Indebted to the Vampires (House of Durand, #1)

by Erin Bedford

The top lip of his mouth was thin while the bottom one was full as if he had a permanent pout on his face. His scruffy jaw and relaxed form made him seem like he had just gotten out of bed, not to forget the button-up shirt he had left unbuttoned and flapping at his side as he moved toward me.

My personal life wasn’t much better. I had one or two friends who I talked to at least once a month. However, friends were exhausting, even more so when they weren’t family. Family you could ignore, and they would always be there. Friends? Not so much.

“I, of course, am the eldest of the household. My name is Antoine Durand.

“Here to my right is Marcus. He is the second oldest.” Antoine pointed toward a large man with his hair buzzed down until there was only fuzz on top. He had a hard look to him that made me believe he wouldn’t break the rules like Wynn. “Next to Marcus is Wynn, which you have met already, the middle child.”

Pointing a finger at the redhead next to me, Antoine scowled. “And Rayne you met already as well. He is the youngest.”

“Draconius and Allister. They’re the second youngest. Stay out of their way unless you want to be at the butt of their pranks.”

One of them, leaned forward on the table and growled, “Call me Drake.”

“Where would you like me, master?” That one word made my groin harden, pressing up against the fabric of my slacks. I had control issues. I knew it. The others knew it. It was no doubt the reason I had the power to make someone do as I wanted, even against their will.

She'd broken down the basement door and climbed into Allister's bed while we were sleeping. We didn't know she was there until dark came.

Where Allister had dimples in his cheeks, I had only the single one on the left side. My chin pointed a bit sharper compared to my brothers, and if I do say so myself, I had the bigger cock.

We were constantly trying to outdo each other. So, when we were busy showing off our strength and charm to the ladies of the seventeen-fifties, our sire found us.

the sun would never hear our words. Or if it did, how could one stop being what it was for the sake of others?

“Then hear this, bite me!”

Piper actually dreamed of me?

A shock of pleasure ran through me. Groaning, I doubled over, and my hand shot out to grab the nearest thing which happened to be Wynn himself. I swallowed and gasped, trying to catch my breath as my orgasm shook through my body. “What the fuck?” I gasped, ripping my hand away from the smirking bastard.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it—” Antoine’s fingers covered my lips, startling me. “Enough. I simply wish to remind you to think before you speak, because the next time you tell someone to bite you...” He leaned forward until I could feel his breath on my face. “... someone just might.”

We both had the same tattoo across our left breast. The symbol of our house, the Durand black crow with the words Sanguinem meum in saecula wrapped around it. It loosely translated to ‘Blood of my blood, now and forever.’

“Thank you, Master Durand.” She held her hand up with a small polite smile. “For healing me.” She ducked out of the room before I could correct her. “... Call me Wynn...”

Six sexy vampires with way more testosterone than any master vampire, and I'd already had more than one breathtaking encounter with them. All I needed was a display of jealousy that ended with us naked and sweaty. Pfft. I should be so lucky.

“Who’s getting married?” Drake asked, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “I am apparently,” I halfheartedly announced, moving to the fridge for a drink. “You’re all invited.” Pulling out a bottle of water, I twisted the cap off and took a long refreshing drink. “Oh good, Rayne finally stopped moping and asked you.”