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I peeked out from under the blanket to see my mate’s face grow dark. Aramis growled quietly. “Tell Father I’ll come as soon as possible. Bring my car around.”

Antonio left and I threw a pillow at Aramis. He looked at me with that annoying, spine-melting grin of his and asked, “What was that for?”

“I was naked! And you’re naked! Don’t you care that he saw us and knows what we were doing?”

“Hate to break the news to you, but everyone in the building knows what we were doing.”

“Oh my God,” I groaned.

Aramis ripped the bedclothes off me and sighed. “I can’t believe I have you. I love you so much, Eliot.”

“There you go again. How can I be pissed off at you if you’re so damn sexy and romantic like that?”

“Remind me that the next time I piss you off. Come on. Time to get up.”

“Ass,” I laughed. I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

I heard a whistle behind me. “Oh fuck, what a view! Maybe a quickie in the shower?”

“Don’t we have to go to your dad’s?”

“Yeah. You’re right. But when all this is done, I am going to fuck you eighty-five ways to Friday and back again.” He kissed my index finger, then sucked it into his mouth.

How could I reply to that? I pulled out of his grip and shut the bathroom door. A cold shower did nothing to ease my erection, and then I realized that the water didn’t feel cold to me at all. Damned vampire shit. This ramped-up libido of mine could prove disastrous. I dried off and once again marveled at my new, sculpted physique. The muscles were firm and smooth under my fingers and I shook my head in disbelief. The door opened and Aramis caught me checking myself out in the mirror.

“Hey, gorgeous. Only I get to finger the merchandise.” He stood behind me and slid a finger down the crack in my ass.

My dick was still hard, and I scowled at him. “Don’t! I’m horny enough as it is.”

Aramis’ eyes blazed and he spoke into my head. “Spread your legs.”

I immediately complied and was rewarded when two fingers slid into me. He spread me quickly and wrapped his other hand around my cock. I was incapable of speech as he had his way with me. When his fingers curled and touched my prostate, he sank his fangs into my neck.

“Aramis!” I cried, coming all over the sink and mirror.

He licked my neck and chuckled. Without breaking eye contact with me, he used a finger to wipe the jizz off the mirror. I gasped when he sucked the finger into his mouth. “You’re quite the comer now, aren’t you?”

“Wuh—” was all I could utter.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. I had my sisters go shopping for you, since your clothes were ruined.”

“Ruined how? What sisters?”

“First question: stained with blood. Second question: my three older female siblings. They can’t wait to meet you. I also have four older brothers, who can’t wait to tease us mercilessly.”

“Seven siblings?”

“Yes. I’m the baby. My mother is ecstatic about my mating and can’t wait to fawn over you like a puppy, so be prepared.”

“And your dad? I met him, right? Isn’t he pissed about me?”

Aramis wrapped his arms around me. “Baby, he’ll love you. As forbidding as he may seem to others, he’s a dedicated father who gives us everything we could ever want and more.”

“But, we’re… gay,” I whispered.

“Yes, and he’s okay with that. He just wants me to be happy. But he won’t be too thrilled if we don’t get over there soon, so go get dressed. Love you.”

As he talked about his father, something in the back of my mind was bothering me, but I couldn’t remember what it was. I shrugged it off and looked at the pile of designer clothes on the dresser. I shook my head and pulled on the outift. I’d always considered myself well-dressed, but now I was really stylish.

Aramis came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. “Damn, babe. I’ll have to have my sisters dress you all the time. Ready to go?”

“Now or never.”

As we left the clinic, I felt everyone’s eyes on me. Aramis whispered, “They’re just curious. Not many newborn vampires around.”

Parked outside was a gleaming, red Jaguar coupe. My mouth dropped open. “Holy shit! An XKR?”

“Yup. She’s my baby. Well… she was. Now you are.”

A man in a black suit climbed out of the driver’s door and nodded. “Evening, sir,” he said to Aramis. He then walked around and held my door open. I climbed in and sank into the sumptuous leather seat, giddy with the experience of sitting in a Jag, let alone having a boyfriend who owned one.

