Her Deadly Harem Read online

  Her Deadly Harem

  Savannah Skye

  Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Introduction

  Sonja Parish is the most lethal, ruthless vampire left on earth, and she's determined to use both of those attributes to, find the men who took her foster sister and make them pay...precarious truce between humans and blood-drinkers, be damned. But when the Lawkeepers- a group of human males genetically engineered to match the strength of vampires- are sent to stop her by any means necessary, she will be faced with a terrible choice.

  Kill the men she's growing to care for, or risk losing Layla forever?

  Chapter 1

  I picked up the drink and downed what was left in one gulp. The bitter taste bit at the back of my throat, but I didn’t care. It was a means to an end. Glancing up at Carlos, the bartender, I held up my empty glass, indicating that I needed another. It was too loud in here for him to hear me, but I wasn’t much interested in talking anyway.

  No matter how much I drank, I knew that drink alone wouldn’t scrub the bad taste of this day out of my mind. I had been so sure that this was it - this was the one. Michael Wambach, the one man I was certain could give me what I needed so badly. And he had turned out to be yet another waste of time. Just like the rest of those humans.

  Carlos put down another drink in front of me. I dug a twenty from my pocket and pushed it towards him, spinning my index finger in the air so he knew to keep them coming.

  He flashed me a smile and I could tell that he was trying to flirt again, but I didn’t give a shit. Carlos was a decent guy and a good bartender, but last thing I needed was another human male clogging up my brain space. Besides, I came here often enough that I didn’t want to ruin what was one of the few perfect relationships in my life. Good old Carlos got me drunk when I needed to get there, and I gave him money for it. No point in ruining that with sex and hurt feelings. The bond between a bartender and a serial alcoholic is a sacred one and should not be sullied.

  I glanced around and wondered why I had picked this place to come to on a Saturday night. Carlos's bar was well-known as a place where a human could pick up a vampire and still leave with their heart beating nine times out of ten. It was the safe edge of a dangerous world. Every weekend, all the vampire-fucking humans in this city seemed to be crammed into this bar, trying to land themselves a nightwalker for the evening. Some for the thrilling novelty of the experience, others for street cred and the admiration of their friends, many because they got off on the idea that they were screwing something inhuman, something profane. I think I hated that last group most of all, but they could be... let's say 'useful'.

  The place was thick with the smell of hormones, couples grinding up against each other on the dance floor in a way that I was pretty sure would have been illegal most anywhere else in the city. I watched as a guy, a vampire like me, ran his fingers through the hair of the woman he was dancing with and pushed her head back, exposing her throat. I could practically feel the pulse of her jugular, even all the way across the room, and I turned back to my drink and swallowed it down.

  Not even a juicy vein could make me feel better tonight.

  The noise, the music and the conversation was so loud that I could barely hear myself think, but that didn’t stop the voices replaying in my head.

  Nothing did.

  I could hear her laugh, Layla’s sweet voice tinkling like a bell in my ears, and I wanted to reach into my head and tear it out.

  I couldn’t bear being apart from her like this, I couldn't bear not knowing if she was hurt. I couldn't help thinking that she needed me, and that I had failed her again. The knowledge that she was out there, desperate and alone, drove me to the wild edge of frustration and made me try all the harder to find her. But, despite driving myself crazy with worry and searching the entire city, I’d gotten nowhere. In six miserable months, I'd gotten nowhere.

  So here I was, getting fucked up beyond all repair. Heartsick and devastated by my incompetence. At a dead end without a clue of what to do next. The weight of it had finally grown to be too much to bear and I needed to force my mind to shut off for a hot minute, just so I could get some rest and stop tormenting myself about everything that I had failed to do.

  Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I would start afresh and come up with a plan that wouldn’t fail this time. Tomorrow, I would find a way.

  I glanced down at the sleeve of my leather jacket – I never took it off, even when I was hot inside a place like this, in case I needed to make a quick getaway – and noticed a dark spot on the beat-up old thing. I pressed my finger against it and it smeared red against my skin.

  Blood. No wonder I was getting a whole lot of looks this evening. I probably stank of human blood, which was practically a pheromone in a place like this. I would have to get it out, eventually. Not that dry cleaning was exactly high on my list of priorities right now.

  The shit I was drinking, Bulbous, was relatively new on the market – an alcohol that was calibrated to a vampire’s metabolism, something that I could use to get a little buzzed. It was a relief to actually be able to get drunk after all this time, because I sure wasn’t drinking the cheap-as-hell whisky I used to live on for the taste.

  I used to have to down an entire bottle to feel the effects, but a few glasses of this shit got the soles of my feet tingling and my brain softening around the edges, numbing the pain just a little, in a way that I had been craving all night long. Ever since I had finally found Michael Wambach.

