Ouch! My Vampire Doms Give Good Spankings

By Calista Jayne

Count them out, little love. And say “thank you” after each one.

Will and Xander are hiding something from me. Something big.

The signs are subtle. They look away when I talk about the future. They carefully word their replies. They invent new and creative methods of “funishment” to distract me from further conversation. I'm starting to get nervous.

Meanwhile, my stepfather is in town, and he still wants me dead.

I trust that Will and Xander will protect me. After all, they're doing everything they can for me...except telling me the truth.

Ouch! My Vampire Doms Give Good Spankings is the fifth book in a six-book series featuring kinky vampires, a heroine who loves to be dominated, and over-the-top drama. If you want to read ahead or check content warnings, please visit the author’s website.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Calista Jayne
• Release date: Jan 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215562819

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

Autumn

Adead girl who looks just like me…it could be a coincidence. Entirely a coincidence.

Except all my mind can keep returning to is the possibility that Dale hired someone to kill me—most likely Sutton—and they got the wrong girl.

I saw her on the news last night. When I woke up this morning, it took me several minutes to realize why my stomach felt so tight, why the comfort of the guys’ arms felt so hollow.

I think I’m the reason that poor woman died. Brianna Shook. She might have died because of me and my messed-up life.

Autumn. Will enters the kitchen. You got up before I did.

Yeah. I fake a grin. What’s going on, lazy bones? You usually don’t even sleep.

He holds up his burned palms. It’s part of healing, sometimes.

I’m starting to lose patience with him. He refuses to take more than a sip of my blood at a time. I know he needs more, and I want to give it to him. He dutifully drinks from the blood bags Xander has fetched. Most of it is human blood, paid for through some side deal with the hospital. But from Will’s grimace every time he drinks it, and the fact it has no visible effect on his hands, I know that it’s my veins he needs. The blood bags are merely taking the edge off; they aren’t healing him.

I just drank twice my body weight in water, I say, holding up my empty water glass. Take some more of my blood.

Thanks, love, but no. I’ll wait until tomorrow. Give you more of a chance to recover.

I’ve had three full days to recover. My arm is as good as new. I’ve never felt more hydrated and flush with life than I do now.

You are infuriating, I say, glaring at him.

His gorgeous blue eyes glare back, just as stubborn. Do you want a fight, little love?

Maybe I do. Maybe I’m terrified of what happened to Brianna Shook. Maybe I’m mourning what actually happened to Will and Xander’s amant, Elisabeth. Maybe I’m still having nightmares about that factory, about Titus stabbing my arm with the arrow point.

A part of me wants to be a brat and ask Will just how he expects to spank me when he can’t use his hands.

Instead, I say, I don’t want a fight, Daddy. I want a hug.

His shoulders relax and he pads over to me, looking comfortable and huggable in his soft pajama pants, yet somehow still godlike. It’s that muscular bare chest, the power within him. He’s strong, self-restrained. He has experienced unimaginable grief over centuries. He could break any human like a twig, and yet, when I ask him for a hug, he gathers me in his arms and holds me close.

I want this always. Forever.

The back door of the basement apartment opens, breaking the spell. Xander walks in, looking professional in a pair of slacks and button-down shirt.

Hey, you two. Are we playing?

No, Will says, his voice a rumble in his chest. We’re hugging.

Xander comes over to the counter, sets down a stack of envelopes, and wraps his arms around us both.

Xander and Will and me? Best hug ever.

When we pull apart, Will spots the envelopes on the counter and says, What’s all this?

I was just in the library going over a few things with Izzie, Xander says. We have some mail, and this one is addressed to all three of us—although they’re calling you ‘Abigail,’ Autumn.

I stare at the heavy cream envelope that he picks up. All three of us?

The front reads, Abigail Souris, William Hunt, and Alexander Johannson, followed by the address of The Corbin.

The seal on the back is made of old-timey wax, stamped with an IW in a more modern, san serif font. I watch as Xander peels apart the wax, and I resist making a bratty comment about how he probably has a lot of practice with these ancient methods of envelope-sealing. But Will sees my lips twitching. He leans over and gives my shoulder a gentle nip with his fangs. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to get an excited squeak out of me.

Behave, you two reprobates, Xander says absently, tugging the card from the envelope.

It’s an invitation. I’m still shocked to be included in anything, but I recognize the kind of paper, the calligraphy, all of it. This is an invitation to a high-end event, the kind of thing Dale used to badger me into attending.

All three of us crowd close to read it together.

Olivia Santiago, Jaxon Marsel, and Ryder Callahan invite you to Ironwood Security’s first gala and charity auction. Please join us on Friday, July fourteenth at eight p.m. for dinner and dancing. All proceeds from ticket sales and auction will benefit the San Esteban Youth Arts program.

