Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me (My Vampire Doms #1)

by Calista Jayne

A flowery, girlie scent fills my nose when I step through the front doors of the library. My first thought is that Izzie is trying out a new perfume, but when I get closer to her to say hello and ask about the day, I realize the heavenly scent isn’t coming from her. “Mr. Johannson,” Izzie says with a professional smile. Her giant silver and turquoise hoops catch the light as she tilts her head. “It’s so nice to see you.” “You too, Izzie,” I say. “And call me Xander, please.” “Of course.” I’ve told her this several times, but she seems to prefer the formality and deference. It could be my dominant nature bringing it out of her, or she could just be a stickler for showing one’s boss respect with a Mr. or a Ms. Or maybe it’s merely a joke to her, to call me Mr. Johannson and then have me correct her. Perhaps she views it as part of our script when I check in. “It seems quiet here today,” I say. Do you know where that intoxicating scent is coming from? “It has been. Two walk-ins, and the rest members, but no more patrons than usual.” She shows me the tally for the daily guests. “Excellent. All looks well, here. I’m just going to poke around upstairs.” And hunt down whoever smells like jasmine. “Can I find a book for you?” “No, thanks. I think I know my way around.” She laughs and I give her a nod before looking around the entryway, following my nose. That scent. It’s intoxicating. It lingers in every room, taunting me. I’m a vampire. My primal kink is ingrained in both the sub...