Ouch! My Vampire Doms Have Really Long...Fangs

By Calista Jayne

It isn’t the length of the fangs, it’s how they use them.

While I’m searching for meaning in my former bestie’s ominous social media posts, my two vampire Doms are puzzling out a mystery of their own—dangerous messages and the reappearance of an unnamed enemy from their past.

Xander is beginning to open up and trust that I won't go running. Will continues to wrap me in his arms and deliver the most delicious discipline.

With every passing night, I’m falling more and more in love with them both. I’m also getting more and more tangled in their dangerous world. And despite the terrors I find in the city’s supernatural underground, I wouldn’t change a thing.

The deeper I fall, the more I like the darkness.

Ouch! My Vampire Doms Have Really Long...Fangs is the fourth book in a planned six-book series featuring kinky vampires, a heroine in distress, and all kinds of paranormal drama. If you want to read ahead or check content warnings, please visit the author’s website.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Calista Jayne
• Release date: Dec 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215399224

Calista Jayne

Calista Jayne adores filthy, smutty romances featuring dominant-yet-tender men. When not writing or reading, she’s falling in love with the heroes in K-dramas or walking along a California beach.

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1

Xander

Leaning back in the driver’s seat, I watch the scores of people going in and out of the tall building where the doctor’s office is located. It’s a busy Monday; the revolving door doesn’t stop spinning. Most of the people look bored or faintly disgusted with their mornings. Contemporary humans’ distaste for Mondays is a puzzling notion to me. Then again, as a self-employed vampire, I don’t see Mondays as the inexorable, evil passing of time, the leeching of life from my body as the weeks march forward without my consent.

Perhaps my view of Mondays is a matter of privilege—the privilege of never aging. Unless someone stakes me or severs my head from my body, I’ll live forever.

I’m parked on the curb. There are about forty more minutes on the meter. I can use my credit card to get more time if necessary, but we didn’t expect a long appointment for Autumn. I drove us here to offer her extra support, but we decided I’d wait outside rather than face curiosity about our relationship. I don’t give a fuck what people think, and neither does Will or Autumn. But the more we can do to escape notice at the moment, the better. Too many people know of Autumn’s whereabouts already. Some of them are friends, like Izzie. Others are less friendly, like her former coworker at the pub.

I would lay down my life to protect Autumn from harm. So waiting in the car while Will accompanies her to her appointment is a small sacrifice.

The sun’s reflection is an assault off of the white of the building, which is why I almost don’t see the two struggling forms in the shadows at the side. It appears that a man is pulling a woman along with him…and she doesn’t want to go.

Well, that won’t do. Not in my city.

I climb out of the car, lock it, and stride forward. I’m not a masked superhero or anything so grand, but I’m strong enough to stop a mugging or assault, and fast enough to get away before anyone asks me questions about my speed and strength.

I’ve just rounded the side of the building when I catch a scent from the struggling people—and one of those scents, laced with the pungent acid of panic and fear, is jasmine. Autumn.

It’s her—I can see her blond hair now, too.

No more striding. No more casual city superhero doing a good deed.

This man is messing with my girl.

I full-on run.

I move silently, feet barely brushing against the pavement, and I remain in the shadows. The asshole doesn’t see me because they’re moving away from the busy street toward the rear of the building. Autumn’s feet slide and skid over the concrete. She tries to hook an ankle around the wheel of a dumpster.

You stupid bitch, the guy says, yanking her away from it.

She whimpers, sounding muffled. Her mouth must be covered so she can’t scream.

The guy goes on, I told him he should kill you when he killed your bitch mother. But he wanted to keep you for his ‘image.’ Stupid decision, and here I am, doing his dirty work again.

Ten yards are between us. Eight. Three. I want to pounce on him, but I don’t want him falling on top of Autumn when he goes down.

Because he is most certainly going down.

I’m directly behind him when I tap his shoulder.

He partly lets go of Autumn to whirl around, drawing a gun from his waistband and pointing it at me in one quick motion. The barrel gleams dully, deadly.

He can shoot me, I suppose, but if he does it won’t harm me for long. This flimsy metal contraption and its tiny bullet have nothing on the undead.

