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DADDY'S IMMORTAL VIRGIN
by
Christa Wick
SMASHWORDS EDITION
* * * * *
PUBLISHED BY:
Pomegranate Girl on Smashwords
Copyright © 2011 by Christa Wick
Cover art licensed from and © romancenovelcovers.com
EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT - ALL CHARACTERS 18
AND OVER
Use of licensed images is for illustrative
purposes only and does not imply the model’s endorsement of or
participation in any or similar activities contained in this work
of fiction.
Smashwords Edition License Notes
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other people. If you would like to share this book with another
person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you
share it with. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it,
or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return
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respecting the author's work.
General License Notes
No part of this document may be reproduced,
retransmitted or otherwise redistributed in any form or by any
means, electronic or mechanical, including by photocopying,
facsimile transmission, recording, re-keying, or using any
information storage and retrieval system without written permission
from its author. Reading this e-book without first purchasing a
license to do so is illegal and subject to heavy fines.
This book is not for sale to libraries and
may only be lent under the terms of service of an authorized
distributor (e.g. Kindle and Nook, 14-day, one time lending program
of purchased copies).
**********
DADDY'S IMMORTAL VIRGIN
**********
There were five of them -- weak for their
kind but still stronger than any human. Desperate, they threw their
bodies against the boarded up windows and doors of the house we
sheltered in. With each hit, they shrieked in hunger and pain.
Their attack was uncoordinated, the need for human blood driving
any rational thought from their minds. Had they stuck to one entry,
attacking in turns, they could have entered en masse and my
stepfather Ray and I would have died in that house, our corpses
turned to bloodless husks, our limbs torn and littering the wooden
floor.
As it was, they entered one by one through
different rooms, enough time passing between their breaches for Ray
to deliver a true death to the intruder and brace for the next
attack. Machete in hand, Ray moved like the ex Navy SEAL he was.
Blade met neck, head separated from body, one more bloodsucker
down.
Except for that last one, the one that was
smart enough to hold back just a fraction of a second longer while
its companion burst into the room through a shattered window and
lunged at Ray. That left Ray with his back exposed to an open
bedroom door.
Once those fuckers get their teeth into you,
it's all over. Your will evaporates, overwhelmed by some kind of
paralyzing ecstasy. I'd seen it happen to my mom when the outbreak
was just a week old. My half-brother Mike was dead before the end
of the first month. Whether it was family, neighbors, or strangers
we saw on the road as everyone fled Dallas, the bite had the same
effect. The victim immediately stopped fighting and started
moaning, but not in the oh-God-I'm-dying way. Some of them started
stroking themselves...down there. Mom did.
So did Daddy Ray when that last one got its
teeth into him.
The machete dropped to the floor. His eyes
glazed over and his head lulled back, exposing more of his throat.
One hand cupped his cock, which had gone instantly hard and was
bulging against his zipper.
That was all in the first five seconds before
I unfroze from the panic that gripped me and scooped up the
machete. Vampires are most vulnerable when they are feeding. This
one was no exception. Mouth locked on Ray's neck, he stared at me
with one baleful yellow eye that flashed silver when the light hit
it. He kept on sucking while I stepped behind him and raised the
machete over my head. The thing had time
by
Christa Wick
SMASHWORDS EDITION
* * * * *
PUBLISHED BY:
Pomegranate Girl on Smashwords
Copyright © 2011 by Christa Wick
Cover art licensed from and © romancenovelcovers.com
EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT - ALL CHARACTERS 18
AND OVER
Use of licensed images is for illustrative
purposes only and does not imply the model’s endorsement of or
participation in any or similar activities contained in this work
of fiction.
Smashwords Edition License Notes
This ebook is licensed for your personal
enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to
other people. If you would like to share this book with another
person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you
share it with. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it,
or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return
to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for
respecting the author's work.
General License Notes
No part of this document may be reproduced,
retransmitted or otherwise redistributed in any form or by any
means, electronic or mechanical, including by photocopying,
facsimile transmission, recording, re-keying, or using any
information storage and retrieval system without written permission
from its author. Reading this e-book without first purchasing a
license to do so is illegal and subject to heavy fines.
This book is not for sale to libraries and
may only be lent under the terms of service of an authorized
distributor (e.g. Kindle and Nook, 14-day, one time lending program
of purchased copies).
**********
DADDY'S IMMORTAL VIRGIN
**********
There were five of them -- weak for their
kind but still stronger than any human. Desperate, they threw their
bodies against the boarded up windows and doors of the house we
sheltered in. With each hit, they shrieked in hunger and pain.
Their attack was uncoordinated, the need for human blood driving
any rational thought from their minds. Had they stuck to one entry,
attacking in turns, they could have entered en masse and my
stepfather Ray and I would have died in that house, our corpses
turned to bloodless husks, our limbs torn and littering the wooden
floor.
As it was, they entered one by one through
different rooms, enough time passing between their breaches for Ray
to deliver a true death to the intruder and brace for the next
attack. Machete in hand, Ray moved like the ex Navy SEAL he was.
Blade met neck, head separated from body, one more bloodsucker
down.
Except for that last one, the one that was
smart enough to hold back just a fraction of a second longer while
its companion burst into the room through a shattered window and
lunged at Ray. That left Ray with his back exposed to an open
bedroom door.
Once those fuckers get their teeth into you,
it's all over. Your will evaporates, overwhelmed by some kind of
paralyzing ecstasy. I'd seen it happen to my mom when the outbreak
was just a week old. My half-brother Mike was dead before the end
of the first month. Whether it was family, neighbors, or strangers
we saw on the road as everyone fled Dallas, the bite had the same
effect. The victim immediately stopped fighting and started
moaning, but not in the oh-God-I'm-dying way. Some of them started
stroking themselves...down there. Mom did.
So did Daddy Ray when that last one got its
teeth into him.
The machete dropped to the floor. His eyes
glazed over and his head lulled back, exposing more of his throat.
One hand cupped his cock, which had gone instantly hard and was
bulging against his zipper.
That was all in the first five seconds before
I unfroze from the panic that gripped me and scooped up the
machete. Vampires are most vulnerable when they are feeding. This
one was no exception. Mouth locked on Ray's neck, he stared at me
with one baleful yellow eye that flashed silver when the light hit
it. He kept on sucking while I stepped behind him and raised the
machete over my head. The thing had time
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