The Werewolf’s Virgin Vampire by Riley Rivers

A larger-than-life werewolf who wears his heart on his sleeve…
becomes instantly smitten with a shy vampire living in quiet isolation.
Damien is definitely cursing his bad luck while chasing down his friend’s escaped black cat in the middle of the night. Until, that is, a handsome stranger offers to help patch him up after he runs face-first into a hedge; then Damien’s thanking his lucky stars. Handsome Stranger’s name is Henrick, and while he’s clearly soft-spoken and shy, it belies a sly, sarcastic streak that Damien is very into. He couldn’t care less that Henrick’s a vampire. In fact, it seems like he minds it less than Henrick does.
Henrick leaves his house for work, for nightly walks, to occasionally get late-night tea and, of course, for blood. Blood which comes in sanitary-sealed bags from his local bloodbank, because Henrick is a modern-day, civilized vampire thank you very much. He keeps himself busy when he’s not at his third-shift job. He reads. He draws. He plays piano. He doesn’t socialize, but that’s… fine. His life is fine.
He’s lonely.
When the earnest and upbeat werewolf who nearly bowls him over asks to take him out for coffee as a thank you for the first aid, Henrick finds himself unable to say no. Damien is interesting and attractive and Henrick’s been alone for so long… surely one coffee can’t hurt. But Damien’s current interest in him aside, there will always be people who think that the only good vampire is a dead vampire.
Can Henrick learn to believe that he’s worth Damien’s protection… let alone his love?