Fang Me Hard

FANG ME HARD SAINTS OF SINNERS BOOK ONE GAJA J. KOS CONTENTS Kolovrat Universe Prologue - Leif 1. Serena 2. Leif 3. Serena 4. Serena 5. Leif 6. Serena 7. Serena 8. Leif 9. Serena 10. Serena 11. Pascal 12. Serena 13. Leif 14. Pascal 15. Serena 16. Serena 17. Pascal 18. Leif 19. Serena 20. Serena 21. Leif 22. Serena 23. Serena 24. Serena 25. Leif 26. Serena 27. Serena 28. Serena 29. Serena 30. Serena 31. Pascal 32. Serena 33. Leif 34. Leif 35. Pascal Acknowledgments About the Author Also by Gaja J. Kos Copyright © 2023 by Gaja J. Kos All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Cover designed by Bianca Bordianu at Moonpress Design KOLOVRAT UNIVERSE The Saints of Sinners duet is part of the “Future” portion of the Kolovrat universe and takes place after the War that had brought supernaturals out into the open. Each series (or standalone title) within this universe is its own complete work. You don’t need to have any prior knowledge, simply dive into what feels best to you at the moment. However, if you want to see the larger picture and enjoy the many crossovers peppered throughout my books, I do recommend eventually picking up all the available titles. KOLOVRAT UNIVERSE PRESENT BLACK WEREWOLVES SERIES Slavic Gods Urban Fantasy with Romance Novels: The Dark Ones The 24hourlies The Shift The Ascension Novellas: Never Forgotten Chased Also available as a box set: Black Werewolves: Books 1–4 NIGHTWRAITH SERIES Demon Standalone Paranormal Romances Windstorm Blackstorm Nightstorm Also available as a box set: Nightwraith: The Complete Series SUCC Noir Standalone Succubus Open Relationship Romance FUTURE WOLF CALL: ICRA MUNICH Werewolf Urban Fantasy Suspense with Romance Shadow Moon Darkening Moon Transient Moon Phantom Moon Burning Moon Also available as a box set: Wolf Call: ICRA Munich (Books 1–3) Wolf Call: ICRA Munich (Books 4–5) SHADE ASSASSIN Demon and Vampire MFM Romance Shadow World Shadow Lies Shadow Heart Shadow Reign Also available as a box set: Shade Assassin (Books 1–2) Shade Assassin (Books 3–4) ICRA FILES: BERLIN Vampire and Werewolf Paranormal Rockstar Romance Rock This Wolf Down With Vamps Long Gone Witch FREE PREQUEL: Fang Deep in the Blues Also available as a box set: ICRA Files: Berlin Complete Series STARSEED A Steamy Zodiac Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance Star Kissed (prequel) Star Touched Star Shunned SAINTS OF SINNERS A Dark Paranormal Rockstar MFM Menage Fang Me Hard Burn Me Deep HEAT OF THE NIGHT A Dark Urban Fantasy Shifter Romance PARADISE OF SHADOWS AND DEVOTION A Mermaid Standalone Paranormal Romance DESTINY RECLAIMED - FREE Urban Fantasy Standalone Novella For Leeroy, who passed away as I was writing the final chapters of this novel. You came to me when I was deep in my own nightmares and shadows, and you were with me for fourteen years as I journeyed into the light. In so many ways, you were the one who guided me there. Thank you for your love and companionship. Thank you for being the best, most incredible doggo a person could ask for. I can only hope you felt all of my love too, as I held you when you entered a light of your own. PROLOGUE - LEIF I have a secret not even my bandmates know about. We had a wild period back in the day when shit took off for the Whiskey Jet Preachers, just to see what it was all about. To live that supernatural rock-star life, experience every fucking thing our money and recognition brought, and indulge in the stereotypes some people love to hate while others hate not being able to be themselves. The drinking. The sex. The bitten necks. Flirting with death and lust through the roller coaster of endless nights we created. It was like a shot of rock ’n’ roll straight to the vein. We were all part of it. To some degree or another, we all walked into the out-of-this-world fucking dream our reality had become, and we didn’t hold back. When the heavens open up for you and you ascend like a god in the spotlight, when the impossible becomes not just possible but also the fucking truth you’re living and breathing every second of the day, you don’t curb the hunger. You give in. You give in, and you take until it loses its shine, until it doesn’t blow your fucking mind any longer, and the pull just isn’t there. Instead, you’re magnetized toward something else. Creation becomes the more powerful drive. Growth. New visions. New sounds. New heights that have nothing to do with bloodstained dressing rooms or soaked panties with numbers written on the fabric stuffed in the pocket of your jeans. Wild times are something that eventually get left in the past. For my bandmates, I guess it’s true. The whole rock ’n’ roll Whiskey Jet Preachers period is just a crazy-ass story to tell over drinks that seems so far removed from the present it holds no more weight beyond a few laughs about the old times. Except I kept one part of it with me. In me. Or maybe it was there the entire time. Prowling beneath my skin like the predator I am. Demanding to be let out. I thought I had it handled. I thought I was in control. But control doesn’t explain why my skin feels stretched too tight over my bones. Or why the taste of blood coats my tongue from where my fangs punch into my lip when I can’t rein them back in. And it