The Vampire Prince: The Moretti Blood Brothers, #1

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Author: Juliette N. Banks

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ABOUT JULIETTE

Juliette is an indie paranormal romance author who has taken the genre by storm with her popular vampire series The Moretti Blood Brothers. She launched her first book in January 2021 and now has seven steamy novels, across two series, which readers read faster than she can write.

Juliette has a vast background in consumer marketing and has previously published with Random House. She lives in Auckland, New Zealand with Tilly, her Maine Coon kitty, and all her book boyfriends.

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To my writing assistant, Tilly. Without your furry little face popping up to remind me to eat, pee, sleep, and feed you, I probably would have been found in a state of rigor mortis with my fingers stuck to the keyboard.

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CHAPTER ONE

Willow leaned on the counter and slowly counted to ten.

She’d been waiting for the sonographer for over thirty minutes. It was seven in the evening, and as the only person in the waiting room, it wasn’t clear why she was having to wait so long.

Her patience was dwindling.

Tap, tap, tap.

Her subtle attempt at getting the absent receptionist’s attention wasn’t working. This was the last place she felt like being; however, she’d injured her ankle over a month ago, and regular treatments weren’t working, so her osteopath had sent her for an ultrasound.

She didn’t have a problem with ultrasounds; the problem was the time taken out of her day. With multiple deadlines due, Willow was still learning how to balance her own needs over her well-paying but demanding clients in her new media relations business.

When she’d discovered the clinic was open late, she’d booked a six-thirty appointment hoping to be home by seven where she could heat leftovers and dive back into work.

Yet here she stood thirty minutes later, still waiting. She’d browsed Facebook, put hearts on all the Instagram posts, and sent out a tweet.

Excuse me, she called out as politely as she could. Hello!

The receptionist who had greeted her earlier popped her face around the corner. She held her phone in her hand and looked annoyed at the interruption.

Willow inwardly sighed. The girl was probably making a tick tock, or whatever the kids called it these days. Not that she was old, but yeah, it wasn’t her thing.

Can I help you?

Sorry to disturb you—no, I’m not—How much longer will the wait be?

Chest heaving, the girl didn’t even attempt to hide her annoyance. She walked to her computer and began tapping away with some barely contained huffs. They both squinted as headlights from a large SUV pulled up onto the sidewalk. Willow covered her eyes and looked away.

Let me see, the girl said once whoever was driving had turned the headlights off. He should be available soon. We had a delay earlier, which created a backlog.

Willow ground her teeth.

Oh.

She forced a small smile to her lips, then returned to her seat where she imagined how the conversation could have gone.

Why in the hell didn’t you tell me, then I could have rescheduled?

Oh, he won’t be long. It’s only half an hour.

That’s my decision to make. You took that decision from me.

Lady, chill out.

Don’t tell me to chill, you tick tocking—

Oh, they’re back, the receptionist said, interrupting her hypothetical argument—which she was winning, by the way.

She was winning.

Willow looked out at the big men who had exited the SUV.

Who are they?

The men were all dressed in black. Their attire should have made them look like thugs with all that leather and denim, but there was an air of wealth about them. Perhaps it was the big SUV, the quality of their clothes, or the chunky, shiny watches on their wrists.

One thing was for sure—they were all ridiculously good looking, as if they’d stepped off a movie set. Rough but polished.

I don’t know. For the past few weeks, they’ve shown up religiously every night before heading upstairs to the medical rooms.

Then they did just that. All six of the men walked in a tight group, gathering around one dark-haired man as if they were secret service. Willow wondered if he was a celebrity or politician hoping for anonymity. Or perhaps she watched too much television.

What kind of treatment do they do upstairs? Cosmetic? It was a wild guess, but why else would you sneak in for treatment late at night so regularly.

The girl looked away from the testosterone-loaded view and shrugged.

That’s just the thing; no one really knows. Recently they’ve been working late into the night. It’s weird.

Willow stood to watch their progress, taking in their long, confident strides. Outside, the sky had grown dark, but streetlights poured golden light around the area, offering good visibility.