“Thanks, Paul,” Aramis said. My door shut and the car roared to life. He looked at me and seductively licked his fangs. “You feel that purr between your legs?”

I glared at him. “Can I please not show up to your parents’ house with a hard-on?”

“Sorry,” he said, but I knew he wasn’t. He turned a knob between the seats to put it in gear and stomped his foot on the gas. The car shot forward and I was thrown back into the seat like an astronaut after launch.

“Holy fuck!” I yelped as my mate turned out onto the street without slowing to see if anyone was coming. I heard a few horns honking, but we were going so fast that they barely registered. I looked at the speedometer and said, “Isn’t it a touch illegal to be going down Boylston at seventy-five miles an hour?”


I saw that we were headed west from Brookline, and said timidly, “Um… I thought your parents lived north of the city.”

“They do.” We suddenly cut across two lanes of traffic to get into the left lane. As we approached the intersection, the light turned yellow. A car stopped ahead of us, but my insane boyfriend didn’t slow. At the last minute, Aramis cut right, went around the stopped car, made an illegal U-turn, and then sped east toward the city.

“What the fuck, Air? You could have killed us!” The absurdity of the exclamation hit me just seconds after I’d said it. Aramis laughed loudly and I glared. “Asshole. You know what I meant. Will you please slow down?”

“Anything for you,” he replied, slowing to fifty miles an hour. “I think this is the slowest I’ve ever driven in this car.”

“A hundred-thousand-dollar fucking car,” I mumbled.

“No room for fucking in here, I’m afraid. Why don’t you get some sleep? I promise, no more speeding until the highway.” He turned on the radio to a quiet techno track.

“Just don’t blame me if I throw up.” The hum of the engine and the trance-like song lulled me to sleep.


I woke when the car slowed. A high stone wall was pierced by an elaborate iron gate, which opened just before we turned in. The estate was big—enormous; it dwarfed any other home I’d ever been too. Manicured lawns were embellished with elaborate fountains and topiaries. Two girls on horseback headed in our direction. Aramis stopped and put his window down.

“Hey, guys!” one of the girls called out. They dismounted and leaned in the car window. Both were stunningly beautiful, with deep brown hair and olive skin. Although they shared facial features with Aramis, their coloring was exactly opposite of my mate.

“Careful of the paint,” Aramis scolded, pushing his sister’s arm off the car.

She rolled her eyes and thrust her hand into the car. Her elbow smacked Aramis in the face and she chuckled, “I’m Lucia.”

I shook her hand and replied, “Eliot. Nice to meet you.”

The other girl said, “I’m Blanca, and Mom’s waiting for you, along with the entire family and staff. Be prepared to be smothered.”

“Oh, God,” I whispered. “Can’t I just sneak in the back door?”

Blanca laughed sweetly. “She’d just come and find you.”

Aramis patted my knee. “Come on, baby. You’ll be fine. Trust me, I don’t plan on spending much time with them. I want to go to my room, make you kneel before me and—”

“Don’t you dare!” I barked. “I refuse to do this with a huge bulge in my pants.”

He looked contrite. “I’ll behave, promise. Here we go.”

The house loomed up before us: a three-story Tudor-style behemoth, designed to impress. And I was certainly impressed. I climbed out of the car and stared in awe at the line of people waiting to greet me.

Aristes stepped forward. “Welcome, Eliot. May I present my wife, Aurelia.”

The tall, stunning woman had Aramis’ pale skin and blond hair, but her gold locks tumbled down her back in loose waves. The clothes were definitely designer, but modest and tasteful.

I put my hand out to shake hers, but she pulled me into a hug. “Oh, my dear Eliot! You’ve made my baby so happy. We all hope that you think of this as your home now.”

She giggled and squeezed me tighter. Unfortunately, my face was level with her generous bust, and I was trapped. Her spicy perfume went up my nose and made me cough.

“God, mom, let him go,” Aramis said with a groan.

Aurelia released my body, but held my face in her hands. “But, Air. He’s just so cute!”

My cheeks were squashed together and my mouth resembled that of a goldfish. She cooed at me like I was an infant, so I turned my eyes to Aristes. He saw my helpless gaze and put a hand on his wife’s arm.

