Bite Me For Christmas

By Megan Slayer

Rachael isn’t good at magic, and she’s not versed in life, but this witch wants to lay her hands on the sexy vampire who’s come to her in her dreams. She wants just one thing for Christmas wish -- her vampire.

Gavin wants the witch in his dreams, but he doesn’t believe he’s worthy of her. Part of him wants to devour her magic and save himself, but what if being saved doesn’t involve dying?

Anything is possible with a little Christmas magic.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Nov 26, 2021

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

Book preview

Chapter One

I want to fuck you senseless.

Rachel rolled over in bed, and her body thrummed. She panted and bunched her hands in the sheets. The vampire who visited her dreams had come back. Heat enveloped her. He might only be in her dreams, but he wanted her.

Her.

He’d come to her.

She loved this dream. The vampire came to her when she slept and did the most delicious things to her body. Her age didn’t matter and neither did her innocence. She’d never had sex, but he didn’t seem to care when he appeared in her dreams. He taught her what to do and how to approach him.

She slid her hands over her body to her breasts. Her synapses misfired, and magic stirred in her veins. She kicked the blankets off and toyed with her nipples, imagining he was the one touching her. She groaned. In her dream, he caressed her chest and laved his tongue over her nipples.

The magic within her veins increased. She parted her legs and eased one hand between her thighs. She pushed her panties aside and stroked her labia. Her wetness aided her rubbing.

In her dream, he moved from her breasts to her pussy. She ran her fingers through his hair in her vision. A gasp bubbled in her throat. He had the softest hair and the hottest mouth. His fangs scraped her inner thigh. She shivered. Would he suck on her nipples? Run his tongue across her clit?

She’d never spoken to him in her dreams. Instead, he seemed to know where to touch and taste her. He scraped his teeth along her leg again, then nipped her labia.

She rocked her hips, rubbing her fingers across her sensitive skin. She dug her heels into the mattress. He teased and toyed with her, but hadn’t penetrated her. Why wasn’t he fucking her?

He stopped licking her and sat back on his heels. His eyes flashed silver, and he bared his teeth. His fangs shimmered in the light of her dream, and her breath lodged in her throat.

She loved seeing his fangs and knowing a vampire had come to her.

He dipped his head between her legs, and excitement shot through her. Instead of the exquisite joy of being licked, something loud knocked on the door. She woke up to more thumping against her door. Who wanted her now? She sat up and covered herself with her blankets. Although she listened for the knocking sound, she heard nothing.

She shoved her hair from her eyes and panted. Well, shit. Her mystery vampire had come to her again and still hadn’t fucked her. She’d been warned to stay away from vampires because they’d kill her. They’d drain her to nothing. They could steal her magic, too. Was that the truth? Would they if given the opportunity? She wasn’t sure.

Still, the idea scared her. She wasn’t good at controlling her magic, either. Hell, she barely summoned the right creatures at the right time.

How had she managed to summon a vampire?

Christmas lights bathed the room in a rainbow of color. Tinsel glittered around her window, and the tiny Christmas tree turned in small revolutions on her dresser. She was in her room and safe.

She was also a witch who not only believed in the creatures of the night, but also in Christmas. Krampus could haunt her, too. She was a conundrum mixed with confusion.

She sighed. If she wanted the vampire to come to her in person, she’d have to appeal to a higher power. Her sisters wouldn’t help and would probably try to steal him away, if they didn’t kill him first. Krampus hated her because she wasn’t bad enough. Clumsy, yes. Prone to mistakes? Sure. But bad? No. The only shot she had was Santa.

Damn.

Santa didn’t pay the coven much mind. It didn’t matter if she put out milk and cookies for him or that she believed he existed. If she existed and so did Krampus, why couldn’t Santa? Belief wasn’t enough. Santa wasn’t coming down her chimney.

Still, she could ask and believe.

She left her bed and ventured over to the window. Santa might not listen, but she had to try. Christmas was in two days, and she had a Christmas wish. If anyone could come through for her, it was Santa.

She held onto the windowsill. She hated being interrupted before she reached orgasm, but she needed her vampire to be there so she could. He mattered. Him being real mattered.

"Dear Santa, I should write a letter, but this seems faster. I could conjure you, but if