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  Crossroads Coven: Sex, Blood, and

  Rock ‘n’ Roll

  When Prince Julius's coven is destroyed by an arch enemy, he is devastated by the loss of six of his beloved family. The members of Crossroads Coven are unlike many of their kind. They love sex, they need blood…but none see the need to kill for it when they can party instead. They prefer love not war.

  Julius is betrayed and his tavern destroyed. He must save the survivors, who are the loves of his eternal life. At his temporary new home, he has to think of a way to outwit and defeat his enemies. He finds the ninth member of his inner circle, the one who will release his formidable demon in its final form, giving him the edge against Theo, who has been a thorn in his side since he was first converted over two thousand years ago.

  Now, it's time to remove that thorn, once and for all, and protect Crossroads Coven.

  Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 51,945 words

  CROSSROADS COVEN: SEX,

  BLOOD, AND ROCK ’N’ ROLL

  Jools Louise

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  CROSSROADS COVEN: SEX, BLOOD, AND ROCK ’N’ ROLL

  Copyright © 2017 by Jools Louise

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-294-1

  First Publication: April 2017

  Cover design by Harris Channing

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  DEDICATION

  I had fun writing this one, a raunchy little number—as always—with lots of sex scenes and a ton of vampire action. Thanks to all my readers, for continuing to support me. Enjoy the ride!

  Xx JL xX

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I’m fast approaching fifty and loving every minute of getting older, and somewhat wiser, doing something I absolutely love. I gave up a steady job to take the plunge to be a writer full-time, and despite being poorer, I’m happier than I ever was working nine to five!

  I live in a beautiful part of northwest England, near the Lake District. The sea is only a mile away, the mountains on my doorstep, and I live a much simpler and far more productive life.

  My writing is as varied as my moods, and I hope that I entertain as well as deal with some subjects that provoke thought. I abhor prejudiced and judgmental people, and I try to put that message into my work. We get one life, so live it to the fullest and enjoy what you do…but don’t tell others what they should do, or who they should love, if it doesn’t match your own values. Check out my other work, visit my website, or follow me on Facebook or Twitter. Enjoy! Love without limits. – JL

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Landmarks

  Cover

  CROSSROADS COVEN: SEX,

  BLOOD, AND ROCK ’N’

  ROLL

  JOOLS LOUISE

  Copyright © 2017

  Prologue

  Julius

  I throttled up and felt the kick of power as the sportster between my legs took off like a bullet. Nothing, in my opinion, could beat the throbbing supremacy of a kick-ass motorbike on an open road, the wind in my hair, heading back home to my tavern. I’d been gone for too long, dealing with petty politics at the tri-annual Paranormal Council convention, based in Chicago, discussing all manner of irritations. The only place I had wanted to be was home in Massachusetts with my loved ones. My coven.

  The Harley Iron 883 I rode was the perfect transport for my mood. Mean, fast, and aggressive, it bore none of the fancy bells and whistles and chrome of other bikes. In basic black, it slid like a wraith through the night, a wraith with a throaty growl as she roared along, heading east.

  I sent a message, via my coven’s personal communication system, advising them that I was on my way. I needn’t have bothered. I looked ahead and recognized, even at this distance, three of my closest friends. Senior circle members of my coven, we had been friends and lovers for centuries, and they were a welcome sight after my long journey.

  I sighed with relief, observing their U-turn in my rearview mirror after they sped past me before they moved into formation, in a loose diamond, to the rear. Two directly behind me and one farther back, guarding our asses. Smiling, I began to enjoy the ride even more and felt my excitement kick in at what was in store. Soon, I would be cock-deep inside my sexy coven, and I really couldn’t wait.

  Chapter One

  Julius

  My coven was hard at it, their conquests making known their fondness for being pleasured, in various places, throughout the club. The Crossroads Tavern housed a perfectly normal bar upstairs, catering to our more human clientele, mostly biker types and their groupies with a live band on the weekends and various open mike nights throughout the month. Here, below stairs, in the depths of the basement, was where the real fun went on. Downstairs it was a case of a sexual free-for-all, by invitation only, until everyone was sated, with free drinks for all the attendees as my coven took sustenance from their temporary partners.

  My coven consisted of twenty-six vampires, with a core of seven who were the heart and soul of the coven, plus me. I was just over three thousand years old and the eldest. The youngest was barely two hundred and twenty-one, although I had been friends and lovers with some of my core members for centuries longer. Aaron, the youngest, had been converted two hundred years before, after a mob had threatened to roast him over an open fire. He’d still died, since he was now a vampire, but he now lived an eternal existence, so technically I had saved his life. He would be forever young, never aging, and had a lot to learn before he matured enough to be as powerful as my more senior members.

