All Chapters of Seducing Vampire Daddy Dane: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(JO POV)The uniforms were another blow, a glaring reminder of how we'd been stripped bare of our identities. Plain black shirts and white sweatpants were utterly featureless, but I noticed how the female shirts clung to us, revealing all our curves. Slipping into that costume was like peeling away layers of myself, leaving whatever scraps of me I thought I knew scattered on the floor behind me.We were marched back to the vampire bitch's lair aka office. She revealed herself as Camilla, the mastermind behind this twisted institution. She was the vampire who conjured up this nightmare of an academy and still tightly grips the reins to this day. She graciously enlightened us "criminal wards" on the delightful options available to us in their esteemed academy of bloodsucking etiquette and human subjugation. It's so funny how they are now in charge of fixing us when they started out believing criminal enterprise was the way to go. It's funny how things switch like that. 'Options' my as

(JO POV)"Please... be careful? Take it slow? I'd rather not be drained dry? I'm not even sure what to say here." I sighed, a mix of resignation and an inexplicable trust in him dawning within me. "It's okay, kitten. You don't have to know what to say right now," he reassured me with a smile. He wasn't even trying to hide that giddy boyish anticipation in his eyes anymore. He said he was ancient, but judging by that look, I wasn't sure of the validity of that claim. It was almost... Endearingly cute. He smiled as he took my hand and pulled me to him, repositioning until he was on his knees on the bed in front of me. He shifted me so I straddled him, his arms wrapping around me. "Don't worry if you scratch me. I'm a big boy... I can take it," he whispered near my ear as my hands found his shoulders. I realized then why he kept calling me kitten. I must have scratched the hell out of him on the way to this room.His charm and disarming confidence coaxed a giggle out of me. The sound

(DANE POV) I extended my hand to her as we made our way to the newbie dorm, a seemingly small gesture but one heavy with significance. "Hold my hand," I proposed, aiming to ward off any potential suitors with a clear signal of my interest, a protective stance against those I deemed unworthy of her.It worked. This act of holding hands transcended mere physical contact. It became our silent assertion of connection. The masters we encountered paid their respects with curtsies, their glances lingering just a bit too long on our joined hands, recognizing the claim I was laying without a need for words.With every step toward the dorm, my protective instincts screamed louder. I fought the duty I owed to the academy and its stringent rules against my urge to assure her of her safety in my absence. Leaving her there clashed violently with everything in me, yet obligations and expectations forced my hand. Still, this fragile yet undeniable bond we'd started to form was not something I was r

(JO POV) When Dane's eyes finally flickered open, the shift was dramatic. The storm I had anticipated and prepared to weather seemed to dissipate as if it had never been. "As much as I'd relish the chance to stay like this, today isn't the day for such indulgences," he remarked.My response, a pout, caught me off guard. My behavior mirrored something far less mature than the seriousness of our situation warranted."Today is pivotal, and I must prepare you for what lies ahead," he elaborated, each word underscoring the seriousness of the impending day, sending an involuntary shiver through me."What's wrong, kitten?" he asked as he observed my reaction. "It's the girls... from the dorm. They shared... their experiences. It's terrifying... what they went through..." I stumbled over the words, the memories of their haunted faces and whispered fears clawing to the surface."Shhh, you're under my care. That won't happen to you," he soothed."But how can you be so sure?" My question was l

(DANE POV) As the Masters filed into the room, their eyes momentarily landed on Jo. My posture stiffened, a subtle but clear warning. A low growl escaped, a primal signal that she was under my protection, something I rarely did. The message only took a short time to resonate. Soon, no eyes dared linger on her.Camilla initiated the ceremony. "Does any human wish to declare their Master?" The question hung heavily, an invitation to solidify bonds I'm certain none of these humans actually wanted yet. Among the responses, one of Jo's fellow newcomers chose Dominic. Swiftly, he cloaked her in a robe and presented his wrist, signifying the sealing of their connection.When Camilla demanded the humans disrobe and present themselves, I found myself in a dilemma. With a hesitant motion, I helped Jo shed her robe before swiftly pulling her back into the safety of my arms. It wasn't time for her to stand exposed, not until she was ready, not until she chose me openly as her guardian in this