“That’s quite enough, darling. He is our son’s mate, not a Spaniel.”

Aramis’ mother bit her lip and looked sheepish. “Right. Sorry. Well, let’s meet the rest of the family, shall we? From oldest to youngest, we have Marco—”

“Polo!” someone shouted.

All of the siblings, except Marco, chuckled and giggled. I had to admit it was pretty funny. Aristes marched down to the man who’d made the joke and swatted him on the back of the head. Mrs. Ambrogi sighed. “Well, we have Marco… ” She paused, as if daring anyone to say anything. When no one spoke, she continued, “Raniero, Giovanni, Beatricia, Epifanio, Lucia, and Blanca.”

They stared at me expectantly while I tried to digest all seven names. Aramis took my hand and said, “Just call them Mark, Nero, Gio, Bea, Epp, Chia and… well Blanca is just Blanca.”

“Hey!” Blanca protested. She huffed and crossed her arms.

“O, mia bella,” Mrs. Ambrogi cooed. She put an arm around the pouting girl and whispered reassurances. “Of course you are much more than that, my angel.”

Aramis definitely wasn’t kidding when he said their parents spoiled them. I was about to be introduced to the staff when a car came up the driveway. A tall, red-haired, absolutely furious vampire threw open the back door and growled.

“Ambrogi!” he cried. “I demand you release my son!”

Aristes didn’t flinch. “I will not. Blake is to be transferred into council custody as soon as it can be arranged.”

Mr. Becker shook with rage. He set his red eyes on Aramis and bared his fangs. “You,” he sneered. “You’re the one who brought all of this about by fucking that human mongrel.”

Aramis roared, but I put my hand out to stop him. “No, Aramis.”

A sickening sneer spread over Becker’s face. “Have they told you about your father, Eliot?”

“My father?” I breathed.

“Yes, your father. Drugged. Tied to a bed. You see, he’s gone insane.”

“What?” I gasped and fell back against Aramis. My heart seized. The blood in my body ran cold. That’s what had been bothering me this whole time: my dad. I had forgotten all about him. I’d hurt him? He was crazy? What had I done?

My tormentor didn’t relent. “Wouldn’t you go insane if your son became a vampire and tried to kill you?”

Mr. Ambrogi howled in anger and leapt over my head. He landed in front of Becker and bared his fangs. “Get off my land and don’t come back. The treaty is null from this day forward. If you or your clan enter my property or approach my family anywhere or at any time, I will kill you.”


Mr. Becker glared at Aramis’ dad, and then stormed back to his car. He turned and pointed a finger at me. “You had better watch your newborn, Ambrogi. I’d hate to see anything happen to one so young. And give my regards to Dr. Berenz.”

Mr. Ambrogi growled loudly as the other clan chief got in the car and drove away. I fell to my knees and held my head in my hands. “Oh my God!” I cried. “My dad. I forgot about my dad. What have I done?”

Aramis pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me. “It’s not true, babe. He’s not insane. You can’t believe a word of what any of the Beckers say. Please believe me.”

I held onto my mate, trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened. “So, I didn’t attack him?”

“You tried to protect me by running towards him, but you didn’t hurt him.”

“So he knows I’m a… vampire?”

“He does,” Mr. Ambrogi said. “I have Aluisi driving him here as we speak. I thought he would be more comfortable talking to you here. I promise you, little one, no harm has come to him and no harm will ever come to him. He is under my protection now.”

“So you’re like the Godfather?” I asked.

Aramis’ dad smiled. “You could say that, yes. Now come inside and meet the rest of the family.”

I looked skeptical. “There are more of you?”

Mr. Ambrogi beamed. “Only my eldest daughter’s first child. My first grandson.”

Right on cue, a baby began wailing. Lucia groaned. “He’s up again?”

Beatricia rolled her eyes. “He’s six months old, Chia. What do you expect? I’ll go get him.”

The interior of the Ambrogi house was just as opulent as the exterior. High ceilings, sumptuous furnishings and artwork covering every wall made it appear I had stepped into a museum. Aramis pulled me down onto a plump sofa and I sat stiffly, afraid to touch anything. I needn’t have worried, though. Blanca and Lucia raced up the stairs and slammed a bedroom door. Marco flopped down onto a couch and put his feet up on the arm.

