Chapter One (book 1)

BOOK 1 :THE HUNTER'S SURRENDER 

Chapter 1

Vesper's POV 

I drained the bag of blood in three quick gulps while fixing my necessary accessories in place. 

I wiped my mouth with the back of my black leather gloved hand before returning my Moonshrad dagger, wooden stakes, silver bullets and wolfsbane poisoned ring to their hidden sheaths. 

They were all designed to look aesthetically pleasing to humans, but very few knew who I was. Supernaturals included.

I'm Vesper Thorne, one of the last ancient vampires on earth, living for so long you lose count makes you take on different adventures to ease boredom, and this gig I took last night was exactly that kind of adventure.

A newly turned vampire went rogue after being turned against his will in a lust driven haze. He killed his sire immediately and didn't go through the normal onboarding process with the Council. Now he's being hunted, and I decided to take the job. After all, it's been a while since I visited New York City.

I materialized outside his building in Harlem a few seconds later, Perks of being ancient. I adjusted the black leather barely there corset I had on, making sure it sat just right. His file said he was a high end luxury escort before being turned, which is another thing that got me interested. 

So I dressed to kill– Literally. Not that I'd need to do much to end him.

I pressed the doorbell. My hand hadn't dropped before the door was thrown open by a buck naked woman with a bleeding neck, freshly bitten and clearly under thrall. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me before twisting her neck and severing it cleanly from her body with my blade, hidden from human sight.

Mercy killing is better than letting her accidentally turn into another rogue.

"Are you still undressing? Daddy's dick is getting impatient. Crawl to me immediately."

His voice brooked no argument, sounding deep and dominant in a way that made my stomach flip. The report said he worked as an escort but gave no details about him being a dominant and after years of being the bossy ancient vampire everyone feared, I'd always secretly desired to be fully owned and controlled by someone who actually knew what they were doing. Not some sub cosplaying dom.

I needed this. Exactly this.

With a snap of my fingers my weapons vanished into shadow storage and my clothes disappeared. A shake of my head shifted my black hair into the same platinum blonde shade as the dead woman's, a few tweaks to my features to match hers, and I followed the sound of his voice and the smell of his delicious arousal to what looked like a BDSM playroom bathed in red light, ropes, restraints and whips decorated the walls.

"I said crawl, not walk. Don't make me repeat myself, sub."

His voice sounded directly in my left ear before he smacked my ass hard enough to sting and melted back into the shadows of the red room.

Fuck.

I didn't even hear him sneak up on me, and a hunter is not supposed to let her guard down, I'm here for a mission but I don't mind a few orgasms while I'm at it.

I let my knees connect with the plush soft rug, followed by my palms. The chill air from the AC hit my already wet pussy and I had to bite back a moan.

"Put this on."

A black diamond studded collar landed in front of me, I didn't hesitate to clasp it around my throat and immediately every hunter instinct left my body, replaced by the primal urge to be hunted and claimed.

"Don't let the leash pull too tight on your wound. Now come suck this dick better than you did earlier."

He lounged on a chair that looked like a throne, legs spread, completely naked and already hard. The glamoured bite mark I'd placed on my neck throbbed in time with my pulse, I just hoped it didn't glitch in the middle of this.

I crawled toward him slowly, eyes locked on his pierced cock standing tall and thick between his legs. I've had my share of dicks over a thousand years, but this was in a league of its own. The new vampire traits probably added girth, but that would mean he was already blessed before turning.

I let my tongue sweep across the tip slowly, tasting pre-cum and something darker, richer. His answering groan was my undoing. The barbell gleaming on his shaft caught the red light as I took him all the way down my throat until my nose pressed hard against his groin.

Fuck. I'm so fucked.

"Hands behind your back. Don't touch. Head movements only, and this dick doesn't slip out of your mouth until I cum down your throat."

I bobbed my head in response and immediately my breast was smacked hard by his large hand.

"its Yes sir."

"Yes sir," I moaned around his length, feeling him grow even thicker in my throat.

He was gorgeous in the red light. Six foot three of lean muscle and golden skin, dark hair falling into eyes that had shifted from brown to molten gold. Sharp jaw, full lips curved in a wicked smile. He looked like sin personified, lounging on that throne with one hand fisted in my hair and the other gripping the armrest.

A newborn vampire who moved like he'd been hunting for centuries. Who commanded like he was born to it, Who had no idea I was sent here to end him.

I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper, letting him feel the vibration of my moan. His hips jerked faster and his grip tightened in my hair.

"That's it, just like that. Show me how much you want it."