Hunter Clan, Volume 1 [Riley's Vampire Prince: Dmitri's Little Spitfire] Paperback - 5 left in stock
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Riley's Vampire Prince -
Riley McLeod has never gotten over the loss of his family to murderous Vampires, and often hides behind his sarcasm and carefree attitude. So imagine his shock when he discovers he is not only mated to one, but his mate is the Prince of the Vaucluse Coven.
When Caleb Vaucluse arrived at the Hunter Clan, he never expected to meet his mate. His joy soon turns to devastation when he learns that Riley fears him. Caleb struggles to get past Riley's defenses and prove that they are meant to be. Unfortunately just as they come together, pride and old wounds prove hard to overcome for the pair, and threaten to tear them apart for good.
As an enemy is revealed and more questions are raised, Caleb and Riley have a choice to make. Do they keep their pride and stand alone, or stand together and embrace the love fate gave to them?
Dmitri's Little Spitfire -
Elijah Collins is ashamed. Used to hurt his friends by Potestas, he now finds it hard to even look someone in the face. Especially Dmitri, his mate. When a truth about Elijah is discovered, Potestas also find out. Now that they know his true worth, he becomes an even bigger target than before.
Dmitri Kalas has always prided himself on being calm and in control. It is his job to help protect his Clan, and most importantly his mate. But when he finds out that the people responsible for hurting his Kayan's mate have also been abusing his mate, he becomes incensed.
Will Dmitri be able to convince his mate that he is worth love and forgiveness? Or will Elijah allow his guilt to consume him and turn himself over to the enemy in order to keep his friends safe?
Riley's Vampire Prince
STORY EXCERPT
Rolling his head sideways to glance at his brother, Riley was always surprised at how different identical twins could look. It was like they were both the same blank canvas and had decided to go in completely different directions. Sawyer was a classic, with its smooth lines and refined features, and he was an...abstract. Sawyer’s conservative appearance, compared to Riley’s more flamboyant one, never failed to turn heads when they were together. Even at that moment Riley’s jeans had the usual rainbow glitter down the sides, and he wore a too-tight Ke$ha top stating “Get Sleazy” in big, sparkling letters. He also loved his makeup, never leaving his room without at least some eyeliner and lip gloss on.
“Contemplating my existence in the universe. You?”
“Nothing quite so deep,” Sawyer drawled, taking up a position next to Riley, slouched on the wall. “You know, while you’re there, you might want to contemplate what you’re going to do with your mate.”
Riley winced. Yeah, his brother just had to go there, didn’t he?
“I think I stand more chance with the first one,” he grimaced, running a hand roughly through his perfectly styled platinum locks.
It was so true. He was at a total loss as to what to do there. Riley could admit that Caleb was charming and sexy as sin. Oh, who was he kidding, the man was sex on a stick, no doubt about it. Riley had to stop himself every time the man walked into a room from running up and licking him like candy and begging him to use his push-pop.
But the man was a Vampire. A fraking Vampire. And after one witnesses their entire family, save their twin, being slaughtered by Vampires, it tends to leave a mark or seven. Fate was seriously a cruel bitch. Riley just knew there was a reason women did nothing for him.
“You have to at least try, Riley.” Sawyer sounded exasperated, which, granted, wasn’t an unusual state when he spoke to Riley.
Hell, Riley was amazed at the amount of patience his brother had for him. He knew he could be a bit much at times, whether it was his lack of filter or inability to stay focused, but he didn’t always mean to be so annoying.
That wasn’t to say he didn’t do it on purpose sometimes, just not all the time.
Either way, the topic was making him feel extremely uncomfortable, so Riley chose to handle it like he did anything else. With sarcasm. “Not like it would work anyway. He is so clearly a top, and we both know I am too, dear brother.”
Another sigh came from his brother, and Riley had thought he’d hit the mark. Unfortunately for him though, Sawyer seemed to be on a real mission tonight and was able to ignore his efforts.
