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  The Vampire’s Salvation

  (Book 7 of Fatal Allure Series)

  Martha Woods

  Contents

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

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  Bonus Book 1

  THE ALPHA’S RETURN

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Bonus Book 2

  THE ALPHA’S DEMAND

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Bonus Book 3

  Kiss of A Vampire

  1. Part One

  2. Part Two

  3. Part Three

  Bonus Book 4

  The Witches’ Prophecy

  1. Part One

  2. Part Two

  Part Three

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  Chapter 1

  When I open my eyes, I swear I can feel Vincent at my back, his arm wrapped around my waist and his nose buried in my hair. I can feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest, skin rubbing against mine while he keeps himself in a dream I could so easily join him in but choose not to, small gasps and whimpers only hinting at what he could possibly be dreaming of.

  Then I feel the beat of his heart, I feel the warmth of the sun across my shoulders, and I know that this isn’t Vincent.

  Turning and looking into Damon’s closed eyes, I feel ashamed that I was hoping it was someone else, given that he had been so amazing over the last few days as we stumbled through this whole messy situation with my feelings for the two of them. He’d even shown some curiosity… I would say even longing when I’d told him about my dream involving the two of them, which was such a leap from what their relationship had been like only a year ago.

  It took me a second to realize that I didn’t want him to be Vincent, I just wanted him to be here with the both of us, keeping me warm between them and letting me know that everything was alright. Damon knew how big and confused my heart was, even after working out the extent of my feelings, he would absolutely understand where I was coming from. But given the time limit that I’d had placed on me, I couldn’t afford to waste any time focusing on my emotions.

  “Hey,” I said, pushing his face lightly. “Wake up, nap time’s over.”

  “I...Whu…” He snorted awake, looking around the room with bleary eyes before fixing them on me. “It’s only been like an hour; can’t it be longer?”

  “Afraid not, time isn’t exactly on our side with this one, when it’s all over I promise we can have a longer sleep together, ok?”

  Damon grinned lazily. “I know I should say something like, ‘Oh really? Is sleeping the only thing we’ll be doing?’, but honestly, I think after this mess is all cleared up I’ll be all set to sleep for a year.”

  Getting up proved to be more of a challenge than I thought, only a few hours of rest over the last two days, combined with crashing from all the coffee I’d been drinking, wasn’t exactly a recipe for an awake and determined body. However, the knowledge that one of the men that I loved was effectively in purgatory and waiting for me to get him out was more than enough motivation to get my act together and move.

  Turning back to look at Damon I suddenly realized that given what our last act had been before sleeping, he was as bare as a person could be, having kicked off the covers in his sleep and revealing the entirety of his naked form. With the smirk that came across his face, clearly, he had seen me lick my lips when my eyes travelled lower.

  “You uh… see something you like?” He asked, stretching one leg off the mattress and standing to meet me. I took a step forward, laying my hands on his shoulders and pressing my lips to his in a fevered kiss, swallowing up his lustful groan and replacing it with one of my own.

  “Shower. Now.”

  We had a long day ahead of us, no reason that we couldn’t take ten minutes to feel something nice.

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  “Oh my god Amy!” Damon threw his head back against the shower wall, water was falling over my eyes but I was able to clearly see the pinch in his brow and the telltale shuddering of his lip, which meant I was doing my job right.

  I bobbed my head back and forth, swallowing him as deeply as I could until my nose was pressing into his stomach. I don’t know if it was just how it normally was, or if it was because his shaft was coated in my essence from when he had taken me from behind as soon as we stepped into the shower, but his cock tasted even more amazing than it had the last time I had done this. Whatever the reason, I definitely was going to do this more often, how else was I going to get an answer on the taste?

  You might say I’d gotten a… taste for it.

  He groaned when my laugh travelled up his body, almost choking myself when I forgot he was in my throat. I dragged my tongue across the bottom of his hardness, pulling myself back slowly while keeping my lips sucking tightly around him, the keening wail starting to tear from his throat only making me even wetter than I had been before. Reaching up and squeezing my fingers lightly around the small globes of his balls, I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock before pulling back completely, giggling at the anguished look he gave me in return.

  “Why… why are you stopping?” He asked, shallowly thrusting towards me and nudging himself against my grinning lips.

  “You don’t think that you’re going to be the only one to feel good right?” I said, scraping my nail lightly over his sac before standing up. “No, you’re going to make me feel good too, we cum together ok?”