She’d been right—they were all extremely attractive, each of them taller than the average man, with broad shoulders, thick necks, and solid thighs.

Perhaps they’re security?

Hmm, who knows? the girl mumbled as her finger swiped across her phone screen.

Pretty hot security if they are, she added with a small grin, despite losing her audience.

Suddenly, one man turned his head and looked directly at her. Her heart began pounding in her chest, racing as she stepped back, gasping.

Silver, ethereal-looking eyes seemed to hold her on the spot. His eyes narrowed, yet his gaze didn’t feel threatening. As they continued to stare, she felt her body and face heat unexpectedly.

What?

What?

The spell broken, Willow’s eyes flicked to the receptionist.

What? Willow asked back.

Oh, sorry. I thought you said something.

She looked back at the man whose eyes stayed on her a moment longer before he turned to the man standing next to him and laughed casually, totally carrying on with his life.

Which was fine. Except she was suddenly overcome with a strange and irrational feeling of loss.

Willow Thompson-Davies?

She turned abruptly and found the sonographer standing with an iPad in his hand, greeting her.

Are you okay?

Willow blinked. Yes. Oh, yes, I was just...never mind. Hello.

I’m Mark. Sorry for the wait; it has been one of those crazy days, he said with a grin that had the power to melt panties.

She grabbed her purse and followed him through to the treatment room, wondering if she was being pranked by a relaunch of Candid Camera.

She could just see it.

Now we see Willow being greeted by the male stripper posing as a medical practitioner. She does not know the men outside will join him in a moment and do a Magic Mike routine.

Now, let’s get your pants off.

Willow’s mouth fell open. Mark grinned again and nodded to the door on her left. Pop right in there and change into the scrubs.

Her face flamed as she began mumbling words which were not of the English language.

I really need to get laid.

Clearly her mind was in the gutter, and judging by the handsome man’s grin, he was enjoying her discomfort.

Thirty minutes later, she followed him back to the reception. Her eyes immediately glanced outside and found her silver-eyed man and one other leaning against a power pole. She hadn’t stopped thinking about him during her appointment. The absence of his eyes had left an icy shiver throughout her body that she’d been unable to shake.

He was beautiful, in a dark and dominant way. His hair was black with waves that fell just below his ears, and he had a strong, masculine jaw. Even from here, she could see he hadn’t shaved recently, which gave him that sexy edge women loved. She was one of them.

The jacket he wore only emphasized his muscular upper body, and as he dug his hand into his jean pocket, his T-shirt and pants separated just enough to expose an inch of silky olive skin.

She licked her lips unconsciously. His head turned. She couldn’t breathe. He held her stare for a moment, then glanced between her and Mark.

She whipped her head around as Mark spoke. He was leaning flirtatiously against the counter beside her, smirking.

I will send the results to your osteopath tomorrow afternoon. They’ll call you and talk through them.

So, you can’t tell me anything? she asked again, trying her luck.

He shook his head. My expertise is in taking the images. I leave the diagnosis up to your specialist.

Not even a hint? She smiled and lowered her eyelashes. It had been years since she’d flirted, so she must have looked like she had something stuck in her eye.

He laughed, confirming her suspicion, and shoved a piece of paper in her hand. Not even a hint. Now be gone with you.

Fine. She laughed, and with one last glance at the receptionist, she hoisted her handbag onto her shoulder and stepped out the door.

Like all street-smart women, Willow pretended not to look at the darkly clad men, but she couldn’t help herself. The second man was also large and muscular, but an inch or two shorter. He had a very predatory way in which he held himself, which gave off a dangerous vibe the silver-eyed man didn’t have. Or at least not as much. She was certain they were military or security of some kind.

The closer she got to them, unable to reach her vehicle any other way, the louder her heart thumped in her chest.

Around her, businesses were turning off their lights, closing for the evening, but the area was lit by nearby streetlights, so she felt safe enough.

The men may be supersized—and my God, they were, from their heads to their hands, legs, and arms—but that didn’t make them dangerous. Heck, she was a sucker for bulging biceps. Usually. Today, her inner voice told her to be wary.