I recognize him from the news—he’s tall and lean, with blond hair parted on the side. Cruel eyes. This is Autumn’s stepdad’s ally, Sutton McGrath.

I let him look directly at me. I let him see the darkness in my eyes, the promise of unchecked violence—the kind of shit people don’t even dare think about in the most dangerous recesses of their minds. Every ugly thing that mankind is capable of—I can deliver it exponentially.

He sees what I’m showing him and his face pales with fear, which tells me he isn’t entirely stupid.

Fucker doesn’t have a chance—I grab his wrist and twist my hand around. The snap of his breaking bone is satisfying. His gun clatters to the ground. I kick it in one direction. I shove him away from it at the same moment I take hold of Autumn’s arm so she doesn’t fall with him.

He lands on his hands and knees, bellowing when he accidentally catches his weight on his broken wrist.

Are you okay, baby? I ask, cupping Autumn’s face in my hands and looking her over for injuries.

I’m okay, she says.

Autumn! Will shouts, racing toward us.

I’ve got her, she’s all right, I say.

Just then the guy stands up, panting. He has no gun and his wrist is broken. He glances between me and Will, and then, after correctly evaluating his chances of success in a fight, he runs toward the other end of the alley.

Will takes off after him, feet swift.

No, Autumn calls out, reaching toward Will’s retreating back. Stay with me. I need you both.

Will halts, hesitates, torn. Once a vampire has started to give chase, it’s impossible to push the instincts back down again. Will turns toward us, desperation clear on his face. He takes one heaving breath, then another. Meanwhile, Sutton is running like his life depends on it. Which is true—it does.

Come on, I say to him. Let’s take Autumn home.

Still, Will doesn’t move. He looks as if he’s about to sprint after Sutton.

Autumn’s whispered, Please, Daddy, seems to penetrate the haze of the chase.

Will’s shoulders slump and he walks over to us. He removes his button-down shirt, revealing his undershirt. Then after making sure the gun’s safety is on, he uses the button-down to pick up the gun, bundling it carefully.

He explains, Detective Baldwin may someday be interested in this weapon.

Smart. The gun is likely linked to several crimes, if Autumn’s stepdad is as guilty as we think he is, and if he’s using Sutton McGrath to perpetrate those crimes. I think the probability is pretty high that this is the case.

Are you going to turn it in? Autumn asks.

We’ll hang onto it for now, Will says. But the police will get it eventually.

Autumn nods. She’s shivering even though it has to be eighty degrees. She’s in shock. I keep my arm around her as we walk back to the car. I hate that this happened. I hate that she can’t simply go out, do normal things, live a normal life. I want sunshine and flowers for her, safety and joy.

Not creeps dragging her down alleys after a doctor’s appointment.

Autumn

Maybe I should’ve let Will chase after Sutton. But all I could think of was—what if Sutton wins? I know it’s ridiculous. Sutton couldn’t win against either of these guys, no way. And as Sutton was dragging me along, a part of me knew that Will and Xander would come, but a part of me was afraid they’d be too late. What if I never saw them again? What if the other night, when the three of us had been together that way, the two of them moving in me so surely, so confidently—what if that was the last time?

I couldn’t handle it. I can’t lose them, and I don’t want to be apart.

Not even for a few minutes.

Obviously, time apart is probably healthy in a relationship, blah blah blah, but one—I wouldn’t really know because I haven’t had any strong long-term relationships, and two—I’m not talking about being glued to their sides forever. But right now, immediately after Sutton was trying to drag me off?

I need both of the guys right here.

Xander helps me into the back of his car, and Will climbs in on the other side of the back seat, sliding over so he sits in the middle seat next to me. I cling to him.

Where’s the gun? I ask.

In the trunk, Xander says as he gets behind the wheel. There’s a special compartment, so it’s hidden, safe.

Hidden. Safe. Like me. Their library basement is my hidden compartment. And here I’ve dared to leave it…and look what happened.

I burrow against Will, breathing him in, wishing I could hide against him always. Fuck healthy distances and time apart. The guys will have to stay in the library with me forever.

I got you, love, Will says, tilting my chin up so I look into his face.

His blue eyes look a little wild, a little frantic. I straighten up and kiss his cheek. I got you, too.

He grins, then, and it