  My cock was twitching restlessly as I walked through my club, my nostrils quivering at the intoxicating scent of sex heavy in the air. I viewed nearly fifty specially selected humans, attached to my vampires and indulging in various sexual acts. The l
ow throb of a bass guitar rippled over the speakers, piped through from the club upstairs, adding to the sexy ambience. Low, sultry vocals sang about love and loss as my coven played. I paused, watching one young woman, her pale blonde hair damp with sweat, bouncing gleefully upon my commander’s thick, black cock. Her hefty tits jiggled with each movement of her generous hips, her body facing forward, her soft thighs spread wide as she took Mercer’s large dick inside her damp pussy over and over. The contrast of his ebony rod sinking between her quivering pink nether lips had my cock surging against the fastenings of my pants in recognition of the gorgeous sight.

  “Sire,” Mercer said, smiling seductively at me, his big brown hands parting his companion’s thighs wider, displaying her puffy pink cunt to perfection as he skewered her repeatedly. “This beauty is eager to try all that we have to offer,” he said, inviting me to join in the fun. He sent me a silent message, informing me that she was one who had been asking questions about our coven, and I narrowed my eyes.

  I read her thoughts, tunneling into her brain. I saw her history, saw the desperation that had led her to act for an old nemesis of mine. I felt sorry for her…and decided to forgive her actions, especially since she had been tricked into coming here. Spying was something every coven did, so it was not a new thing. Most of the vampire princes checked on their neighbors as a matter of course. This little human female, though, was someone I felt could be a welcome addition to our number since she had been coerced to spy on us, and Mercer had obviously thought to kick-start the inauguration proceedings. There was something about her, some innate goodness that I immediately warmed to. Since Mercer obviously agreed, and I trusted his judgment in such matters, I gave him a slight nod, and a smile, then turned my attention to the blonde.

  I stepped forward, noting the dazed look of bliss on the woman’s face. Mercer’s smile widened as I licked his lips. I placed my mouth against his, kissing him with a fervent hunger as our tongues played together. He tasted of spice and lust, his flavors in my mouth both familiar and exotic. “She’ll be perfect,” I said, nipping at his lower lip. “I’ll take her ass,” I whispered, fingering the woman’s cunt, dipping into the dewy moisture flooding from her. Bringing my fingers up, I shared the sweet taste with my commander, sucking with erotic purpose. Her cries of approval rippled from her soft lips, her head falling back against Mercer’s broad shoulder, and he nuzzled at her soft neck, whispering into her ear what was about to happen. She looked up at me, licked her lips, and nodded, her body slick with sweat, her expression one of growing excitement. She showed no fear, only a healthy curiosity and a willingness to accept a second partner. I kissed her swollen lips gently, thanking her for her trust.

  I reached for my belt, loosening it and letting my black jeans drop to my ankles, leaving my rigid cock bare, taut with need for a good fucking. Mercer lifted his prize, turning her to face him, finding her mouth with his as he lowered her back onto his dick. He held her steady, leaving her rear entrance unguarded for my pleasure, the tiny pink hole beckoning. Her rosebud looked well fucked already and had a little cream oozing from it, proving she had been pleasured at least once already in that area. Mercer aided me by grabbing her ass and parting her cheeks. She moved restlessly, clutching at his shoulders, her mouth fused to his as he placed two thumbs to her little star, opening her for me.

  I probed her with two fingers, up to the first knuckle. She was warm and moist, and I began fucking her ass vigorously with my fingers, sensing her readiness. She let out a sharp cry at my first intrusion then whimpered incoherently, begging for more. Mercer lay back against the wide seat, raising her pale ass a little to give me a better angle. I slapped one tempting cheek, enjoying the sight of my handprint on her giving flesh and then repeated the action on the other side. She bucked and turned her head, staring at me pleadingly. Placing one booted foot up on the bench, I positioned my cock and then surged inside.

  I groaned at the exquisite pleasure as her tight chute surrounded me with searing heat, the glide of my flesh inside her smooth and moist, aided by the natural lube previously deposited there. Grabbing for the woman’s hips, I felt my claws extend, digging into the soft flesh, marking the white skin as my inner demon roared out its triumph. My fangs extended, and I threw back my head, unleashing my triumph as I began to fuck the blonde’s tight little asshole. She showed her approval, thrusting her hips back at me, driving me deeper still.

  Mercer moved to my rhythm, fucking upward into his prize as I fucked down, the two of us moving fast and hard, pounding into her giving flesh with almost brutal force. She gasped and whimpered, begging for yet more. I grabbed one of her luscious tits, fondling the ample mound and kneading it firmly. I marked her flesh with the sharp points at the ends of my fingers, drawing blood as I raked her bounteous bosom. She bucked against me, urging me onward, showing an unfettered excitement that egged me on to even harder thrusting. Mercer lifted her up, latching onto her breast, sucking at the bloody furrows marring her smooth skin. She moaned helplessly, her head thrashing from side to side as he drew hard on her tender nipple.