A few steps away now, and she felt a zing rush through her. A ringtone broke the silent tension as Who Let the Dogs Out filled the night air.

Willow glanced at the man with the silver eyes, and her heart skipped a beat as the corner of his lips twitched. His friend answered his phone and took a few steps away. Silver Eyes stepped away from the pole and watched her. It wasn’t a threatening move, yet it made her tense.

I won’t hurt you, he said.

No. You won’t, she replied, deliberately looking directly into his eyes in warning.

His smile grew, softening his strong jawline and sending warm shivers through her body. Warmth that had no place being there.

Good girl.

God, he was gorgeous. He was just the right amount of bad boy with a spoonful of class. Now that she was closer, she could see just how well his jeans fit, and that his leather jacket was clearly designer. Before she could help herself, a blush hit her cheeks, and she gave him a shy smile.

Damn traitorous body.

Her blush spread its way down her face, across her chest, and descended to her core.

What is wrong with me?

She felt an unreasonable need for him to reach out and touch her. To touch him back.

If I could just run my fingers over those biceps and through his hair.

Willow scrunched her eyes closed at her desperation. She’d never reacted to a man like this so quickly. God, she needed to get laid.

Maybe if she hadn’t been distracted, she would have seen them and been able to avoid the group of kids on skateboards that came flying around the corner. When she attempted to dodge them, she cursed in embarrassment as her ankle gave out. Arms flailing in the air, Willow began to fall, her head hitting the trash can and...

Am I flying?

Large hands caught her and placed her gently on her feet, holding her steady.

You okay?

They both looked around at the kids who were rapidly calling out apologies and wisely hightailing it out of there.

Shaking, Willow took a deep breath and ran her hands over her body to make sure her pants weren’t ripped.

Shit, thank you, she said, rubbing the back of her head. There would be a nice lump there soon. How did you catch me so fast?

He shrugged. I work out.

No kidding, she replied without thinking.

He let out a little laugh as Willow wobbled on her ankle and stepped out of his hold.

Seriously though, thank you. God, I’ll probably need another stupid ultrasound. Willow glanced over at the clinic and cringed. The sonographer was still leaning over the counter, chatting. When she turned back, she found those silver eyes narrowed at her.

Did that man harass you? I’ll—

No. Nothing like that, she replied quickly, surprised by his response. It was just a long wait, and I’m impatient.

He nodded, looking unconvinced.

She wobbled some more. Hey, listen, I better put this on ice. Thanks for catching me. Willow gave him a grateful smile, straightened her handbag, and began limping away.

Wait, he told her, barking out the order and surprising her again. You can’t drive like that.

He had a point. She could feel her ankle swelling and her head beginning to pound. Her house was only a few minutes’ drive away, but it was still unsafe for her to be behind the wheel.

Willow looked around, considering how safe it would be to leave her car if she ordered an Uber.

Sure, I’ll... She turned, swayed, and once again, the man steadied her.

Let me give you a ride home.

What? Oh, hell no.

No, that’s not necessary.

Nor was it wise. Her body, despite the accident, felt like a volcano about to erupt in his presence. Every time he spoke, a vibration ran through her.

I’ll book an Uber. Willow pulled out her phone and wrapped an arm around her middle. Despite the inferno raging within her, she could feel the chill of shock setting in.

The other guy ended his phone call.

You saving damsels in distress now? He smirked, then raised an eyebrow as Silver Eyes removed his jacket and laid it over her shoulders.

"I’m giving this damsel in distress a ride home. Give me the keys. He held out his hand and tipped his chin up toward the building in front of them. I’ll be back by the time he’s done."

He? Who was he?

The jacket was warm and had a deliciously masculine scent she wanted to melt into. She let out a little groan, and may have wiggled into it a little. Still, Willow considered herself street smart. She hadn’t survived living in Los Angeles all her life by getting in vehicles with strangers.

I’m not in distress. She shrugged off the jacket and began to hand it back, quietly mourning the loss of the delicious scent.

She would not be accepting his offer of a ride home nor getting in a vehicle with him. He looked like the strong, protective type, but that didn’t mean she could trust him. Or his pecs.