“Animals,” Mrs. Ambrogi said with a chuckle. “I have raised animals.”

“Pretty much,” Epp said. He produced a tennis ball from his pocket and began bouncing it against an antique cupboard.

“Epifanio!” his mother scolded. “If you break my china…”

He rolled his eyes. “If I break it, you have thousands of other pieces.”

“Do not speak so to your mother,” Mr. Ambrogi said. He snatched the ball in mid-air and squeezed it. The ball split with a pathetic crunch and he tossed it back to his son.

Epp scowled. “I love it. The girls can run around here doing whatever they want.”

“You’re older,” Marco said.

“Yeah, by two minutes!” he snapped.

“Minutes?” I asked.

“Yes,” Mrs. Ambrogi cooed. She mussed Epp’s hair with a manicured hand. “He, Lucia and Blanca. “My three little miracle babies.”

“Hey! Cut it out,” he whined, but then he smiled and kissed his mother’s cheek. “I think I’ll head back to school now, mami.”

“All right,” she said, “but if you get caught speeding again, you will lose your car.”

“I wasn’t going that fast.”

Mr. Ambrogi put his hands on his hips. “One hundred and ten miles an hour, in my book, is ‘fast’. And if I hear of you seducing a police officer again to get out of being arrested, you will lose more than your car.”

The young vamp grinned. “It wasn’t just to get out of a ticket. I was trying to get in his pants.” Aramis snorted and his parents cried in outrage. Epp added, “He was straight, though. Too bad. His ass was—”

Mr. Ambrogi barked, “Will you have a little tact? Go before I take your car anyway.”

I wanted to ask Epp if he was gay, but didn’t dare. Seeming to read my mind, he held out his hand to me and I shook it. With a wink, he said, “Yes, I’m gay. Welcome to the asylum. You sure you want in?”

“Definitely,” I said, earning a kiss from Aramis. As Epp left, Bea came into the room holding what had to be the cutest baby ever. He had a mop of dark, unruly hair, and cheeks so fat they nearly hid his blue eyes. He babbled and blew a raspberry, and then shoved a fist into his mouth.

“This is little Aristes,” Aramis’ father said proudly. He took the baby, heedless of the drool dripping onto his designer shirt. Bea handed him a bottle and he sat to feed the infant.

Epp kissed his nephew’s head. “See you next weekend, peeps.”

After Epp had left, and the baby was happily feeding, Mr. and Mrs. Ambrogi turned their attention to me. “Now Eliot,” she said softly. “I meant what I said about this being your home. Whenever you need us, we’ll be there for you.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Ambrogi.”

She waved me off. “Please, call me Aurelia, and my husband is Aristes.”

It took me a second to pronounce the name Ow-ray-lia, but I finally managed. Aramis kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me. I noticed that he hadn’t said much, so I craned my neck up to look at him. “You okay?” I asked.

“More than okay to have you here with me,” he said.

He shifted slightly in his seat, so I turned to face him. His eyes flashed white and I gasped. “Tell me what’s wrong, Aramis.”

“My son is thirsty,” Aurelia said. “He’s trying to be polite about it.”

“You need blood?” I asked nervously.

Aramis exhaled slowly. “Yes.”

His parents looked uncomfortable. Aristes said, “We have some synthetic, if you don’t want to…”

The thought of feeding had me instantly hard. “No, I’ll do it,” I said eagerly.

Aurelia laughed. “We’ll give you the pool house for now, darling. A little more privacy for new mates.”

It was hideously embarrassing that Aramis’ parents knew what we were going to do, but when Aramis looked down at me and licked his lips, I didn’t care who knew it. I wanted my mate to fuck me into oblivion.


​Aramis took my hand and led me through the French doors on the far side of the sitting room. The snow crunched under my boots, but I wasn’t cold. Evidently, air temperature wasn’t going to affect me as much now that I was a vampire.

Good. I fucking hate the cold.

As we walked to the pool house, I leaned against my mate’s shoulder. He asked me, “Are you happy?”

“Yes,” I replied quietly.