“One, you’re being bitchy. Two, you don’t know if he is a top,” Sawyer stated, blushing at what he had just said. Riley hid his snicker. His brother was so easy. “And three, are you telling me you can’t give up control every so often for your own mate.”
“I’m not the one who would have trouble with it,” he snarked. There was no way Riley could see mister caveman giving up the reins. There would be no equal partnership, not with a man like that.
“Are you sure about that? Besides, we both know this has nothing to do with who is on top,” Sawyer whispered, concern and sympathy in his forest-green eyes.
No. No it didn’t. Riley had enough issues and baggage to write an album worth of “you broke my heart, stole my car and shot my dog” songs. And the world already had a Billy Ray.
“It’s kind of a moot point, anyhow. The man hasn’t looked sideways at me for the past couple of weeks.” He frowned, trying to not show how much that hurt.
As far as the other man was concerned Riley may as well have not existed. The strange thing was, Riley had been so sure that was what he had wanted, but now that he had it... God, he was a bitch. A scared, lonely bitch, who was too afraid to be anywhere near his own mate.
“Maybe he is just trying to give you space. Let you come around in your own time,” Sawyer suggested, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
That hand gesture meant more than his brother could ever know. It reminded him that he wasn’t alone.
“What if I can’t, Sawyer,” he whispered, voicing his true fears. “What if I fall for him but can’t get over my fears. Losing him after having him, even for just a little time in my life, would be so much worse.”
“I think maybe that is a conversation you need to have with him. Tell him everything, Riley. And then let your mate help you,” Sawyer said, wrapping Riley in his arms tightly. Riley sank into the embrace, accepting the comfort his twin always gave him. “Remember, I nearly lost Jake because we weren’t honest. Don’t make that mistake too.”
Letting out a deep sigh, he nodded. “You’re right. I’ll talk to him, but that is all I can promise.”
“It’s better than nothing,” came from the other side of him. The hairs on the back of his neck raised at the sound of the voice that featured in most of his fantasies. Riley slowly turned to face Caleb. “If all you can offer me right now is talking, then I’ll gladly take it.”
Staring into his mate’s eyes, Riley nearly lost himself. The man was simply gorgeous, and those honey-golden eyes always trapped him. Oh, frak-a-doodle-do, he was in trouble. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to know we have a lot to talk about.” The man seemed rather unrepentant that he was eavesdropping.
“Well, on that note, I’ll leave you guys to it,” Sawyer said, chuckling nervously before hightailing it quicker than he had ever seen his brother move. Shoot, he didn’t even know the boy could run that fast.
Traitor.
Dmitri's Little Spitfire
STORY EXCERPT
Stepping into the shower, Elijah soaked up the heat coming from the spray pelting down on his bruised and battered body. It felt good. He stood under the spray for a long time. Just the chance to feel clean was like heaven. Ever since he had screwed up Potestas’ plan to take out Sawyer and Riley a year ago, he had pretty much been in confinement. Only a bucket to bathe with, and the smallest tray of food that was sometimes too disgusting to swallow. At least it had been better than being controlled, and he hadn’t permanently hurt his friends. That last thought alone made the hell of the last year worth it.
Elijah didn’t have a clue why the people keeping him had decided to pull him out of his cell all of a sudden, but when they had Blake had told him that he would be getting out of there soon and to just hold on. He had no idea the Mage had meant within a matter of days.
Forcing himself to turn off the water, Elijah exited the shower, reaching for one of the soft towels that hung on the bar and wrapped it around his too-lean hips. He had always been quite thin, only weighing around a hundred and ten pounds at five foot four inches. But now, he just looked plain skinny. Staring into the mirror above the sink, he shivered at his appearance.
His copper hair was only now starting to get its usual shine back after three days of continuous washing. The long locks were in desperate need of a trimming. Thankfully he could already notice the difference from when he first arrived. Elijah had been frightened of his reflection that first night Dmitri had helped him shower. His skin had been shallow and a little grey looking, and his iridescent eyes that normally stood out because, well they were freaky iridescent eyes that nobody had, had appeared flat and lifeless.
