The Virgin Blood Read online Alexa Riley (Virgin Blood #1-4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Virgin Blood Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
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“Not going anywhere.” She smiles at me. No, I know she’d never leave me. Loren never hides how she feels. The love she has for everyone in the family shines everywhere. Ravana is the protective one, Juliet is good at making everyone laugh, and Dove might be smarter than all of us, but my Loren is all heart and innocence, always looking to the brighter side of things and seeing the good in everything. She’s truly the light to my darkness, the comfort I need.

I knew everyone in the coven feels it, too. Everyone is protective of her and seeks her out whenever they have a problem to talk through. Just like we’d fit with our mates, all of our women have fit together, too. Each brings a strength to our makeshift family.

I pick up each of my boys and carry them to bed thinking how close I got to never having them in my life. But my mate has shown me that no matter how cruel the people in the world can be, still the good is always brighter. She’s an example of that. Even having grown up with a man like Gordon, she didn’t let any of that touch who she is.

When I enter the kitchen I smile when I see the giant plate of cookies in front of her. I stroll over and pick her up, putting her on my lap so I can nibble on my own sweet treat while she enjoys her cookies.

My hand slips over her round belly, resting there possessively. She wiggles in my lap, making me groan.

“Be still if you want to finish your cookies,” I warn her. She doesn’t stop wiggling though. I lift her, placing her on the kitchen counter and spreading her legs to make room for me.

“Maybe I wanted you to have a snack, too.” She leans back. My eyes travel down body to her bare legs.

“Show it to me,” I growl. Still even after all this time she blushes. The sight of her pale skin makes my cock ache. She tentatively reaches down and does as I ask, parting her legs even more.

I have control in all things in my life but her. Before she can get her dress all the way up I’m already on her, feasting on her sweetness like a starved animal. I lick and suck, getting every drop that I can. Needing it.

“Bite me,” she moans, her orgasm already overcoming her. This time I do as she commands. I bite down on my mate. She may have been bitten by the king, but it’s her love that sustains me.

THE END!

Mated to the Reaper

Grim

Three weeks was all I could stand with the coven of vampires. Three miserable weeks with the pain in my chest that wouldn’t go away. What’s it like to be surrounded by happiness twenty-four hours a day? Lonely. Seeing love radiate from mated couples only made me feel more alone in the world than when I was actually alone. To see what I’d never have.

Gordon gave me hope that Bishop held the key to my mate. The dream that I hadn’t dared to put into words blinded all my senses. I went to Bishop thinking he would have what was mine, but I should have known better. I know I’d taken away the chance for Bishop to pay back Gordon for all that he’d done, but rage and hate pumped through my veins like DNA and there was nothing anyone could have done to stop me.

I thought that living among the coven of vampires would somehow teach me to soften my heart. Instead it may have had the opposite effect. By the time I left I was as cold as stone through every part of me and resigned to an eternity on this earth alone. There was nothing left for me in that house, and the longer I stayed the harder it was to be around them.

Besides, I have my calling and there’s no stopping it.

When people whisper in the night about their time on earth coming to an end, it’s me they’re afraid to name. I’m not responsible for every soul on this earth. I can only imagine that task would be a little time-consuming. I’m in charge of the undead. The souls of the secret monsters that live among us belong to me, and when their time is up, it calls to me. Bishop’s soul was knocking at my door the day he found his mate. Gordon was getting just as close, which is why I felt even less remorse about taking his life.

It’s not an easy job, but it’s the one I was born to have. My father before me was the Reaper, and when I was old enough he passed it on to me. For as long as there have been vampires my kind have existed. My mother called it a gift, but it’s always felt like a curse. When it’s time for me to collect a soul it’s because a vampire never found their mate. There aren’t many ways for a vampire to die; it’s either by my axe or at the end of their two hundred years. But either way, it’s with me.


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