Hot Vampire Next Door: Season One (Midnight Harbor, #1)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“I never took you for a coffee connoisseur.” “And I never took you for a peeping Tom, and yet here we are.” Fucking hell.

“Good girl,” he says. “Behave yourself tonight.” “I don’t plan on it,” I say back.

Amber and musk and something deeper. By now, I know who that scent belongs to, and my body, being the traitor that it is, knows too. Bran Duval.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, mouse.” “Stop fucking calling me that.” His eyes flash in the darkness, and the prey in me shrinks beneath his stare. My skin erupts in goosebumps.

“Look at me when I touch you.” And then he sinks two fingers inside of me, and my world comes undone.

"I'm not a fucking child." "Compared to me, you're just a baby." "So what does that make you? A cradle robber?" He snorts. "I haven't fucked you yet, mouse."

"You're covered in blood, and my control is growing weak." "I thought you said you wouldn't hurt me." The corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. "Oh, mouse, I promise it wouldn't hurt."

“It’s too bad we have somewhere to be. I can still taste your sweetness in the back of my throat, little mouse, and I’d very much like another bite.”

He climbs into the car, his long legs scrunched up between the seat and the steering wheel. He adjusts it, and the seat slides back with a thunk. “Christ, mouse, you’re practically eating the dash in this thing.” “We can’t all be six-five gods.” “Six-four,” he corrects.

“Shall I pull over?” he asks, eyes on the road. “For what?” “You must be soaking wet,” he says. “Judging by the scent on the air.”

He sighs. “Fae,” he answers. “When I bit you without the necklace on, I could taste fae in your blood.”