  He nodded, seemingly out of desperation rather than genuine thought. Though given how swollen his length was and how much he was dripping with want, I suppose that I could forgive him this one time. What I wasn’t expecting was him to turn me around roughly and press me up against the shower wall, my nipples hardening as my breasts were squished against the cold tile. I gasped in shock and arousal in equal measure, about to take him in my hand when he grabbed my arm and pressed it into my back, leaning forward so I couldn’t move.


  “You like to be treated like this, don’t you?” He growled in my ear, rubbing himself through my slick folds. “You like when I’m rough.”

  He said it like a statement, not a question, and while I was tempted to say no just out of principle the way my wetness was dripping down my legs more by the minute gave away how he really made me feel. Damon grinned at my neck, pressing his teeth into my neck right over the scars Vincent had left behind.

  “Trust me,” He said, “Once this is all over, you’ll get more than your fill of rough.”

  He pushed himself into me, my walls straining to accommodate him as he filled my dripping slit with every inch of his delicious hardness. Between him and the wall of the shower, there wasn’t much opportunity to push myself away from him, forcing me to take his entire length deep within myself until my cheeks were pressed against him and his sac was resting against my clit. The feeling was utterly incredible, to be taken like an animal and to be treated just like a piece of meat to get him off… I would be mortified if I didn’t know that I could stop it with just one word and that knowledge just made me enjoy it all the more.

  I yelped in surprise at the sting on one of my cheeks, taking a long second to realize that he had just spanked me, his hand already soothing the hurt with tender strokes before I had even fully realized what had happened. When I properly process everything the only word out of my mouth was, “More!”

  I gasped as his thumb pressed at my other entrance, my heart skipping a beat when I finally realized exactly what he was planning to do. My suspicions were confirmed when he leaned in and whispered, “This is where you wanted him right? For us to take you both at the same time, for us to plunder you like we were kings and you were just a lowly servant?”

  I nodded frantically, his harsh words driving me closer and closer to the edge with each of his thrusts. “Y-yes… I want you both… I want you both so fucking badly…”

  His thumb sank into me up to the first knuckle, a light pinch of pain from my hole widening nothing compared to the waves of pleasure that rolled over me, Damon taking that as a cue to push himself in deeper.

  “After we get him back… maybe we can give you your wish, maybe we can spend the next week exploring every inch of you and making sure that there isn’t one piece that hasn’t been marked by us.” He moved his thumb inside me, stretching me even wider and making me scream in pleasure. “Once we’re done with you that’s all you’ll be able to do Amy, you’re going to be able to do nothing but scream.”

  It was all getting to be too much, both of my entrances being so thoroughly ravaged that I couldn’t do anything except sob in ecstasy, tears of pure joy being washed away by the shower and mingling with the rest of our wetness around our feet. I wanted so desperately to tell him to give me something bigger, just so I could feel it later and prepare for what the two of them were going to do to me, but words had all but left me, a steady chant of more all I could force myself to say.

  Behind me it was becoming obvious that he was nearing his end, his strokes getting deeper and harder as he tried to force himself not to cum, my walls clenching around him as my orgasm finally started to drift into the possibility. The hand that had previously been holding my arm let go, his forearm wrapping around my throat and pulling me back, my eyes going wide when my breathing started to go shallow and I was pulled deeper into him, the deepest parts of my body being assaulted and marked with his amazingly skilled cock.

  “D-damon… please I… I want it…”

  He nodded against my skin, teeth clamping around the skin of my neck with a savage growl as lights exploded in my vision, mouth hanging open and a desperate howl replacing any possible sound I could have made. I tightened around him, almost painfully so to the both of us, his thumb and his hardness kept securely in my body as I tried to milk every drop that I could get from him.

  Even from someone who had incredible will and discipline, there was a limit to how much he could take, and my body tightening around him to such a degree that he was worried he wouldn’t be able to pull free was it. He groaned against my neck, thrusting into me so hard my entire body was pushed against the tiles, to the point I was certain I was going to have bruises the next morning. His cock erupted inside of me, painting my walls and filling me up until I couldn’t take anymore, feeling myself overflowing around him and his hot cum falling down my legs.