He pushed the jacket back in place. You hit your head and can barely stand up. Let me help you, woman.

Woman?

Oh, so it was like that, was it?

She knew exactly the type of man he was. Protective, yes. But also dominant and bossy. Probably incredible in bed, but a complete control freak outside of it. Unfortunately, she had a love-hate relationship with those kinds of men. They turned her on, but she hated being controlled.

Or have I just never met a man mentally stronger than me?

Like I said, I’ll just book an Uber.

No, you won’t, he growled. Like, an actual growl.

Startled, she looked up from her phone, a chill running through her. What?

Something felt wrong.

It’s not safe, he said.

She narrowed her eyes, glanced at his friend, then laughed to lighten the situation. I don’t even know your name. You’re a stranger. I appreciate you catching my fall, but I am not getting into a car with a stranger late at night.

Okay, so it wasn’t that late, but still. Did this man think she was stupid? This was Los Angeles, for goodness’ sake. Getting into a car with someone who looked like he had a gun stashed in those tight, hot pants was stupid and irresponsible.

I don’t think that’s a gun.

Willow began removing the jacket, but again, he stopped her.

Frank. My name is Frank.

His friend coughed. She glanced at them both with narrowed eyes. "Your name is not Frank." She really hoped she hadn’t just offended him. But seriously, Frank?

Okay, fine, it’s Brayden. Now you know my name, so let me drive you home.

So now you’re just making up names and expect me to jump in your car? No, nope, nada. Not happening. She stepped away, removed his jacket, and looked around for a place to put it.

Bray, what are you doing? Let the human go and let’s wait for Vincent.

Human? And who was Vincent?

He took the jacket from her, gripping her hand while holding her gaze deeply for a moment. Willow felt mesmerized and frozen. Then he turned to his friend.

No. Tell him I will see him tomorrow before the sun comes up. I won’t need the vehicle.

Oh, fuck.

The presumptuous, sexy son of a—

Come, Brayden said, his silver eyes determined as they sparkled in the artificial light.

Her mouth fell open as he reached down and lifted her into his arms with such speed, she never saw it coming.

What are you doing? she gasped.

Close your eyes. His voice was husky as he stared down at her.

Wh—

Close your eyes. It’ll be easier.

She couldn’t explain why she did, but she closed them, and felt her whole universe shake.

CHAPTER TWO

Brayden read the woman’s mind, found her name and address, and then teleported to her property.

Humans didn’t transport well. For most of them, having their DNA broken down and put back together was a first, so it made them feel nauseous.

Very few ever experienced it more than once or twice, since any who learned about the vampire world had their mind wiped or were turned because they were a vampire’s mate. Or on the exceedingly rare occasion, because it served both parties if they joined the race.

He placed Willow on her feet just outside her front door.

What the—

He tilted her chin and transfixed on her pupils. They began to dilate as he spoke.

"I drove us here after you gratefully accepted my help. He grinned. We’ve just walked up to your front door and..." He stopped himself short of telling her she would invite him in. Just.

So basically, he was a saint.

Brayden dropped her chin and waited as her mind rearranged the memories. Slowly, she looked around and up at him. Thank you for the ride home. I appreciate it.

He smiled, amused by the sudden shy blush that hit her cheeks. Her long lashes lowered, standing out against her smooth skin.

Willow was beautiful, her face untouched by surgeons. She wore little makeup, with long brown hair which flowed in layers down her back. His fingers itched to weave through it. Human females didn’t have the same sexual potency that vampires did, yet he found it exceedingly difficult to look away from her. His fingers twitched. He ached to touch her again.

Clenching his fists to stop himself from taking what he wanted, he nodded. My pleasure.

She stepped inside, turned, and stared at him.

Invite me in, Willow. He punched his hands into his jeans’ pockets, spread his legs wide, and waited. He could scent her attraction to him, plus he’d caught snippets of thoughts as he’d tracked her address. Respecting her privacy, he hadn’t lingered for long, but it had sent thrills through his body.

