Vampire Reunion: Real Men of Othercross

By Celia Kyle and Marina Maddix

It was supposed to be a one-night stand, not eternity!

 

When witch Sara Hart hooks up with a Master vampire at a co-worker's wedding, she fully expects to never hear from him again. After all, she's just a poor receptionist with mediocre powers—certainly not an appropriate match for someone of his status. And he clearly thinks so too since he never even tries to track her down. That stings, but not as much as when she learns he's actively seeking a new mate and she isn't even in the running.

 

After losing his beloved—his one true mate—centuries ago, Orrin Nicolaides knows he'll never find another but he's tired of being alone. The problem is that even as he searches for a suitable vampire mate, he can't stop thinking about the sexy little witch he drunkenly snacked on the night of his son's wedding—to the point he can no longer feed from anyone else. He needs to forget her, but will he be able move on before he wastes away?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Summerhouse Publishing
• Release date: Mar 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215586433

Celia Kyle

Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Celia Kyle now writes paranormal romances for readers who: 1) Like super hunky heroes (they generally get furry) 2) Dig beautiful women (who have a few more curves than the average lady) 3) Love laughing in (and out of) bed. It goes without saying that there’s always a happily-ever-after for her characters, even if there are a few road bumps along the way. Today she lives in central Florida and writes full-time with the support of her loving husband and two finicky cats.

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

Orrin Nicolaides was a master in every way. First and foremost, he was the master of his vampire clan, ruling with an integrity and even-handedness most masters lacked, in his not-so-humble opinion.

Next he was a master of his emotions. It had only taken him a couple of centuries to really get a handle on them, but he’d succeeded in the end, as he always did. Nothing could frazzle him, and he was well-known for keeping a cool head in the midst of chaos.

He was also a master in the bedroom, which he was currently proving to the young witch in his arms. Or would be as soon as he could get the damn door open.

Here, let me try, Sara said, deftly plucking the hotel key card from his fumbling fingers and stepping in front of him.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he nuzzled her neck as she worked. His head was fuzzy from drinking too much from several inebriated human females at his son’s wedding reception. They’d been desperate to experience a real vampire bite, and he’d been only too happy to comply. But he’d forgotten how intensely the drunk ones affected him.

He’d thought Sara was a human when he first spotted her across the dance floor at the Othercross Forum. His son, Deo, had just thrown his new bride’s garter into a crowd of young males when Orrin’s gaze had landed on a stunning young woman in a knee-length black dress that glittered like stars on a moonless night. The dress enhanced her ample curves, and more than anything he wanted to find out how she looked with it pooled around her feet.

Now if only he could remember her last name. She might not have even told him after he’d elbowed his way through the partiers and struck up a conversation. He knew she worked as a receptionist at Othercross Arcane Judicial with his new daughter-in-law, Cora, but beyond that, she was a mystery.

A delectable mystery he couldn’t wait to sink his fangs into, but his son’s reception wasn’t the place for what he had in mind. Yet when Sara had dragged him onto the dance floor, he’d barely been able to keep his hands off of her luscious body. Only when she’d giggled and suggested they go back to his room did he even realize he had two handfuls of her delicious ass and was grinding against her like a teenager.

So unlike him, the master of control.

If he was honest with himself, he hadn’t been mastering his emotions as well as he would have liked. As happy as he was for his son and heir, Orrin couldn’t deny a twinge of self-pity. His youngest progeny, who’d only been a vampire for twenty years, had already found his beloved—his eternal mate—yet Orrin was still alone two hundred years after losing his own beloved and first offspring in childbirth. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from sulking over this strange turn of events, and a quick fling with a sexy witch seemed like just the thing to take his mind off his troubles.

Sara had flung herself at him the moment the elevator doors closed on the way to his room, shamelessly running her hands down his back to his own ass and returning the favor. Her tongue had tasted of champagne and strawberries, though she didn’t seem drunk. Not like the human girls wanting a glimpse of the dark side. Maybe a tiny bit tipsy, but the woman certainly had her wits about her. Enough to get his damn door open when he couldn’t.

The electronic beep signaling her success made him harder than he had been in years. The wait was over. He could feed on her, make love to her, and perform every single trick he’d learned over the centuries. It felt like he’d been waiting a lifetime instead of just a few seconds.

Lifting her in his arms, Orrin carried Sara over the threshold, her teeth nibbling at his earlobe, her lips trailing kisses down his neck, and her fingers buried deep in his jet-black hair. A growl rumbled out of him, low and heavy with promise, as he kicked the door shut behind them.

She claimed his lips before he could reach the bedroom of his suite, her tongue dancing with his as she twined her arms around his neck and held him tightly. He could feel the hardness of her nipples against his chest, and he called on every ounce of strength and control he possessed to stop from embarrassing himself.

Puppy dogs. Baseball. Standing in front of a Triune. Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day.

That did it, at least enough for him to reach the foot of the bed. He was loath to release Sara’s warm body, but one more second of her hands roaming his form as if it were hers to own and thinking unsexy thoughts wouldn’t stop him from finishing before they’d even started.

Tossing her on the bed, Orrin rolled his shoulders back and pulled himself to his full height. Looming over her, he let an evil smile play across his lips. It was his patented Imma eat you smile, and most non-vamps tended to cower from it. To his eternal surprise,