I sighed. “I don’t know. This is all so weird. My life has changed in so many ways and… I mean, I barely know you, and now I’m bound to you forever—literally, forever.”

Aramis came to an abrupt halt and I fell back against him. His eyes were wild with fear. “Are you saying you don’t want to be bound to me?”

“No! I mean, I definitely want you. Please, Aramis, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that we know so little about one another.”

“I know your favorite band is Scissor Sisters,” he said with a mischievous grin.

“How on earth would you know that?”

His expression turned guilty. “I may have visited your house a few times and watched you sleep.”

“How many is a few?”

“Um… six. No, seven. Not inside, though. I tried, but your window wouldn’t open.”

I shook my head. “Yeah, they’re locked to prevent people from breaking in. Why didn’t you knock on the window?”

“Babe, what would you have done if I’d knocked on your third story window?”

“True. I’d probably have freaked out.” I wanted to be angry with him, but the thought of him caring about me enough to watch over me made me feel cherished, wanted. “You know, it’s actually kind hot that you watched me in my bedroom.”

Aramis smiled. “It is?”

“Hell yeah. I mean, you could have seen me jack— Wait a minute!” One look at my nervous mate told me everything. I growled. “You did see me jacking off, didn’t you?”

Before I could smack him, he threw me over his shoulder and raced to the pool house. He practically kicked the door open and tossed me onto the bed. Standing over me like a predator, he let his fangs descend. “Yes, I saw you. You don’t know how hard I was, watching you get naked and crawl into bed. That tight little ass of yours and… oh Christ, your cock.”

“Oh my God,” I mumbled. “I want to see you.”

Aramis’ smile was sinful. He quickly shucked his jacket, jeans and shirt, and then teased me by slowly pushing his boxer briefs down. “It was bad enough when you wrapped your fingers around your dick and stroked yourself, but when you got out your lube…”

Remembering what I did, embarrassment stained my cheeks. “Oh shit, you saw me…”

He nodded and crawled onto the bed. With shaking fingers, he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off. My briefs barely contained my dick, so Aramis pulled those off too. “You got on your hands and knees and began fucking yourself with your fingers.”

“Holy fuck,” I groaned. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor.

“You whispered, ‘Oh Aramis, fuck me. Please, fuck me!’ Holy shit, I came in my pants when you said that.”

“Really?” I asked.

“I went off like a rocket. Then you flipped on your back and stroked yourself so hard and shot come all over the place. Thank God the window was locked, ’cause I would have probably broken in to lick all of the come off your chest. But that wasn’t even the best part. You know what I saw next?”

I did know, and I was mortified. My voice was a high-pitched croak. “Oh shit.”

He licked his lips and said, “Tell me what I saw next, Eliot.”

“No!” I whined. I wasn’t about to say it out loud.

Aramis took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it gently. “Tell me.”

“I can’t!”

“Tell me.”

I shook my head, but my resolve was slipping. He sucked the nub into his mouth and I cried out. “Ah! I cleaned the come off my chest with my fingers. Yes, Aramis! Oh fuck yes.”

Still sucking my nipple, Aramis reached down to finger my hole. Very slowly he slid a finger in, stretching me. “And then what did you do?”

A second finger was added and he tapped my prostate. The pleasure was too much. My body went rigid and I suddenly didn’t care about being embarrassed. I wound my fingers into his hair and groaned. “I… I licked my fingers and ate my come.”

“So fucking hot,” Aramis whispered. “You want me to fuck you, baby?”

I scurried up onto my hands and knees. “Yes. Now. Hard.”

“You asked for it.” He slammed into me and we both cried out. I looked into his eyes and saw the hunger there, so I turned my head to the side and offered my throat. Aramis growled quietly before sinking his fangs into me.


In a concrete cell attached to the Ambrogi’s wine cellar, Blake Becker paced restlessly. He stood accused of breaking one of the Coven’s most strict rules: never reveal the existence of vampires to humans. It was an offense punishable by death, and he was terrified.

He never thought sending the human to the club would be that big a deal. All he wanted to do was to scare Eliot away, to get rid of him. If only he could do that, Blake could finally have Aramis for himself.