Claiming the Slayer's Son: Complete Series 3-Pack Bundle (Gay Vampire BDSM Paranormal Erotic Romance)

Daniel, a vampire slayer in-training has found himself captured by the Vampire Duke Vallos. It's obvious the blood-sucker wants revenge against the Belmound line, not just by changing this slayer into a vampire, but by getting him to drink willingly from the Duke's own veins! Daniel was ready for torture and mind-games, not kindness, concern, and for the Vampire's touch to effect him so much. Will he be able to resist his increasing attraction to the Duke, and to drinking human blood? Is Vallos the evil scum he thought he was, or is it all an elaborate hoax?

Warning!: This ADULTS ONLY erotic tale features Oral Play, Hand Jobs, Drinking Blood, Vampire Sex, Blindfolding, Spanking, Light BDSM, Reluctance, and Anal Sex. 7545 Words.

Daniel loves his life and sex with his Vampiric Sire, Vallos, but as former vampire slayer still is very reluctant to drink from the blood of the living. Armed with black vinyl and a riding crop, will Vallos's “special training” be enough to bring his wayward fledgling back from weakness and self-imposed hunger? Will it be enough for Daniel to pass his final test into becoming a true vampire, or were him and his sire never meant to be together?

WARNING: This Adults Only erotic tale contains vampiric blood drinking, BDSM and light humiliation, a blood filled enema (vampiric feeding, not colon cleansing), analingus, spanking, riding crop play, frottage play, and anal sex. 10,100 words.

The Final Chapter in the "Claiming the Slayer's Son" series!
Daniel, a former slayer turned vampire, has just had his first kill. As the blood of his sire heals his starved body, memories of his life as a mortal return! Can Vallos's "Special Training" regimen help Daniel once again, or has the rift between them become too wide? *9529 words*



Excerpt:
I drift in and out of sleep when my sire comes to me. The weight of his hips shifting the mattress makes me curl tighter into a ball in anticipation of his touch.
“Shhh,” Vallos soothes in a sensual tone.
I bite the inside of my cheek. His cool fingers brush my forehead, my shoulder, and moves down to my waist where he lifts up my sleeping shirt to caress my belly. I know as a vampire I don't really have a digestive system any longer, so it must be my imagination that I feel so full and warm from my first kill's blood. I couldn't move even if I wanted to.
That kill was from a man named Hammond, or at least, I think that was his name. It seems so foggy right now. He was a paranormal investigator with a terminal illness my master found for me. Hammond was only too happy to die this way, knowing what he chased his whole life was real. That fact, and finally understanding that to feed was the only way I could remain with my Vallos, my beloved sire, were the only things that could force me to a last draw my fangs and kill an innocent human. That, and an extensive S&M session by my sire to cleanse me of my guilt.
“You are becoming ever more beautiful, my fledgling,” he whispers. “You're strong and healthy. The blood has given you new life.”
It wasn't easy for me to become a killer. At least, of humans. In my previous life, I was a Vampire slayer, and Vallos was one of the greatest enemies of my clan, the Belmounds. Vallos says that we were in love, and that I agreed to be changed, but I don't remember any of this. All I remember were the days that I hated him, and he was forced to lock me away for my own safety. In a delirium I know not the cause of, I believed I was still human and forgot everything of our love. Only recently have I come out of it, and after fifty years of madness, he and I are together again, and he can finally teach me what it truly means to be Vampire. I still have a lot of questions about my past, and a lot of hesitations about what I have become, but one thing I know is that I trust and love my sire.
“Your appetite should be just as strong,” he murmurs sweetly, and lets his hand drift to my loins. Finding a hardening bulge there, a smile flashes across his features.
He chuckles when I whimper as his hand travels north.
“How about here?” He asks, lifting up my upper lip with a graceful thumb.
He's checking if my fangs have dropped down. They are slow to respond, and still used to staying in their sockets from when I thought I was human. He rubs the flat of one in slow circles until at last, they lower for him.
“Very good,” he says, pleased. “Daniel, I want you to feed from me. Now that you are healthy, my sire's blood will be effective.”
Vampires have to feed from humans to stay alive, but they can feed from each other to share power, immunity to the sun, and myriad of emotions. I'm eager to try, but I feel so full, and still so sleepy...
“You need your rest as well,” he says, finishing my thought, “but this will help you heal further.”
I curl closer to him. It's the closest display of compliance I can manage.