He groaned at the memory of Dmitri holding him in the shower as he soaped up his skin, the feel of the Wolf’s hands on him had been wonderful, and yet a curse. Both of them had been naked and wet, their bodies sliding against one another, and Elijah had been too out of it to appreciate it.
He did now though as his cock jerked at the memory, even if he was unwilling to get close to the wolf.
Elijah felt dirty and used. What would an amazing man like that want with someone like him? He was also keeping a secret of epic proportions, one he was afraid to reveal. What would the others think if they found out he wasn’t what they thought he was? Would Dmitri still want him if he knew just how defective he really was? Unlikely.
After the first time Blake had controlled him, he had snuck to see Elijah when the guards were busy. Blake had told him that he wasn’t human— a shock, but given his freaky eyes, not that unexpected— and that Potestas could never know. Well that was easy, because he didn’t even fucking know. When he had asked Blake what he was, the Mage had refused to tell him saying that he couldn’t take the risk that Potestas would find out they had control of something like him.
Something like him.
Those words had echoed around his mind ever since. The familiar frustrations that formed in the pit of his stomach reared its ugly head. Elijah wanted to know what he was, had resented the other man for not telling him. And he hated that he was keeping it from the very people who had saved him, but he had no way of knowing what their reaction might be. Elijah still wasn’t sure if Blake’s horror was strictly for the reason that Potestas had him, or if some of it had to do with what he was.
Fuck, he had a lot of baggage. Why would Dmitri even want a mate like him? Surely he could do better.
Squinting at his reflection, Elijah cursed up a storm. “I’m just fucking weak is what I am. A waste of space.” Elijah’s laugh was bitter. “I sure as hell don’t deserve a mate.”
The anger that simmered within him made itself known. It was like a living, breathing thing underneath his skin that was restless, desperately trying to claw to the surface. It had never been this bad before, though.
Elijah’s breath came in quick bursts and he watched in horror as the iridescent colouring of the iris suddenly bled out into the whites, dominating the orb. What the fuck! The small, round pupils slowly morphed into thin vertical slits and his vision went into hyperdrive. So many colours, so many angles. Gasping and rearing back in shock, Elijah didn’t have enough time to steady himself as he tripped over his own feet. Crashing backward and into edge of the bath, Elijah’s vision swam, a mixture of tiny little black dots and tears. Frightened and panicked, he tried to get back quickly, pressing his hand against the wound that had begun bleeding. Only as he pushed up his balance was off, which resulted in him slipping on the bath mat, sending him flying back again.
Oh, shit!
Elijah didn’t even feel the second hit to his head as he fell, blacking out on impact.
STORY EXCERPT
Rolling his head sideways to glance at his brother, Riley was always surprised at how different identical twins could look. It was like they were both the same blank canvas and had decided to go in completely different directions. Sawyer was a classic, with its smooth lines and refined features, and he was an...abstract. Sawyer’s conservative appearance, compared to Riley’s more flamboyant one, never failed to turn heads when they were together. Even at that moment Riley’s jeans had the usual rainbow glitter down the sides, and he wore a too-tight Ke$ha top stating “Get Sleazy” in big, sparkling letters. He also loved his makeup, never leaving his room without at least some eyeliner and lip gloss on.
“Contemplating my existence in the universe. You?”
“Nothing quite so deep,” Sawyer drawled, taking up a position next to Riley, slouched on the wall. “You know, while you’re there, you might want to contemplate what you’re going to do with your mate.”
Riley winced. Yeah, his brother just had to go there, didn’t he?
“I think I stand more chance with the first one,” he grimaced, running a hand roughly through his perfectly styled platinum locks.
