Chapter 1: "I Lost My Virginity To A Stranger"

Lila POV

I hated the night shift. It paid better, though, and the day crew asked too many questions. They were nosy, rude, always in each other’s business. The old clinic sat on the edge of the city, half the lights permanently out, waiting room smelling like bleach mixed with something older and sour I could never place. After midnight it was just me. That was the deal, and I preferred it that way. No one is waiting for me at home. 

I was restocking gauze when the front door buzzer went off.

He stood in the exam room doorway like he’d walked straight out of the rain. A tall, dark coat still dripping, hair plastered wet against his forehead. At first he didn’t look hurt. Then he shifted and I saw the blood soaking the left side of his shirt, dark and heavy.

“Sit down,” I said, already pulling on gloves. “What happened?”

He didn’t answer. Just moved to the table and sat. His eyes tracked me the whole time—dark, steady, way too focused for someone losing that much blood.

I cut the shirt open. The wound was deep and ragged, like something had torn straight through him. No arterial spray, but it was bad. I pressed hard with a pad.

“You’re lucky you made it here. This needs a hospital.”

“No hospitals.” His voice was low, rough. “Just stop the bleeding.”

“I can’t stitch this properly with what we’ve got.”

“Do what you can.”

I worked fast. The blood was darker than it should have been, almost black under the fluorescent lights. His skin felt cold through the gloves. Too cold.

When I leaned in to check his pupils, they locked onto mine and didn’t move.

“You shouldn’t be here. Where’s Doctor James?”

I didn’t step back. “You’re the one bleeding on my table. He’s on vacation. It’s just me for now.”

“I don’t bleed the way you think.” His hand closed around my wrist. Not hard. The contact sent a sharp pull straight down my spine. “And you’re not as innocent as you pretend.”

I stared at him. “Who are you?”

“Someone you don’t want to know.” He sat up. The wound was already starting to close—skin knitting together in a way that made my stomach drop. “You’re Lila. You work the night shift only. You live alone. You haven’t let anyone touch you. You’re still a virgin.”

My pulse jumped. “How the fuck do you know that?”

“I can read minds. Smell things humans can’t.” His thumb stroked once over the inside of my wrist. “Careful. The hunger under it. You’ve been wondering what it would feel like to stop being careful and get fucked real hard. Haven’t you?”

I should have pulled free. He sounded crazy. Instead I stayed close enough to feel the cold coming off him. Curiosity got the better of me.

I’d heard the rumors—supernatural creatures living among us, vampires running this side of the city. I’d never seen one. Until now.

“You’re a vampire,” I said.

“Yes.” He didn’t look away. “And you’re still standing here. Not scared one bit. Interesting.”

My mouth went dry. “What do you want?”

“You already know.” He released my wrist, but the space between us stayed charged. “Last chance to walk out that door. I won’t stop you.”

I didn’t move.

He waited another second, then said quieter, “Come here.”

I climbed onto the table and straddled his thighs. The cold of him pressed up through my scrubs. His hands slid under the fabric, palms spreading across my back, then lower, gripping my ass and pulling me flush against him. He was already hard. Thick. Unapologetic.

“Tell me you want this,” he said against my throat.

“I want this.”

“Say it again. Clear.”

“I want you to fuck me and feed from me.”

He bit me. Not gently. The pain flared bright, then melted into heat that flooded every nerve. His mouth sealed over the wound and he drank in slow, deliberate pulls while his hands shoved my pants and underwear down. I helped, kicking them off one leg. Then he was pushing inside me in one long, thick thrust that forced a broken sound out of my throat.

“Fuck—” I gasped.

“Take it,” he murmured against my neck, still drinking. “All of it. Feel how wet you already are for me.”

He fucked me like he’d already decided I belonged to him. Deep, controlled strokes that kept me right on the edge. Every swallow of my blood made my clit throb harder. I clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in.

“Harder,” I said. “Don’t hold back.”

He gave it to me exactly like I asked. The table creaked under us. His grip on my waist tightened.

“Look at you,” he growled, mouth still at my throat. “Riding a vampire’s cock like you were made for it. Tight little virgin cunt stretched around me. You feel that? That’s mine now.”

“Fuck—yes—”

“You’re going to come like this,” he said, voice rough. “With my cock buried in you and my mouth on your throat. Say it.”

“I’m going to come—”

“For me.”

“For you. Fuck, for you—”

I came hard, clenching around him, and he only moved faster, chasing his own release with a low sound that vibrated against my skin. When he finally pulled his mouth away, my blood stained his lips. He licked them clean while he finished inside me, hips jerking, hands locked on my waist hard enough to bruise.

Afterward he stayed buried inside me, forehead resting against mine.

“You just bound yourself to me,” he said quietly. “I can feel it already. Everything you feel, I’ll know. Every time you want this again, I’ll know.”

My pulse hammered under the fresh bite. He rolled my hips once, testing the residual sensitivity, and I watched his eyes darken all over again.

“Then you’ll know I’m not running,” I said.

He smiled for the first time—sharp, possessive. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you.”

I leaned in and kissed the blood from the corner of his mouth. “What’s your name?”

“Darian.”

“Darian,” I repeated. “Next time, I want you to feed while you’re inside me again. But slower.”

His hands flexed on my hips. “There will be a next time.”

“I know.”

He pulled out of me carefully. Blood and come smeared my thighs. I sat there on the table, pants around one ankle, neck throbbing, and felt the bond settle in like a second heartbeat.

Darian stood, already looking stronger. The wound on his side was almost gone.

“Get cleaned up,” he said. “I’m taking you home.”

“I have a shift.”

“Not anymore.” His eyes flicked to the bite on my throat. “You’re mine now. The clinic can find someone else.”

I should have argued. Instead I slid off the table, pulled my clothes back on with shaking hands, and followed him out into the rain.

The bond pulsed once, warm and certain.

Fuck. What have I gotten myself into. No going back now. I just let a vampire take my virginity on an exam table...and I already wanted him to do it again.