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  Bite Me

  A Vampire Anthology

  Addison Cain

  Zoe Blake

  Alta Hensley

  Myra Danvers

  Eris Adderly

  Livia Bourne

  Sara Fields

  Anita Gray

  Cassandra Faye

  Contents

  Addison Cain

  Cathedral

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  About Addison Cain

  Also by Addison Cain

  Zoe Blake

  Crimson Seduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  About Zoe Blake

  Also by Zoe Blake

  Alta Hensley

  Master Of Ceremonies

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue

  About Alta Hensley

  Also by Alta Hensley

  Myra Danvers

  Enthralled

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  About Myra Danvers

  Also by Myra Danvers

  Eris Adderly

  V is for Vampire

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  About Eris Adderly

  Also by Eris Adderly

  Livia Bourne

  Blinding Salvation

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  About Livia Bourne

  Also by Livia Bourne

  Sara Fields

  The Devil’s Game

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  About Sara Fields

  Also by Sara Fields

  Anita Gray

  To My End

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  About Anita Gray

  Also by Anita Gray

  Cassandra Faye

  Sweet Ruin

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  About Cassandra Faye

  Also by Cassandra Faye

  ©2019

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  No part of the book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Cover art by ErisAdderly.com

  *This book is intended for adults only and contains scenes featuring total power exchange which may make some readers uncomfortable.

  Cathedral

  A Cradle of Darkness Novella

  Addison Cain

  Chapter 1

  I have a taste for fine red wine.

  Elusive, decadent. It pours down one’s throat with all the richness of desire. It can even be thick on the tongue. But it’s nothing to the drenched, pervasive cream that smeared over my lips.

  Blue-blooded and smug as smog, Ethan knew this as he stood beside my bed, stroking his cock while I hummed appreciation at my surprise.

  He wanted me to taste him… dripping from another.

  And that’s how I found myself awoken from slumber. The smoothly waxed lower lips of a pretty female, caressing my smile.

  The slip and glide as she performed exactly as Ethan must have instructed, teased me to take a lick. Labia puffy from a recent fucking, the tang of female lubrication churned creamy by male ejaculate.

  She smelled like life that I was only too happy to let pour down my throat.

  Opening my mouth, I dragged the flat of my tongue through the mess. Hooking it so I might catch his cum all in a glob for Ethan’s unwavering stare to absorb as he rubbed new life into his recently spent cock.

  Salty, an exclusively human bleach-like tang. I knew his taste well.

  One might consider me a sexual deviant, the way I rolled his flavor around on my tongue. How I swallowed before grabbing the globes of the offered treat’s ass to move her where I would.

  Though she enjoyed my exuberance, this act was not about her pleasure. It was about mine. Twisting my tongue through her folds as her legs shook from the pleasure, seeking flavor and lingering juices, I devoured.

  As if I never need come up for air.

  I didn’t.

  I could hold my breath for hours. Days even.

  Which gave me all the time in the world to dig my tongue into her cunt and scoop out the remainder of my prize. Her toned ass, clenched in my hands, bore the sharper edges of my nails, as I took so much more than I gave.

  Even so, even though the sensation was too much, rubbing her clit on my nose, she came.

  The noises, the squeaks and squawks, the honesty of them, excited me.

  So I spread my thighs so Ethan might see.

  Thinking he was king of the world, Ethan climbed between them, his heartbeat fast and loud. “God, Jade, you two are fucking hot together!”

  It must have been near noon, for I could feel the sun cut through the floor to ceiling windows my penthouse afforded, overlooking the city’s most exclusive view. The weight of that direct light danced on my pale skin, the unseen pain I was an expert at concealing bleeding together with the impatient stab of a cockhead through my slit.

  I sleeved him, wrapped around his turgid length, and bore down in a way the delicious snack riding my face never could. He fought me to remain seated, jerking his meat through the clamp of a satin-coated cunt.

  Knees braced to black silk, a bruising grip on my parted thigh, I didn’t need to see him to know the vision before me. Sweat dampening his blond hair, leaving it to hang in his eyes as his lips parted in a blissed-out groan, Ethan strained. He strained to fuck a hole so tight I’d forced him out before his balls might slap my ass.