  Mercer gave a groan of tortured ardor, and I felt him buck upward erratically, smelling the aroma of fresh cum as he spurted deep into the blonde’s cunt. I roared again, hissing as my cock thickened, my balls drawing up in readiness, and then I spewed my hot seed deep into the clenching hole that milked me so willingly. I heard a scream of ecstasy and felt the woman’s ass clutch at my cock like a vise as she came. Striking before she realized what was happening, I lunged forward, sinking my sharp fangs deep into her damp neck. Her blood surged over my tongue, flooding my mouth with its warm, metallic taste. She screamed again, bucking against me in a mindless frenzy of desire. Her reaction lengthened my orgasm, and it was a few seconds before I was able to collect myself. I sagged, my demon relaxing as it retreated.

  My hunger sated, my sex now limp, I eased from the female, stroking her back gently as I disengaged my fangs and cock from her warm body. I turned her dazed face to mine and kissed her precious lips, sharing her own blood with her, then nipped my lip, blending our life forces as my blood mixed with hers.

  “She will be a welcome addition to our ranks, should she choose to join,” I murmured to Mercer, who panted from his sexual exertions, his dark skin slick with sweat. He smiled, looking pleased. In effect, I had just begun the first stage of a conversion, one which could, if the female chose, convert her to being a vampire and joining our coven. I would enjoy pleasuring her again.

  “Sire, thank you, sire,” Mercer said, taking hold of my hand and kissing my knuckles deferentially.

  I nodded, and we shared a sexy three-way kiss with the blonde, stroking her soft curves, tweaking her rosy nipples, and enjoying the sweet taste of her blood between us as we took turns sipping from the twin puncture marks in her neck.

  After a while I reluctantly stepped away from the pair, and dragged my pants back up my legs, making my way slowly toward the bar area. The night was young, the club was buzzing, and I was amped up after my first feed following three weeks of intense fasting. It was time to get back to business.

  Chapter Two

  Charles

  I stared across the dim club, my cock surging against my jeans despite myself. I was not here to party or to have sex. I had important business here. I was not immune, however, to seeing my favorite vampire, Prince Julius Markham III, fucking some blonde strumpet’s ass while his commander up-fucked her pussy. The sight of Julius’s hard cock, its hue a passionate red, had been erotic as hell as the vampire drove it between the blonde’s pale cheeks, her cries of pleasure tinkling above the noise in the recreation chamber as she was fucked by Julius and his big commander. Julius’s silver hair had obscured his face at first as he concentrated on skewering the blonde’s hole, and then he had thrown his head back, screaming out his triumph, his expression pure sexual bliss. His dark eyes had glittered with lust, his movements primal as he brought the blonde to her peak.

  I’d had half a mind
to join in, wanting to sink my dick deep into Julius’s tight little ass as he fucked the blonde. As I watched him walk gracefully toward me, I was reminded of our last encounter, and my cock pushed painfully against my jeans. Julius was a vampire who was both powerful and deadly, and I had met him during an investigation by the Paranormal Council. I had thought myself immune from such things as sexual flings, but the lure of Julius’s body had been too much to resist. I had spent several hours with my body wrapped in Julius’s arms as we fucked one another with a relentless passion that I had thought assuaged with that one, perfect night. I allowed myself to enjoy my memories before focusing on the task at hand. I was here for a reason.

  Relaxing against the bar, I waited. Soon, despite my important reason for being here, I fully intended to be balls deep again inside Julius’s sexy ass. My hunger was as voracious as ever. I ignored the fact that I would soon be considered a traitor to Julius, by betraying him in the worst way. I had no choice. I had a job to do, and now that I had begun my mission, I could not stop the events that would follow. In order to move up in the ranks of the vampire world, sometimes a guy had to sacrifice a few things along the way. That was the way it had to be. I would not be a lackey for long. I had plans to be somebody. At any cost.

  * * * *

  Julius

  I came to an abrupt stop as I spied a familiar individual propping himself up at the bar. Charles had returned. I studied him intently, seeing his big body encased in dark jeans, a soft dark T-shirt, and a black leather biker jacket. Charles was six feet three inches tall to my five feet nine, and I felt a renewed sense of trepidation and a twinge of excitement as I took note of the huge bulge at his crotch. He appeared to be excited to see me. Unless the ambiance of the club was turning him on. Charles’s medium brown skin showed his mixed Creole-Caribbean ancestry, his brown eyes speckled with gold. Right now he was staring at me with a slightly knowing smirk on his lips, and I instantly remembered when I’d last seen him. Despite myself, I flushed at the memories racing through my brain.