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  The Nightlife Moscow

  Published by Travis Luedke

  Copyright 2014 by Travis Luedke

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  Adult Reading Material (17+)

  Contains scenes of graphic sex and violence

  unsuitable for underage readers

  Publications by Travis Luedke

  The Nightlife Series:

  I The Nightlife: New York

  II The Nightlife: Las Vegas

  III The Nightlife: Paris

  IV The Nightlife: London

  V The Nightlife: Moscow

  ~ Stand-alone novels in The Nightlife Series ~

  BLOOD SLAVE

  THE NIGHTLIFE SAN ANTONIO

  BLOOD SLAVE ii 2015 (cOMING SOON)

  Young Adult novels by TW Luedke (Travis Luedke)

  the shepherd

  Other series novels by Travis Luedke

  UPON THIS ROCK 2015 (COMING SOON)

  Description:

  *The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy*

  Vampires Aaron and Michelle have landed in Moscow, on the prowl. In the company of a misfit pack of mercenary werewolves and Urvashi, a fallen angel, the vampires are forced into the violent, decadent underworld of Russian mafia, drugs and blood slaves.

  This time the hunters have become the hunted.

  Dmitri, a Russian vampire billionaire, sends his mafia hit men to the streets, gunning for the wolf pack. Now they must bring the fight to Dmitri and face the ultimate battle for survival.

  Experience the violent, sensual underbelly of Nightlife Moscow, as Aaron and Michelle mix up a wicked blend of sex, chaos, mayhem, and vengeance.

  Get your copy of the latest urban fantasy – paranormal suspense novel from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Travis Luedke.

  Praise for The Nightlife Series:

  “Fast paced, no holds-barred, gripping, gut-wrenching, soul-ripping and most definitely tear-inducing. Perfection!”

  “You know when you see a violent or bloody scene in a movie and you cover your eyes for a couple of seconds until it has past? I caught myself doing that with this book, then I realized that the lines were not going to go away until I read them.”

  “I love that we have strippers, prostitutes, sluts, and Mr. Luedke is unapologetic about it...Nightlife gives it to us in spades.”

  “Mr. Luedke once again showcasing his considerable talent for crafting erotic, action-packed, supernatural thrillers that leave the reader saying “Wow!”

  “A no-holds-barred, easy-to-read romp that mixes fantasy, suspense, horror and erotica, and does it well.”

  Chapter 1

  “Wake up you bloody leech. I need a fucking bite already.”

  Katya’s insistent voice dragged Aaron from a deep, satisfying sleep. She nipped at his ear, a playful imitation of what she expected from him. His eyes opened to her pointy little face framed by dark brown hair that brought out the intense hazel color of her eyes brimming with endless need. For him.

  She sat curled up beside him on the king-sized hotel bed, no shirt or bra. Her dark nipples, rock hard in the evening chill, invited him to taste her delicate flesh. He grinned in satisfaction. He enjoyed Katya’s constant need. Having a beautiful woman waiting to be served as dinner – begging for his taste – inspired a feeling of power. His fingers circled her nipple and her eyes dilated. Her golden gaze flicked to the vampire goddess sleeping at Aaron’s side.

  Katya scrunched up her nose. “Not with Michelle here.”

  He licked his lips, and Katya’s eyes tracked his tongue. He dug past the block in her mind with his telepathic probe. She needed him, like a heroin addict needs a fix. She craved the sensation of his teeth piercing her skin, and the wonders of his venom. Her need floated heavily between them and Aaron’s growing erection pushed up the bed covers.

  His fingers slipped into the waistband of her jeans. “You’re overdressed.” Deftly, he undid the top button of her pants and pulled down the zipper. He slid his fingers past her cotton panties into the soft down of her pubic curls. Juicy goodness met his questing fingers.

  She tried to stop him, her hand on his, but he yanked her down into a hug, bringing her neck into his waiting teeth.