  “God damn…” Equal parts frustration and awe, he bullied his way back inside. Half-seated, he landed a slap on my clit as if to punish the teasing cunt he did so love to conquer. The sting did its work. My muscles jumped just enough that he gained an inch.

  The throaty noise of victory made me smile against the woman too sensitive and no longer interested in my mouth. Not that she would ever say so alo
ud. Whoever might have the fun of playing third to our duet knew that they had a body and it was here for our use.

  Complain, and be easily replaced by the next pretty blonde who caught Ethan’s eye.

  So she tolerated my nips and licks, how I gasped against her when my lover’s thumbs pulled the pretty hood of skin away from my clitoris. Threatening me with excessive pleasure, Ethan hissed, “Let me in, Jade.”

  I softened just enough for him to sink another inch, rippling around his girth in an ancient tease.

  The pad of his pointer finger rubbed my exposed clit with the perfect pleasure to trick my body into surrender. Just like that, straining and bucking manic hips between creamy thighs, I was fucked for breakfast.

  When I’d tossed the girl away, forgetting she panted at my side while I made manic love to Ethan, I couldn’t say. One moment we played with her, the next we did not.

  Because it was never about whoever else we brought into our bed. They were a garnish, unmemorable.

  That wasn’t because we were cruel. Ethan for all his failings, was a nice guy. I, despite my heritage, never hurt them.

  “I love you, Jade.” Delivered with perfect timing, Ethan believing his proclamation was true, got what he wanted.

  Head thrown back, his cock expanding with imminent release, my lover enjoyed his second orgasm of the day. One my own release drove past the pale as my internal muscles twisted tight, released, cramped, and fought to expel.

  “Oh my god! Oh my god!” Face the very image of ruin, Ethan threw back his head. The following animal whine, the way he swayed as if on the brink of a faint, it led me to be merciful.

  Again I opened, the seed I’d choked off from bursting down its tube was allowed to splash against my womb.

  Falling to his hands, forehead to mine, he panted through the following waves of euphoria, while I cooed in his ear and ran a comforting caress down his spine.

  “I fucking love you, Jade.”

  Melting into the mattress, my mind wandered through euphoria and pain. The sun had climbed higher, soon I’d be forced to move. But for now, the hidden cameras needed to see.

  I had done my duty for the day.

  Though it was permitted, there was no expectation that I cum. My orders were only to be seeded.

  Daily.

  Which made it doubly lovely that I had gotten this reproductive requirement out of the way so early in my schedule. Perhaps I’d even partake again later instead of leaving Ethan to play with his latest toy, should the mood strike him to get his dick wet.

  Warm weight of toned male flesh sliding off my body, Ethan stood with a sheepish smile. After taking my fingers to kiss with adoration, he sauntered off to the bathroom to shower.

  Eventually his father would require him to show up at corporate HQ and make an official appearance. Dashing smile, suit immaculate, and model beautiful, he’d be expected to do nothing more than saunter in and fuck around at his computer for an hour or two. I imagine he spent it playing candy crush or dallying with the prettier girls in the building.

  Entitlement at its polished finest. That was my darling Ethan Rothschild.

  “I’m going to join him.” Despite the aneurism inducing orgasm I’d given her, it seemed the girl at my side had collected herself. Standing on shapely tan legs, she meandered towards the ensuite’s steaming shower and the man whistling inside it.

  Arms stretched overhead, I enjoyed the zippering pops of my spine. “You do that.”

  Throwing me a smile over her shoulder, she blew me a kiss.

  What was her name? Polly?

  Vaguely remembering some Polly wants a cracker reference, I couldn’t recall if this blonde was Polly or if the last blonde had been Polly. Jenny?

  Sam?

  No, not Sam. Sam had been the curly-haired Venus from last winter.

  They all ran together. They all giggled the same, pouted the same, and sported the large gravity defying breasts Ethan had an eye for.

  God bless the surgeons who gave those pretty, carefree girls such perfect tits...

  For God sure as fuck never blessed me.