A handwritten note is scrawled at the bottom. I hope you can make it, Abigail! I’d love to meet you. —O

How did they know to invite me? I ask. "O, I’m assuming Olivia—how does she even know I exist?"

Will smiles. Izzie probably put them up to it. She’s friends with Olivia. They’re all good people.

You want to go to this thing, Xander says to Will in an accusing tone.

Shrugging, Will says, It’s been a while since we went to a party.

We went to Gaius’s blood banquet, Xander says.

That fucking doesn’t count, Will says with a scowl, and you know it.

When is the gala? I ask. July fourteenth? That’s…that’s in two weeks.

Unfortunately, we need to respond and purchase our tickets now if we’re going, Xander says. The invitation arrived quite some time ago, but I’ve been ignoring everything that wasn’t bills. We’ve been…distracted.

That’s a gentle way of putting it.

I want to go. No getting around it. Olivia invited me especially, and while I absolutely love spending time with these guys here in the library, there’s no denying that I’ve been feeling a little cooped up.

Will takes one look at what must be the excitement showing on my face, and he says, Get the tickets. Three of them. We’re going to this thing.

With a happy squeal, I throw myself into his arms and kiss his handsome face. The guys’ answering laughter chases away the gloom I’d woken up with.

Will

The sun will be rising soon. We’re starting yet another day where I want to strangle my frerte. Autumn is still asleep in my room, sheets tangled around her limbs. She showed her excitement for the upcoming gala in myriad ways last night, and now she’s exhausted.

If Marie wants to get her revenge on Gaius, I say to Xander, we should search for Gaius. Because then we’ll find her.

Yeah, true, Xander says. He doesn’t sound nearly as concerned about Marie as I am.

I stare at him from across his study. It’s a similar room to mine, although more modern in appearance, with blacks and grays and chromes. Mine is gleaming polished wood and antique furniture.

He taps a button on his keyboard. The printer whirs to life. I’m expecting a map of the county or a listing of properties likely owned by Gaius. When I pick up the sheet and read it, though, I see a list of addresses with headings like Sissy’s Fine Dresses, Carol’s Closet, Vibrant Threads.

What the fuck. I hold up the paper. Clothing stores?

Xander nods. Autumn needs a gown for the gala. If we take her shopping now, she can find something she likes and there’ll be just enough time to have it tailored for any adjustments.

Aren’t you worried about Marie? I ask. This isn’t the time for galas and dresses.

Some, he says. "Frankly, I’m more angry at her than anything. She fucking hurt Autumn, and it was all for revenge. Even if you and I had killed Elisabeth—a flicker of some deep emotion crosses his face—what Marie did to Autumn was inexcusable. If she wants to throw herself into Gaius’s clutches to continue her frankly batshit need for revenge, then I say we should let her."

I rub a hand over my face, thinking. I feel some responsibility toward Marie. She was, in a sense, our sister. She was just as damaged by what happened to Elisabeth as Xander and I were.

And she was kept in captivity for all these years. Who held her? Why?

I think we should find her. Talk her out of this doomed quest, I say.

I think we should let her do whatever the fuck she wants to do, because she’s going to attempt it anyway, Xander says. And hey, if she succeeds, at least Gaius will be gone.

I exhale in frustration. He looks up and his expression relaxes.

Okay, he says, I get it. You feel bad for her. I do, too, I guess. I don’t mind doing some looking around for her. But my priority right now is Autumn. She needs to have fun. We haven’t been doing right by her, keeping her cooped up—

We’re protecting her, I say.

We’re also keeping her captive, he points out.

The fuck? I wouldn’t—she can leave any time she wants to.

Can she, though? His dark eyes examine me. We don’t know what her stepdad’s fixer is doing. He could have returned to Altera, or he could still be in San Esteban. Or there could be other fixers waiting around. Autumn’s in a holding pattern, and the only way she’s getting out of this library is with one or both of us watching her. Sounds like she’s a captive to me.

I don’t want it to be like that, I say.

Then we start by taking her to this gala. Ironwood is a security company—they’ll have the best security in the state at this event.

Fine, I say, then will you indulge me? With finding Marie?

She’s going to get herself killed—why don’t we let the problem solve itself, again?

Why didn’t I stake you as soon as Gaius turned me and handed me over to your tutelage, again? I grumble.

The arsehole laughs, which takes me back to the time we first met. I’d been a complete degenerate as a human, working as the muscle in brothels to keep clients from roughing up the workers. Gaius had visited my workplace several times, always engaging me in conversation at the end of his visit. He had questions about my experience, my strength. Something about him raised alarm bells, but I was bored with my life, tired of living on the fringes of society. He offered me something more. Like the opportunist I am, I took it.

Soon after Gaius turned me, he foisted me off on Xander for training. Xander had been a gentleman in his human life. I’d thought he was a pompous bastard. Looking back, I think Gaius put us together for a laugh. But we