He glanced down at his jacket, and she startled. He had shoved it back into her arms when he’d picked her up.

Oh, here, sorry. She handed it back quickly.

Brayden took the jacket, capturing her hand as he did. He repeated his instruction. Invite me in.

Despite the step she’d climbed to get into the house, he was still staring down into her green eyes. He allowed his dominance to wash over her, and felt his pants tighten as her body quivered.

Willow drew in a shaky breath. Why did your friend call me a human?

Are you not?

She was courageous, questioning him. He was twice her size and could crush her with his hands, not that she knew that. But even if he’d been human, he could have easily overpowered her. A low growl began in his stomach at the thought, and he quickly pushed it down.

She was right not to accept a ride from a stranger. From the moment he’d seen her in the medical center, his body had reacted. Clenched. She drew him to her like a moth to a flame.

Standing next to his second in command with a hard-on for no apparent reason was hard to explain. Not that the guy would care. They’d known each other for a long damn time, and they’d seen each other’s cocks plenty.

Willow’s lips twitched. Of course I’m human. You two are weird.

Without the jacket, he noticed the sun-kissed glow of her skin across her shoulders. Soon, he was going to run his fingers across them on his way down her body.

She was much shorter than his six foot four and would fit under his arm nicely as he folded her against him. He nearly salivated at the thought.

Well, he’s weird. He smiled.

Willow turned, switching on a light. He didn’t need it, his vampire sight allowing him greater visibility in the evening, just as a feline had. She chewed her lip when she turned back to face him.

I want to have sex with you.

Jeez, beat around the bush, why don’t you? She laughed nervously.

I never do. I want you, and the blush on your cheeks tells me you desire me also. He stepped forward, forcing her back.

Brayden didn’t need her permission to enter the house, as many vampire myths portrayed. He’d just hoped she would invite him in.

It didn’t matter. His cock needed to be inside her, and that was that.

The pull was enormous, unlike anything he’d ever encountered. What that meant was probably worth some consideration, but right now, he needed to scratch this unyielding itch.

Yes, she said, placing a hand on his chest, fire erupting from her touch. But I’m not just going to put out.

No? he asked, shutting the door behind them. He took her hand and kissed her palm, enjoying the first taste of her along with the little gasp in the back of her throat.

Willow pulled her hand back and walked into the living room. His eyes burned as he took in her small but supple frame, then he noticed her slight limp.

A few drops of his powerful blood would fix her in a matter of minutes. In fact, it would cure her of any pain or disease she had. It would also trigger the change to becoming a vampire. A small amount wouldn’t complete it, but it would connect them on a blood level, and he wasn’t sure that was a wise idea.

Would you like a drink?

Sure. Just water.

He had no intention to sit around and chat, but he sensed she needed to, so he would accommodate her. For a small amount of time.

Brayden sat at the kitchen counter while she poured the water. She then picked up an apple and bit into it, pouring herself a glass of wine as she chewed. Lastly, she placed a bowl of peanuts between them.

Help yourself.

He took a few to be polite.

I missed dinner, so I’m starving.

He ate a few more.

Nice house.

Thank you. It’s my little oasis.

He really hated human small talk, but he was intrigued by her comment. Her house wasn’t small by LA standards. It was a generous three-bedroom home surrounded by palm trees and a beautiful view out to the ocean.

You work at home?

Yes.

Are you single?

Her eyes widened as she took a long swig of her wine before placing it on the bench. Yes, you?

He smirked. If only she knew who he really was, she would never have asked. Yes.

Vampires didn’t date; they mated. For eternity—if they were lucky enough to meet their lifemate. So no, he didn’t date; he fucked, which had recently lost its appeal.

Until now.

What’s funny?

Brayden stood and walked around the counter.

You’re exquisite. Reaching out, he cupped the side of her face in his hand. How is your head?

It’s fine.

His thumb caressed her cheekbone as the need within him built like a volcano ready to erupt. Can I kiss you?

Why do you keep asking when you intend to just take what you want?

His pants tightened.

Her spunk was amusing, yet he suspected it was a cover for her nerves. Still, he was