  Instead of fighting him, she growled in his ear. “Yes! That’s what I need. Give it to me, now.” The razor points of his teeth dipped into her neck while his two fingers curled up inside her wet warmth.

  Her pelvis jerked on his hand, and in seconds she began helping him remove her jeans and panties. Without disturbing his deep-seated bite, or his solid grip on her pussy, Katya stripped off her last bit of clothing. She normally didn’t like being intimate around Michelle, regardless of the fact Aaron slept beside his blonde vampire lover daily, but Katya was in no mood to stop.

  Vampire venom, the strongest narcotic known to man, coursed through her body. She shook and moaned in ecstasy. She kicked off his bed covers and gripped his waiting cock. He barely pulled his fingers out of her before she guided him into her slick, hot channel.

  He unclamped his bite as she gushed in orgasm, wetting his balls with her release. “Shite! Damn you, Aaron!” Theirs was a love-hate relationship. She loved his cock and his teeth, couldn’t find the will power to deny him, and hated herself, and him, for it.

  Katya grunted hard and hunched down to grind him deep inside her, pushing him right where she wanted him. She gasped as she found that special spot. Her eyes turned a deep gold, and the scent of her wolf filled the air as the beast prowled just under her skin. He loved that animal quality of her personality, especially when she relaxed and truly enjoyed their rare moments together. Catching one-on-one time with his werewolf bloodslave had become increasingly difficult since their arrival in Moscow two weeks ago.

  Aaron held her hips trapped in place and pounded his cock into Katya, loving the bounce of her breasts as he hit her limit over and over. She was more fragile than his vampire lover, but not by much. Suddenly, cool, pale hands with lacquered, rosy nails slid around Katya from behind to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples. Katya’s confused eyes searched Aaron for a second, looking down at her own chest and the strangeness of this extra set of hands.

  Michelle’s French purr rumbled as she nuzzled into Katya’s neck. “I just love waking up to a fresh meal.” She bit down hard and Katya screamed in hate and ecstasy.

  His bloodslave had made it very clear she was Aaron’s chew toy, Aaron’s alone. But Aaron read Michelle’s hunger clearly in her mind as she slurped up Katya’s rich blood. His vampire lover simply couldn’t keep away from this delicious little wolf.

  Aaron had to admit, Katya tasted far better than the average human. Her stronger, richer blood provided a unique rush of power. He knew there’d be hell to pay for Michelle taking advantage of Katya, but in this moment, balls deep inside her, he didn’t care. The consequences would come soon enough, so he came first.

  Katya keened and rocked. Tears of hate and j
oy ran down her face when Aaron slammed up into her as far as he could and released inside her. Finally she succumbed to the moment, her fist buried in Michelle’s golden locks. “Don’t you stop, bitch! Don’t you dare stop! Bugger me!”

  Aaron relished these few seconds of Katya’s ecstasy, when the walls blocking him out of her mind dropped completely. Vampires venom was the most intense experience humans could have, better than sex, cocaine and heroin all rolled into one. Sharing that experience telepathically delivered a double orgasm, his and hers.

  Michelle stroked her victim lovingly, one hand around her breast and the other down between Katya’s legs, working the sweet little nub of her clit. His bloodslave vibrated and convulsed atop his cock as her non-stop multiple orgasms soaked the both of them. Michelle had made Katya squirt.

  From the look on Katya’s face, and the twitching of her body, Aaron wondered if this experience might break through the barrier of Katya’s resistance. Until now, she had no idea what she’d been missing. Michelle knew a woman’s body far better than Aaron ever could.

  Michelle came up for air, a look of satisfaction on her face. Her hands continued working Katya’s body, grateful for the tasty meal. From the flavor of Michelle’s thoughts, Aaron knew she could have drained Katya dry. Luckily for Katya, Michelle had a rigid set of morals she lived by, and killing her food was definitely against the rules. Michelle had no problem with killing, but she’d seen too much death and chose to handle her feedings with great care. She had been the voice of restraint in Aaron’s ear since she turned him four months ago.