It was so true. He was at a total loss as to what to do there. Riley could admit that Caleb was charming and sexy as sin. Oh, who was he kidding, the man was sex on a stick, no doubt about it. Riley had to stop himself every time the man walked into a room from running up and licking him like candy and begging him to use his push-pop.
But the man was a Vampire. A fraking Vampire. And after one witnesses their entire family, save their twin, being slaughtered by Vampires, it tends to leave a mark or seven. Fate was seriously a cruel bitch. Riley just knew there was a reason women did nothing for him.
“You have to at least try, Riley.” Sawyer sounded exasperated, which, granted, wasn’t an unusual state when he spoke to Riley.
Hell, Riley was amazed at the amount of patience his brother had for him. He knew he could be a bit much at times, whether it was his lack of filter or inability to stay focused, but he didn’t always mean to be so annoying.
That wasn’t to say he didn’t do it on purpose sometimes, just not all the time.
Either way, the topic was making him feel extremely uncomfortable, so Riley chose to handle it like he did anything else. With sarcasm. “Not like it would work anyway. He is so clearly a top, and we both know I am too, dear brother.”
Another sigh came from his brother, and Riley had thought he’d hit the mark. Unfortunately for him though, Sawyer seemed to be on a real mission tonight and was able to ignore his efforts.
“One, you’re being bitchy. Two, you don’t know if he is a top,” Sawyer stated, blushing at what he had just said. Riley hid his snicker. His brother was so easy. “And three, are you telling me you can’t give up control every so often for your own mate.”
“I’m not the one who would have trouble with it,” he snarked. There was no way Riley could see mister caveman giving up the reins. There would be no equal partnership, not with a man like that.
“Are you sure about that? Besides, we both know this has nothing to do with who is on top,” Sawyer whispered, concern and sympathy in his forest-green eyes.
No. No it didn’t. Riley had enough issues and baggage to write an album worth of “you broke my heart, stole my car and shot my dog” songs. And the world already had a Billy Ray.
“It’s kind of a moot point, anyhow. The man hasn’t looked sideways at me for the past couple of weeks.” He frowned, trying to not show how much that hurt.
As far as the other man was concerned Riley may as well have not existed. The strange thing was, Riley had been so sure that was what he had wanted, but now that he had it... God, he was a bitch. A scared, lonely bitch, who was too afraid to be anywhere near his own mate.
“Maybe he is just trying to give you space. Let you come around in your own time,” Sawyer suggested, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
That hand gesture meant more than his brother could ever know. It reminded him that he wasn’t alone.
“What if I can’t, Sawyer,” he whispered, voicing his true fears. “What if I fall for him but can’t get over my fears. Losing him after having him, even for just a little time in my life, would be so much worse.”
“I think maybe that is a conversation you need to have with him. Tell him everything, Riley. And then let your mate help you,” Sawyer said, wrapping Riley in his arms tightly. Riley sank into the embrace, accepting the comfort his twin always gave him. “Remember, I nearly lost Jake because we weren’t honest. Don’t make that mistake too.”
Letting out a deep sigh, he nodded. “You’re right. I’ll talk to him, but that is all I can promise.”
“It’s better than nothing,” came from the other side of him. The hairs on the back of his neck raised at the sound of the voice that featured in most of his fantasies. Riley slowly turned to face Caleb. “If all you can offer me right now is talking, then I’ll gladly take it.”
Staring into his mate’s eyes, Riley nearly lost himself. The man was simply gorgeous, and those honey-golden eyes always trapped him. Oh, frak-a-doodle-do, he was in trouble. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to know we have a lot to talk about.” The man seemed rather unrepentant that he was eavesdropping.
“Well, on that note, I’ll leave you guys to it,” Sawyer said, chuckling nervously before hightailing it quicker than he had ever seen his brother move. Shoot, he didn’t even know the boy could run that fast.
Traitor.