  The music dimmed slightly, and I felt a tap on my elbow. I turned around, ready to chew out whoever it was for bumping into me, but instead I found myself face-to-face with a woman who couldn’t have been older than twenty-two and might as well have been carrying a placard saying 'I'm human, please bite me'. She was pretty, if you liked that kind of thing.

  I didn’t.

  “Uh, hello.” She stuck her hand out to me, her smile fluttering over her face. She had dark hair that was pulled back into a high ponytail on the back of her head – a handlebar, some of my less-delicate vampire buddies might have described it, perfect for yanking on to expose the throat of your intended. Her eyes were pale blue and clear, nothing like the vampires in this place who looked as though they’d been through hell and probably had. That was what they liked about us, though, these vampire-fuckers – they liked the danger and the promise of something they couldn’t control. It gave sex an edge.

  I looked down at her hand and then slowly back up at her, not moving.

  “We were just wondering,” she pulled back a little, to reveal a guy around her age standing behind her and looking at me hopefully, “do you want to dance with us?”

  I raised my eyebrows at the two of them; well, I couldn’t fault them for their nerves. No one else in this place had dared ask me to dance this entire night. But maybe that was just because they had a fucking bone of self-preservation in their bodies. I turned back to my drink.

  “No,” I replied evenly. “What I want is to be left alone.”

  The woman and man exchanged looks, as though each was daring the other to keep trying with me, but lucky for them, they wised up and headed back to the dance floor.

  I pinched the bridge of my nose
between my fingers and closed my eyes.

  Jesus, if I could just get this Bulbous shit to go, I could do this at home and not have to deal with anyone else tonight.

  “Not interested in dancing, huh?”

  I looked up and found Carlos grinning at me.

  “Nope,” I replied bluntly, hoping he would catch the message. He didn’t.

  “Shame,” he remarked, eyeing me. “I’m sure the three of you would have looked good out there.”

  “Yeah, well, I’m not in the mood,” I shot back, swirling my glass around and watching the amber liquid slosh back and forth. He was lucky that the drinks had softened me up a little, or else I would have bitten his head off for that. Maybe literally.

  He leaned over to place a glass under the counter, getting way up in my business in the process. “There’s no one else like you in this place.”

  I jerked away from him on instinct and shot him a warning look that he finally seemed to understand. He moved to the other end of the bar and I returned to my drink, but it wasn’t doing the job anymore. No matter how many brain cells I killed, Layla’s face just kept floating to the forefront of my mind.

  I needed to do something to get off this mental roller coaster for a little while. And if the drink wasn't doing it then maybe something else would.

  I got to my feet, threw back the last of my drink, and turned to look out over the dance floor once more, resigning myself to the inevitable. The place was packed, wall-to-wall, so the pickings were plenty, but I wouldn’t sleep with just anyone. It would take far more than the slick-talking bartender, or the couple with some watery fantasy wanting to experiment. I needed someone with that raw, rough energy, someone who wouldn’t apologize and wouldn’t hold back. Someone who could match me - or at least get close. Someone who could make me forget.

  I pushed my way onto the floor and the crowd parted to let me through. A few males eyed me with hunger in their gazes, but I ignored them. None of them had the energy that I needed. If they were too scared to even ask, then they definitely weren't going to give me what I needed. I knew that if Layla were around, she would tell me to find some more positive way to deal with what I was going through. But she wasn’t, and it was my fault.

  Don’t think about that.

  As soon as I was lost in the crowd once more, the music seemed to pick up around me and I closed my eyes and began to sway. This place wasn’t meant for dancing – it was meant for foreplay, to get you hot and bothered before you dragged your partner back to the bathrooms to screw it out. It didn’t take long until I felt the crowd close in on me, mostly men trying their luck, but a few women as well. I could sense them, smell them, feel them in the air, and their desire for me was heady and obvious and enough to fill my senses for a few glorious moments. Human emotions can be like a drug when they're this fresh.

  I felt hands on my hips and turned to find a guy moving against me. He was handsome and well-built, gym-bred vanity muscles bulging out of the top of his shirt and his sleeves, and at least had had the balls to take the initiative, but nothing clicked with me. The way he was moving against me, overeager, like a dog in heat. Even as I wrapped my arms around him and drew him close, I knew it was a no go. He attempted to rock his hips against mine but he had no rhythm, and the movements just came across as desperate and pathetic.

  I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. I had no time tonight for someone I would have to teach. That was what I got for even entertaining the thought of being with a human male.

  The guy stumbled away from me and I realized I must have shoved him harder than I intended to, but I didn’t care. The mess of bodies and sweat and the rich, sweet scent of blood was hot in the air and I was ready to do something about it.

  I caught the eye of someone else.

  Now, this was a little more like it. He was a vampire, no doubt about it, and even though his clothes were a little silly - I would never understand the urge to make out like you were some villain from a bad nineties movie, but whatever - he had a glint in his eyes that seemed to be the thing I’d been looking for.