  We stayed locked like that for a few minutes, my body giving him no choice but to remain still as my orgasm fluttered on and off, aftershocks bringing me to tears from the slightest movement, a simple flick of his thumb enough to make me a sobbing mess all over again. Finally, I was allowed to come back down to earth, still wincing from the painful pleasure as he pulled out of both of my holes, his arms winding around me and bringing us both down to the floor of the shower.

  “So…” I shuddered, “Your legs aren’t working right now either huh?”

  He laughed, burying his face in my neck and kissing each of the marks that he had left behind on my skin. “You just about drained the life out of me you know that? Are we sure that you’re a witch and not a succubus?”

  I slid myself down his front, laying with my back against his stomach while the water washed away the mess between my legs. “Honestly at this point, I wouldn’t even be surprised, how else could you explain the fact that I have two utterly incredible men interested in me?”

  “From what I hear it might be more than just two, and not just men either,” Damon smirked down at me, I instantly knew what he was talking about. “Yeah, Faye told me about the vampire orgy.”

  “I didn’t take part!” I protested, “But… the thought does cross my mind every now and then…”

  “Well,’ He said, slapping my thigh and giggling at the shudder that I gave in response, “Right now I think we should focus on just getting Vincent back, then we can think about… orgies… what the hell am I even talking about?”

  “I think you’re projecting a little bit onto me.” I grinned, reaching up and poking his cheek. “Huh? Is that what you’re doing?”

  He swatted my hand away, looking away from my eyes. “No, that was just… never mind.”

  “What was that before by the way? You’ve never mentioned other people like that when we’ve had sex…” My eyes widened, a shocked gasp bringing his attention back to me. “Wait, don’t tell me that you… I mean there’s nothing wrong with that at all, it’s just… surprising.”

  “I… what?” Damon looked at me in pure confusion, trying to connect the pieces to realize what I was talking about. When he did he wore an expression much like mine, not revulsion or disgust by any means, I wouldn’t have been with someone who thought like that, he just looked shocked. “No! I’m not fantasizing about your bloodsucking boytoy, don’t get that idea! I prefer women and I prefer for them to be alive thank you very much...”

  “So, what’s the deal then? You were pretty invested in that fantasy just before…”

  “I was just… I’ve never thought about a partner being with someone else before, it just wasn’t something that I would be able to handle without jealousy getting the better of me.” He scratched the back of his neck, a blush appearing on his cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat of the water. “But… since you told me about your dream I’ve gotta admit, the idea of being with the two of you at the same time is… interesting.”

  “Oh?” I reached behind me, running a finger lazily along what had been twitching against my back. “It feels like you find it more than just interesting…”

  “Alright just give me a break, for now, this is all just a lot to process.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to my forehead and smiling. “We’ll have plenty of time to sort through all of this later, right now we’re just sitting in the water here and pruning up.”

  I looked down at my fingers, grimacing when I saw the wrinkled skin on the end of each digit. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Not like we could wait here all day for things to blow over, we need to talk to
Faye about how the cage is coming along.”

  “You really think the cage is going to work?” He asked, stepping out of the shower and handing me a towel. “I know Faye if anyone can make a good cage it’s her, but is it what we need here?”

  “A kitsune is a fox creature, right?” I shrugged. “How else do you catch animals like that?”

  “Fair point, I guess there’s only one way to find out right?” Damon pulled on his pants, remaining bare chested while he looked at himself in the mirror. “Wow, I really lost some weight when I was away didn’t I?”

  “You slimmed down a little, but you’re still just as attractive as ever.” I grinned, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. “But I’m guessing you worked that out already huh?”

  “We’re on a time limit Amy, can’t afford to jump back in the shower.” He turned around, kissing me lightly before handing me my clothes. “Now come on, let’s get this rescue mission underway.”

  I threw my shirt on, tucking my legs into my underwear and following him out. I’d left my pants in my bedroom, somewhere on the floor because I wasn’t the kind of weirdo who slept in my jeans. I’d done that enough times back in college after parties that I shouldn’t have been going to and let me tell you that denim and buttons don’t make for comfortable skin when you wake up. I swear I think the Levi’s logo is etched into my hip bone.

  So, imagine my surprise and mortification when I stepped out of the bathroom with Damon in tow to come face to face with Tabitha and Tariq, who looked about as embarrassed as one possibly could be. Which meant that they had been sitting out in the lounge for quite some time.

  I don’t think I’ve ever been so aware of the breeze on my legs in my entire life.

  “Guys!” I yelped, pulling my shirt lower over my legs. “What… what are you doing here?”