrist tightens again, and he makes a sound of approval.

You like it? he asks, and I feel his thumb brush across my wrist. It sends a thrill up my spine.

"Like is putting it mildly."

He releases my wrist and I feel strange about not having him hold on to me anymore. But I swear I can still feel his touch on my skin lingering like a brand. I use my other hand to rub the place where he touched me and it’s warm.

When I look back I see he’s moved all the way across the room. With a flip of a switch the room is plunged into darkness, but within seconds the fireplace comes to life. It fills the room with a warm glow and makes me feel peaceful. The man visibly relaxes after he’s done this, and it somehow calms the whole room.

I’ll go get the first-aid kit, he says before he bolts from the room and closes the doors behind him.

How did he move so fast? I’m left standing there, torn between wanting to explore the room and also thinking that maybe I should get the heck out of here. I close my eyes to get myself together the best I can. But before I’ve taken a step, he’s coming through the double doors with a transparent case in his hand. His head is down so I can’t see his face.

Come sit down. He motions me over to a seat.

My feet are rooted to the spot as I watch him move across the room. I’m unable to look away from him. I’m frozen in place because I don’t know what to do. Should I let him take care of me? Something inside of me is telling me that he’s safe, but my mind isn’t so sure.

Now, he commands, and this time my feet move on their own.

I go to him and sit down in the chair he motioned to. He falls to his knees beside me and finally I get a little view of his face. It’s not much, and as I try to get a better look at it he reaches out and touches my arm. I suck in a breath as his fingers glide across my skin.

Sorry. Did that hurt?

I shake my head and he continues. The cut doesn't hurt, but his touch is something altogether different. It’s like he’s warming me from the inside, and it tingles in a good way.

I’m Kane, by the way. He opens the box and gets out a small white cloth.

His fingers tremble as he wipes the blood away. Maybe he doesn’t like the sight of it?

I’m Juliet, I respond after a second because I’m too busy focused on the warm tingle beneath my skin. Thank you again for this. I really am sorry for trespassing.

Here he is trying to help me and I’m being distracted and rude. I’m so calm and happy right now that all of my emotions before this seem insane. Why was I so scared?

I lean down a bit to try and get a look at his face. But I’m beginning to think he’s hiding it from me. Which only makes me want to see it more.

You’re welcome here anytime.

I ignore his response because I doubt I’ll ever be back here again. Even if in this moment I don’t want to move from this spot. I feel so good that I think I might just move in. As soon as I have the thought I have to stop myself from laughing at how ridiculous it sounds.

I do my best to sit still as he tends to the scrape on my arm. He takes his time cleaning the wound gently. He’s so careful with me.

He leans down slowly, getting close to the wound. I freeze, wondering what he’s doing, and my heart begins to beat loudly.

Kane? I say softly, and he stops moving closer.

I feel his breath against my arm, but before he can respond, the doors fly open and I nearly jump out of my seat.

Chapter Four

Kane

W hat’s going on here? Ravana says when she walks into the room.

Her eyes narrow on the scene before her, but she’s not my concern. I can feel Juliet’s heartbeat speed up, and the fear that I removed from her earlier is back. I had her calm and supple, but then Ravana came in like a bull in a china shop.

He was just helping me, Juliet blurts out before I can explain. I climbed over the gate and cut myself pretty bad.

Ravana is in a dark green cotton dress. It goes down to her feet and has sleeves so it covers her ivory skin. She’s beautiful, but she’s only ever been my sister. Her dark black hair is in waves down her back. Her anger shows on her face.

Everything is fine. You can leave now, Ravana, I say as gently as I can while trying to let her know she needs to go. I don’t want to scare Juliet.

Ravana takes out her phone and hits a few buttons before putting it back in her bag.

Is this your wife? Juliet whispers to me as her eyes dart between us.

This is my sister, Ravana. Ravana, this is Juliet.

Nice to meet you, Juliet says, and her body begins to relax again. Was she so worried that I was married?

I don’t have a mate, I say as I pack up the first-aid kit.

Kane, can I speak with you privately? Ravana says, not addressing Juliet.

If you’ll excuse me, I say to Juliet, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and covering her with it. I’ll be right back.

Her fingers touch my hand as I tuck the blanket around her. It’s only briefly, but it feels so intimate and real. Could she possibly like the way I feel?

Ravana clears her throat and I reluctantly stand up and walk out