  He moved towards me easily, pushing people out of the way until he found his way to me, and he slid his hands around my waist and pulled me roughly against him. My heart looped in my chest and I closed my eyes and focused all my attention in on him, drinking his strength.

  This was what I needed.

  I could already feel him growing hard as we pressed up against each other, not bothering to go with the pace of the music – why would we? I wondered how in the hell I had ever thought that a human man could give me what a vampire could.

  I wondered why I had never seen this guy around town before; it was clear he was old, like me - well; not quite like me, but close. I could smell it coming off him in waves, like a fine wine. He was running his hands all over me and I tried to ignore the questions thrumming away at the back of my head, but I couldn‘t seem to push them aside.

  There was something…off about him. It took me a minute to put my finger on it, but when I pulled back to look at him, I could see that he wasn’t even glancing in my direction – no, he was looking around the place, as though making sure that everyone could see the two of us together.

  I followed his gaze, saw the people staring at us, and knew he was all about the attention. He just wanted to be seen with an elder vampire, someone as powerful as I was. He wanted to be admired, for the whole room to be jealous of him. All of which makes for a shit lover - people like that are never in the moment. I pulled away from him and bit back a growl.

  Maybe I needed another drink to lubricate myself and make this path run a little smoother. Or just to lower my standards a little. I turned away from the dance floor, and that’s when I walked right into what felt like a brick shithouse.

  Yes.

  My whole body sizzled to life and I knew before I even met his gaze that this was the guy I had been on the hunt for. He was a wall of solid muscle, in a black t-shirt that barely seemed to contain him.

  I let my eyes trail over his body slowly, taking every inch of him in – he was a good six inches taller than me, his shoulders broad and tapering down into a narrower waist. I finally looked him in the eye, and found myself staring at the hottest guy in this place. A smattering of stubble was cast haphazardly over his chin, and his eyes were deep brown, almost black. His hair was cropped close to his scalp and, even though I could tell he was a human, he seemed to pulse with an energy that matched my own. I'd never felt a human like it.

  He didn’t need to say anything. I could see in his eyes that he wanted this as badly as I did. He flicked his tongue out over his bottom lip slowly and took me in, looking me up and down as though I was what he had come here for.

  We were standing so close that the scent of his musky aftershave was mixed with that of his sweet, human blood, and I had to resist the urge to tackle him to the floor and mount him right there and then. Instead, I moved up close against him, snuggling my body against his, and let my hand slip down to his crotch – he was hard, thick, and longer than I’d felt in a long time.

  “So, are we going to do this?” I demanded, squeezing his cock through his jeans - that was enough foreplay for me on a night like tonight. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. Maybe he'd had a rough day, too.

  Chapter 2

  As soon as we were outside the club, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. Human or no, if he could deliver on what I wanted, if he was half the man the bulge in the front of his jeans suggested, I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.

  His hand was strong as he pulled me along behind him, and I had to hurry to keep up. I trailed behind him into an alley next to the club – surprisingly, it was empty.

  As soon as we were out of sight of the street, I pushed myself against him and kissed him hard. He met me with equal force, grabbing me by the shoulders and shoving me back against the wall behind me, his tongue in my mouth at once. No names, no introductions, none of that was needed to g
et the job done. His hands were all over me, running down my back and cupping my ass. The wall was damp and cold behind me but I didn’t give a shit.

  I just needed to feel him inside me as soon as possible. I ran my hand through his hair, grabbing a fistful of it and yanking. He jerked with surprise at the rough play; I liked that, I liked my lover to know that I was the one in control. Yes, I liked a strong lover, a dominant lover, an aggressive lover who could give as good as he got, but for all that, I was still the most powerful vampire in this city and no one was going to forget it, not a chance in hell.

  The pain seemed to suit him as he grunted in approval and ground hard against me with that pleasingly massive cock at the fabric of his beat-up jeans like it might burst through - I wouldn't have been surprised. I lifted a leg and hooked it around him, letting him go against me as hard as he wanted. He sank his fingers into my hips and I knew that he would leave marks behind.

  Nice.

  I wanted to feel something tonight, wanted my senses to crowd out the buzzing nest of wasps at the back of my mind, droning on about my failure.

  “Turn around,” he ordered, pulling back just long enough to growl the words into my ear.

  My body shuddered at the gritty command and I did as I was told, turning and planting my hands against the wall behind me, enjoying my submissive role in this as much as he was enjoying his dominant one. We both knew it was an illusion, but it was a fun one. He ran his hand over my ass and pushed himself against me once more, and another jolt of desire ran through my system as I felt the steel of his organ press into my taut cheeks. This guy seemed to be reading my mind, understanding that I needed it rough and raw and real.