  And I’m not talking about breasts. My breasts were lovely.

  I was stunning, in fact. Dark hair, porcelain skin, designed to draw adoration and attention.

  Wealth? I had more money than any man could spend in a lifetime.

  But I was not favored by God, and never would be.

  After all, I was the child of Lucifer.

  Chapter 2

  Perfume.

  The scent of good taste and deep pockets. Specially blended to my precise specifications.

  Over the multitude of years, only one distinctive blend has graced my throat. The ritual of application, the slip of cut crystal chilling a scented trail down my skin—I found it comforting, even if I have never enjoyed the smell.

  With the inevitable passage of time, everything changes. Trends, styles, freedoms… but this concoction, the way it alters the air around me, what it signifies, is as ageless as I am.

  In the modern, more sophisticated era, several of the ingredients sloshing within the crystal vial gracing my vanity are extremely illegal. Some so rare, their acquisition cost a greater sum than the annual rent on our metropolis’ finest penthouses. Humans of a certain cut, whether it was ingrained in them from high birth, or because they conquered the upper echelon and elbowed their way in, need only take a sniff to know precisely what the cloud of scent signifies.

  Affluence. Reverence.

  Souls feel me linger in the air long after I’ve left a room.

  Their brains tickle and twitch over a ghost of memory they can’t pin down.

  As if they’ve known me all their lives.

  They have. They just can’t remember.

  “Uncle Randal wants to know if your father will be joining us at his birthday soirée tonight.” Attention locked on his phone, Ethan scrolled through his messages, as if what he asked was nothing.

  I stopped humming.

  No breath entered my lungs; my heart shuddered to a stop. Still as a corpse, no longer musing over frivolous perfume, my eyes rose in the mirror, waiting for Ethan to glance away from his phone.

  I cannot imagine what he saw on my face, but I knew it was not the shattered glass panic scratching at my veins.

  To him, that flippant remark and the assumption behind it was… innocent.

  To me, it felt as if the room was a dead thing rising from the grave.

  Speak of the devil and he will appear.

  Though Ethan was about as deep as a puddle, even he took note of my brief lapse from flawless composure. “Darling, it’s just that—”

  Hasty words fell from my lips before he might make this worse. “Has Papa reached out to the senator?”

  Blond brows lifting with ingrained snobbery, Ethan pressed. “Senator Rothschild would really like him to come.”

  No. He wouldn’t. My father likes to play with his food.

  Stupid, selfish, silly, happy Ethan whose antics offered me the sensation of normal… by the time my father was done with him, he wouldn’t even know my name.

  He wouldn’t remember dancing with me in the moonlight, or laughing as we jumped on the bed like children. There would be no naughty smirks when his prick engorged at thoughts of what I’d willingly do to him.

  I’d be nothing but a whiff of familiar perfume when I strolled by, gracing the arm of another prominent man.

  Hand shaking, so subtle a betrayal of my feelings that no human eye would catch it, I set the crystal stopper back in the bottle.

  And I felt… bereft.

  Because I’d grown too attached, and I had known better.

  Someday, this game of playing house would all end.

  Blue eyes falling to my inlaid Louis the XV vanity, I hated that perfume bottle of revolting honesty glinting in the scorching sun.

  How sad to be reduced to something so fleeting—crafted, expensive stink.

  Knowing full well that Ethan could never gras
p the fate he tempted, I let spite make pretty words ugly. “Next time I see Papa, I’ll mention how much the senator is looking forward to the attention of his favorite benefactor.”

  Waving off my fake smile as if it were real and inconsequential, Ethan rolled his eyes. “When you put it like that, it sounds tasteless, Jade.”

  Because it was. The Rothschilds were extravagantly affluent in their own right, but it was nothing to the wealth the father of darkness wielded. And, after all, it was an election year… and campaigns were expensive.

  Lifting up a tube of Chanel Shanghai Red lipstick, I ended the topic. “He’s not coming tonight.” Perhaps it was true, perhaps not. One thing I knew was to never anticipate the moves of the devil. “But I promise I will mention it to Daddy tomorrow.”