How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager (Guides for Dating Vampires, #1)

by D.N. Bryn

Dealers of bagged blood charged as much as rent—which he already couldn’t afford—

Vampire society (capitalism edition)

If someone could come stake him right there, he’d probably say thank you and have a nice day after.

That was what dreams were for—getting you horny in circumstances that made your waking self reevaluate your sanity.

Because if my existence starts hurting anyone but myself, then maybe I don’t deserve to exist at all.”

“I wager my life that you’re going to keep yours.”

Because there was no way in heaven or hell or anything in between that Wesley Smith Garcia was ever letting Vitalis-Barron get their hands on his vampire.

Then, if Vincent still wanted his blood, he could have it. He could bleed it out of Wes into a mug and drink it that way, if denying Wes the feeling of his mouth and fangs would make it better. He could drain it from him until his heart stopped if that was justice enough.

“Of course. I’d do anything for you, Vinny.” He was pretty sure he would cut his chest open and give Vincent his bloody, beating heart if that’s what the vampire needed.

“Can we be? Please?”

“You know, this is the first place that’s felt like a home to me in a long time. In forever, really. But since you’ve been gone, it’s just a house again.”

“It’s worth nothing to me without you in it. I don’t care what I deserve,” he said, louder now. “You’re what I want. Please, come home.”