My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampire Novels & Stories

Her breasts heaved and her mouth opened wide as she screamed out her passion. Damien roared and snarled. "I will kill you! I will rip you apart. I will feast on your entrails. She is my wife." "Now she is my whore," grinned the vampire. He ripped his cock from Abigail's asshole. His wife slipped to the floor and turned, swallowing the vampire's cock into her mouth and sucking her ass clean from his dick. The vampire gripped her hair and groaned, his eyes rolling back in the head as he savored the pleasure of using Damien's wife.

Her breasts heaved and her mouth opened wide as she screamed out her passion. Damien roared and snarled. "I will kill you! I will rip you apart. I will feast on your entrails. She is my wife." "Now she is my whore," grinned the vampire. He ripped his cock from Abigail's asshole. His wife slipped to the floor and turned, swallowing the vampire's cock into her mouth and sucking her ass clean from his dick. The vampire gripped her hair and groaned, his eyes rolling back in the head as he savored the pleasure of using Damien's wife.

Megan volunteered. “Being a vampire is a privilege and an honor that shouldn’t be taken lightly,” said a stately looking woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties who was seated at Megan’s left. She reminded me of a young Mae West. Finally! A pair of breasts that were bigger than mine! I liked this woman for that fact alone. Vampire be damned. “Not everyone feels that way,” cooed the handsome, charismatic vampire. I could feel my flesh burning beneath his piercing gaze. My pulse beat like a drum in my ear to the point that I almost missed hearing “Mae West” -who I later learned was actually named Mae Ingram- call him Jasper while she berated him for suggesting such a thing.

I could never forget about the fab three, you're all too fabulous for words," I told them sincerely and meant it. Thanks to Boris I learned that the female vampire I had terminated was mated to another rogue wolf that killed himself after her death. He had been too heartbroken to carry-on and I wept for them. They weren't responsible for the missing villagers either but would look into it. Boris explained that another group causing issues wasn't a part of his so killing them was wise. Boris smiled and opened his arms for the other two and the three went off to fuck in a bedroom upstairs. I laid my head on the couch I was on and listened to the wind howling outside. A thunderstorm was pushing

“Liam and Thomas who were standing next to each other glanced at each other wondering why Hamilton has Monalisa. They were thinking it would be Felicia. “Listen up everyone,” Hamilton said authoritatively, peering from one corner of the arena to the other as he addressed the rather fearful and curious crowd in front of him. His gaze burned with rage. “I have an announcement to make, standing beside me is Monalisa, the woman I turned into one of my kind, she is going to be the only female vampire in viper city until I decide otherwise and she is going to be known from today as my wife.” Hamilton said and turned his gaze to Chico and Thomas whose gaze was on him.

I was a werewolf but yet a human, it was amazing. My wife had already started her madness. I saw her eyes glow white and her katana illuminate as she charged and began to cut down our enemies. She was laughing and enjoying it. The mages were using lighting to burn. the vampires to ashes. Their eyes were white too and they were enjoying it. I had brought three mad women to a fight. They boosted my confidence. I watched my wolves slay the vampires mercilessly.

I married a man who loves me like I am his whole world. He cooks for me. He kisses me. He looks at me like I would never lie to him. But I am not who he thinks I am. By day, I am his perfect wife. By night, I hunt the kind of monsters I am supposed to kill. And the worst part is— The Vampire King I have been hunting for ten years… may be sleeping beside me every night. Clara I watched Elias sleep beside me, the rise and fall of his breathing steady in the quiet room. His face was half-buried in the pillow, one arm draped across my waist, his grip tight even in sleep.

He dropped the balm on the table and sat beside her. "You're quite lucky it wasn't poisoned. They did carry out their assignment very well." "I didn't know what I was getting into. Why didn't you tell me?" When he looked at her from the corner of his eyes, he found her sobbing. 'Is the medication already taking effect or...' His thoughts trailed off. One thing Asher wasn't was romantic. After the death of his wives, his emotions completely went dead. "Werewolves? Rogues? Amanatha? Moon goddess? How in the world did I get here?" She wiped her eyes and sniffled.

She looked at the triplets, saw how even the hard lines of Donovan’s face softened, just for a blink. Damon grinned, lips red where she’d split them open. “Queen of the wild things,” he said, and raised his glass. “Long may you reign.” After, in the velvet dark, the triplets made good on her law. They took her, all three, tangled on the sheets and fur, each striving to draw first blood, first scream, first gasp. She took them all in as if she’d grown a hunger beyond human, beyond wolf. Damon’s hands tight on her ribs, holding her down so she could feel every inch of him; Devin silent and thorough, eyes bright and sad as a night sky; Donovan impatient, brutal, but always, always bringing her

Running my fingers through my hair I fix the sisters with a glare. “What about the wolf?” Well, she’s not really a wolf considering she doesn’t have a wolf. Not that that matters at this moment. I just want to get this meeting over with so I can get back to Jamari. The three sisters give me a knowing smile as if they were able to hear my thoughts. But that’s not possible, right? I pull my mind out of my thoughts so I can focus on the women in front of me. Mythology has painted the three fates as three little old hags, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. All three sisters are beautiful to look at, tall and slender. It’s the missing eyeball that is creepy as hell.