  Michelle released Katya and the bloodslave slumped forward to land face-down on Aaron’s chest. Breathing hard, still twitching around his cock, her mental block gradually reformed to hide her thoughts from him. He didn’t need to read her mind to know she’d thoroughly enjoyed what he and Michelle just did for her, and he was surely going to pay for her pleasure.

  The woman never gave an inch.

  Katya breathed a whisper against the side of his face. “Please tell your ruddy leech to keep her paws off me. I didn’t sign up to be a fucking blood-sex sandwich.” She had a touch of that animal growl, a hint of her wolf menace.

  Michelle licked the taste of Katya’s pussy off her fingers and spanked Katya on the ass. “Tomorrow night I’ll fuck you myself. I guarantee you will not complain.”

  Katya growled into Aaron’s neck, her body limp with euphoria, but still shaking in aftershock. “I thought she already did.”

  Aaron gave Michelle the please-quit-while-you’re-ahead look. He petted his bloodslave’s dark, glossy brown hair. “Maybe this is the start of something good … if you let it be.”

  Katya caught her breath and he felt her body stiffen with fight. “You’ve got to be shitting me? I’d be the laughing stock of the entire pack. The vampires’ little whore pet, is that what you want?”

  Though his heart said yes, he clamped his lips shut before his mouth made the same mistake. “All I’m saying is that we’d have more time together if you accepted Michelle in your life, too. There’s a place for you here.” He patted the center of the bed and grinned. “Call it a two for one deal.”

  Her golden, sultry eyes looked at him, and for a moment she seemed to consider his offer.

  Then the door opened and Urvashi walked in. “What a shame. You’ve started without me.”

  Aaron’s master, a fallen angel – if the rumors and propaganda were true – slipped out of her white silk robe and stepped up to the bed au naturel, nothing but golden-tanned curves featuring dark, rigid nipples and a slight smile. Her dark-red, lacquered nails caressed Katya’s spine with tingling sparkles of energy. The contrast of her warm, caramel skin against Katya’s paler coloring was only the most obvious difference. To Aaron’s enhanced vision, Urvashi glowed like a candle, the flickering light of her electric aura a testament to the power dancing beneath her Persian skin. This was the persona Urvashi preferred. Aaron suspected the shapeshifter could take any form she wanted. She chose a skin-suit of Kim Kardashian. The look fit her personality and arrogance perfectly.

  Katya twitched with Urvashi’s touch and sparks of fire ignited in her eyes. A rumbling growl came from the wolf who had no desire to be forced into the middle of Aaron’s unusual sex life. She barely tolerated Michelle at the best of times, but Urvashi had gone too far. “I’m not doing this. No!” She sat up and almost fell over, heavily drugged from sex and venom.

  Aaron sat up with Katya held in his arms, still buried between her wet thighs. “Vash, couldn’t you give us a moment of privacy? Not everyone wants to fuck you.”

  Urvashi grinned at his jibe.

  A succubus, fallen angel, and seducer of men the world over, everyone wanted to fuck Urvashi. Everyone. Even her Vedic name spoke of her allure, Ur – heart, and Vash – control, the woman who conquers the heart. Katya must have missed the memo on that. She certainly had no love and even less tolerance for Urvashi.

  Urvashi leveled her gaze at Katya. “Shush. The wolves do not spurn my gifts.” Urvashi was forever playing a domination game with the wolf pack. Aaron wondered what gifts his master referred to, and what strings might be attached.

  Nothing was ever what it seemed with Urvashi.

  Katya snarled and looked down and away in submission. “Aaron and his leech already had their way with me tonight. That’s quite enough, thank you very much.”

  Urvashi surveyed the three of them together and glanced at Michelle whose hand rested absently on Katya’s ass cheek. “Hmm. Three’s company and four’s a crowd?”

  Aaron grabbed Urvashi’s hand. “No. Katya was just leaving. Stay, please.” Aaron had grown to relish his time with Urvashi and Michelle. It was an arrangement most men would kill for, and he certainly wasn’t letting Katya’s shitty attitude fuck it up.

