The Dame with the Fangs (Vampire Gangsters #1)
Your name is Jacob Abbey, and today is not your day. Your gang's lost a warehouse full of bootleg bourbon and a most unwelcome face has come to visit- Victoria Swan, hellcat queen of your biggest rivals. You love her, and you hate her, and unfortunately for you, she thinks you're just delicious. Warning: this 4300 word erotic short story contains vampires, explicit rough sex, blood, and violence. More
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When you come up for air the both of you are bloody and disheveled, standing there in that filthy alley like a pair of stray cats in heat. Victoria grins at you; she’s got your blood between her teeth and she’s gorgeous that way. You want to hit her. You want to kiss her again.
So you do.
Your knee slips between her legs, knocking them apart, and she grinds against your thigh like a whore. Her skin has always been cold to the touch, like she’s made of porcelain, but you can feel your own heat seeping into her until she’s almost human. Victoria laps at the blood smeared on your face like it’s a delicacy, long pink tongue rasping over your lips and chin.
You slam her back against the wall. “Crazy dame,” you mutter, but you’re just as fucking crazy, because you’re not pulling away. The hungry sounds she makes set off a fire in your belly, a need that can’t be quenched. Your hands are fisted in that black dress. You’re pretty sure you’re tearing it, and you give a vindictive little extra tug to make sure. The low sound of ripping fabric makes you smile.
None of this is good for you. You’re aware of that, and you’re pretty sure that she’ll be the death of you, but you’ve got a knack for making stupid decisions. Especially when it comes to her.