Dmitri's Little Spitfire
STORY EXCERPT
Stepping into the shower, Elijah soaked up the heat coming from the spray pelting down on his bruised and battered body. It felt good. He stood under the spray for a long time. Just the chance to feel clean was like heaven. Ever since he had screwed up Potestas’ plan to take out Sawyer and Riley a year ago, he had pretty much been in confinement. Only a bucket to bathe with, and the smallest tray of food that was sometimes too disgusting to swallow. At least it had been better than being controlled, and he hadn’t permanently hurt his friends. That last thought alone made the hell of the last year worth it.
Elijah didn’t have a clue why the people keeping him had decided to pull him out of his cell all of a sudden, but when they had Blake had told him that he would be getting out of there soon and to just hold on. He had no idea the Mage had meant within a matter of days.
Forcing himself to turn off the water, Elijah exited the shower, reaching for one of the soft towels that hung on the bar and wrapped it around his too-lean hips. He had always been quite thin, only weighing around a hundred and ten pounds at five foot four inches. But now, he just looked plain skinny. Staring into the mirror above the sink, he shivered at his appearance.
His copper hair was only now starting to get its usual shine back after three days of continuous washing. The long locks were in desperate need of a trimming. Thankfully he could already notice the difference from when he first arrived. Elijah had been frightened of his reflection that first night Dmitri had helped him shower. His skin had been shallow and a little grey looking, and his iridescent eyes that normally stood out because, well they were freaky iridescent eyes that nobody had, had appeared flat and lifeless.
He groaned at the memory of Dmitri holding him in the shower as he soaped up his skin, the feel of the Wolf’s hands on him had been wonderful, and yet a curse. Both of them had been naked and wet, their bodies sliding against one another, and Elijah had been too out of it to appreciate it.
He did now though as his cock jerked at the memory, even if he was unwilling to get close to the wolf.
Elijah felt dirty and used. What would an amazing man like that want with someone like him? He was also keeping a secret of epic proportions, one he was afraid to reveal. What would the others think if they found out he wasn’t what they thought he was? Would Dmitri still want him if he knew just how defective he really was? Unlikely.
After the first time Blake had controlled him, he had snuck to see Elijah when the guards were busy. Blake had told him that he wasn’t human— a shock, but given his freaky eyes, not that unexpected— and that Potestas could never know. Well that was easy, because he didn’t even fucking know. When he had asked Blake what he was, the Mage had refused to tell him saying that he couldn’t take the risk that Potestas would find out they had control of something like him.
Something like him.
Those words had echoed around his mind ever since. The familiar frustrations that formed in the pit of his stomach reared its ugly head. Elijah wanted to know what he was, had resented the other man for not telling him. And he hated that he was keeping it from the very people who had saved him, but he had no way of knowing what their reaction might be. Elijah still wasn’t sure if Blake’s horror was strictly for the reason that Potestas had him, or if some of it had to do with what he was.
Fuck, he had a lot of baggage. Why would Dmitri even want a mate like him? Surely he could do better.
Squinting at his reflection, Elijah cursed up a storm. “I’m just fucking weak is what I am. A waste of space.” Elijah’s laugh was bitter. “I sure as hell don’t deserve a mate.”
The anger that simmered within him made itself known. It was like a living, breathing thing underneath his skin that was restless, desperately trying to claw to the surface. It had never been this bad before, though.
Elijah’s breath came in quick bursts and he watched in horror as the iridescent colouring of the iris suddenly bled out into the whites, dominating the orb. What the fuck! The small, round pupils slowly morphed into thin vertical slits and his vision went into hyperdrive. So many colours, so many angles. Gasping and rearing back in shock, Elijah didn’t have enough time to steady himself as he tripped over his own feet. Crashing backward and into edge of the bath, Elijah’s vision swam, a mixture of tiny little black dots and tears. Frightened and panicked, he tried to get back quickly, pressing his hand against the wound that had begun bleeding. Only as he pushed up his balance was off, which resulted in him slipping on the bath mat, sending him flying back again.
Oh, shit!
Elijah didn’t even feel the second hit to his head as he fell, blacking out on impact.