  He slid Katya off his lap and cock, and set her on the bed at his side. She snatched up her pants, underwear and shirt, and staggered to the door of his suite butt naked. “Five more minutes with him, that’s all I wanted! Bloody whores can’t keep their hands off him for five minutes!”

  She marched out the door and slammed it. Her thudding footfalls hammered down the hallway to her room three doors down. She hadn’t even stopped to put clothes on.

  His vampire lover and fallen angel master looked at the vibrating door, then looked at each other. Both shrugged simultaneously. They pinned Aaron to the bed with seemingly identical grins. His night had just begun, but it held such promise.

  * * * *

  Chapter 2

  Ivan pounded on the door to Aaron’s room. “Finish the orgy, now! We’re moving again tonight.”

  “Shit.” Happily sated, yet energized from his threesome, Aaron groaned at Ivan’s interruption. He slid out from under the tangle of Michelle and Urvashi’s limbs, and wished he could find a way to escape this damn vendetta the wolves had against Dmitri. He wanted nothing to do with all this mercenary crap, but he owed Katya and Ivan some serious favors, and Urvashi insisted. Even Michelle had been convinced that an assault on Dmitri was necessary.

  Aaron slid on his jeans and stepped out into the hallway to catch the werewolf before he walked off. “Ivan, wait.”

  “I told you, Dmitri has spies all over Moscow.” His eyes peered down the hallway and up at the ceiling, as though Big Brother listened in on their conversation. “We can’t stay here another night.”

  Ivan and his pack fancied themselves hunters of rogue vampires. Yet, here they were laying low until an attack plan could be finalized. Ironically, Dmitri hunted them. The wolves’ recent attempt to assassinate the Russian vampire resulted in the deaths of two pack members. If Dmitri had his way, his private army of Russian mafia goons would wipe out the rest of them.

  “Look, I know how much this means to you, and I know you had my back in London when we took down Jamison, but don’t you think Dmitri is expecting us to hit him right now? Wouldn’t it be smarter to wait a few weeks or months? Let him relax his guard, then go after him?”

/>   “The pack doesn’t have that much time.” Aaron recognized that look. Ivan did not mince words. He meant precisely what he said.

  Aaron stepped in close to watch Dmitri’s eyes, to better gauge the true severity of the situation. “It’s like that? Either him or us?”

  Ivan nodded. “You don’t understand who he is. Like you say in America, Dmitri is ‘old school.’ His ties run deep into Russian government. He’s connected with FSB and former KGB. He’s dripping in millions of dollars, mostly dirty oil money. He was there for Chernobyl, still making money as Russians evacuated their homes. His dirty fingerprints are everywhere. He pays top dollar for mercenaries, ex-military, and they will track us to any part of the world. We have never openly opposed him … until now.”

  For the first time, Aaron caught a glimpse of Ivan’s fear. This man had walked into the midst of Albanian mafia and Colombian cartel in the ghettos of London without flinching, but the idea of losing his packmates terrified him.

  Ivan’s piercing, unwavering gaze held Aaron. “We thought with Urvashi’s support we could take him down. It would have worked, if not for Kristina.” A moment of pain and grief flickered across Ivan’s eyes.

  Aaron nodded. Though he’d never met her, Aaron knew the pain of Kristina’s betrayal. He’d watched Katya sob like a child when she learned her brother wolves had died because her own niece lied to the pack. Kristina had been their inside source into Dmitri’s empire, and as it turned out, their greatest weakness. She set them up. The pack walked into a trap nose first, and it had cost them dearly.

  Aaron clapped Ivan on the shoulder. “Alright. We’ll be ready to go in a few. Give the ladies some time to pack. Are we still planning to hit that bar where they’re pushing otrok?” The synthetic vampire’s venom – nicknamed ‘otrok’ slave – was Urvashi’s number one focus. She had a fanatical drive to eradicate the drug from circulation.