Meant as a prequel to the Sons of Navarus series, Vampire Dreams Revamped is bigger, longer, and hotter than the original novella. Revisit the world of Brandon, Arden, and Vasilije and meet new characters too!
A vampire for hundreds of years, Brandon Ridley is surrounded by others of his kind who enjoy their world to the fullest. Orgies, debauchery, and sensual delights leave him empty, though. What he wants is that one woman who will share his life.
Homeless and without any family, Arden Stephens must live on the streets of mid 19th century London, never a safe place for a young woman. One night, as she is running for her life from an attacker, she is rescued by Brandon and offered a place in his home as his maid. Brandon is enchanted by Arden from the moment they meet and yearns to make her one of his kind.
Nightly, he visits her in her sleep, preparing her for the night he will finally make her his own. For Arden, the wanton dreams she has about her handsome employer seduce her and each day when she wakes up, she finds herself more drawn to him. But love and desire aren't enough for Brandon to sire her. He must first obtain the approval of his own sire, an ancient vampire named Vasilije who has thwarted his chance for happiness before.
But if Brandon can convince him, he may finally find the love he's been without for centuries.
Brandon Ridley stood on the front steps of his sire's eighteenth century home waiting for the butler to answer. He shuffled his weight back and forth, impatient to get this evening done and over with. Since the night Vasilije had sired him, he'd been one of the few of his vampires to be required to stay nearby, basically at his beck and call at all times. Vasilije called it being one of his favorites. He called it burdensome on the best of nights.
As the door opened, an elderly gentleman with a full head of steel grey hair peered around it and smiled. "Mr. Ridley, sir, it's a pleasure to see you. The master is expecting you."
Walking past him, Brandon smiled in return. "Thank you, Stanton. How are you this evening?"
He noted the weary look on his face and wondered what Vasilije's poor butler had been put through that night. A strait-laced Victorian man, he was for sure an odd fit with the most hedonistic pleasure seeker Brandon had ever encountered.
"I am fine, sir. The master is in his parlor with his guests. May I take your coat?"
Shaking his head, Brandon patted the man on the shoulder. "No, I don't plan on staying, Stanton. But thank you all the same."
"As you wish, sir."
The sweet smell of incense and opium hung in the air, and Brandon had to steady himself against the wood paneled wall outside the parlor as the heady fragrance hit him. It was going to be one of those nights.
One step into the room confirmed this. The sounds of some exotic melody floated softly through the air from an instrument foreign to Brandon, mixing with the smoke and erotic smell of sex that permeated the parlor. On the red velvet sofa near the fireplace, his sire sat as if he held court with half a dozen naked women and men surrounding him. As he spoke, they hung on every word. Brandon didn't recognize any of them and studied each to determine whether they were vampire or human.
Or something else. One never knew at Vasilije's.
"Brandon! Come! Sit next to me."
All six heads turned to see who had so easily supplanted them, and Brandon saw by the looks on their faces that they were disappointed. Dressed in his usual proper attire, he looked more like a solicitor than a reveler at the night's debauchery. As he took his place on the sofa next to Vasilije, they were dismissed with the mere wave of a hand and walked away sulking to find their own enjoyment.
"We started without you," Vasilije said with a grin as he caressed his tongue over the razor sharp tips of his fangs.
"That's quite all right. Did I miss anything?"
His sire arched one eyebrow and leveled a penetrating stare at him. "You'd miss everything if it weren't for me, Brandon. You'd stay in that dreary house of yours with those dreary servants and drink your port. You're a vampire, not some boring widower waiting to die. Why don't you act like it?"
"Hello, Brandon. It's so nice to meet you."
When she spoke, he heard her fear and wondered if she was as jaded as all the other willing participants at the party. It hadn't occurred to him that as she stood there naked staring down at him that she wasn't there of her own free will.
"Violet, don't be frightened. We can just sit here if you'd like."
To be honest, after sitting in the middle of a room full of vampires fucking, he wanted much more than to merely sit with her, but the fear he was sure was present in her voice made him want to take care of her. Vasilije would be disappointed, to be sure, but he'd get over it.
Without answering, she pushed him back onto the floor and slid down his body. Her lips covered his cock and whatever fear he'd thought she'd felt vanished as she took him into her mouth and sucked gently as her tongue flicked the head. Zings of pleasure raced through his cock and balls, exciting him even more. Her mouth made him forget he was surrounded by a dozen or so others and he let himself go, reveling in the delight of being satisfied by another.
Each stroke up and down inched him closer to release, and this human woman he'd just met moments earlier and would probably never see again became the center of his world for those few minutes she was between his legs. Her tongue worshipped his cock expertly, taking his body to heights he had forgotten existed in his loneliness. As his desire raced toward the finish line, she grasped the base of his cock and milked him as her cunt would have if he were inside her as she sucked him to that final moment of ecstasy. He pulled her to him, holding the back of her head, as she took everything he had without a whimper. Exhausted, but wanting to give something back to the one who'd given him so much, he pulled her up so her face was level with his and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Thank you, Violet, for making me forget."
Silently, she turned her head and moved her hair aside, exposing her neck to him. After giving him such pleasure, she wanted to give him even more.
"No, that's not necessary," he said as he gently turned her to face him.
Big blue eyes stared back at him with a look of hurt in them. "Vasilije said you would like that. You don't?"
"I do, but let me give you something."
Violet put her hand on his chest and shook her head. "No. I'm only allowed to give you what you need. He was quite clear about that."
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