LOGINPiper’s POVThe silk scarf is tied over my eyes so I can’t see a thing, and my bedroom window is wide open at midnight.I am either the bravest or the stupidest woman in this city.The letter from my stalker arrived yesterday with these instructions:Tuesday, at midnight, blindfold yourself with the silk scarf in your top drawer. Lie on the bed, and leave the window open. If you remove the blindfold before I give permission, I’ll disappear and you never hear from me again.The letters started as terrifying and became something else after the third letter, when he stopped describing my daily routine and started describing my sexual fantasies.He wrote things I’ve never said out loud. Things I’ve only thought about alone in this bed with my vibrator and the lights off.He wrote them like he’d pulled them directly from my brain and translated them into ink, and I came so hard after reading the letter.I should have called the cops. That’s the wisest and safest thing to do when you have a
Elara’s POVThe bite splits me open from the inside.The venom from the artery hits my bloodstream like a flood breaking through every dam the smaller bites built. The orgasm that tears through me isn’t close to orgasms I’ve already had. My vision goes gold, then white, then something beyond color. My body convulses beneath him. Every bite mark on my skin pulses in unison. His cock throbs inside me. I can feel his heartbeat through it—except he doesn’t have one. Which means I’m feeling my own pulse slowing as he drinks.He pulls his fangs out, and seals the wound, but the euphoria doesn’t fade. It stays—humming through my blood like something alive. Every nerve in my body is singing at a frequency I’ve never operated at before.I push him with both hands on his chest. His eyes widen slightly because the shove has a strength behind it that wasn’t there before.The venom is changing me. I can feel it in my muscles, and even in my vision. The candlelight suddenly looks sharper and shad
Elara's POVI’m on my back. Red silk beneath me, and a vampire lord between my legs. Bite marks already bleeding on my neck and thigh. His sharp nails draw a map on my body—one he intends to follow with his teeth. The claw drags between my breasts, over my ribs, across my stomach. “Stay still,” he says. His claw traces my inner thigh. “The more you squirm, the deeper I scratch.”“Then stop making me squirm,” I snap, but my hips rock off the silk anyway. His claw trails dangerously close to my pussy. The anticipation makes me clench around nothing.He suddenly bites my collarbone, and I gasp. His fangs puncture and withdraw in one motion. Pain flares hot and sharp—then the venom hits. The pain converts to a pulse of pleasure that radiates outward like a wave. He licks the blood clean with his cold tongue and moves lower to the swell of my breast. His fangs sink in and arch into his mouth. The venom melts the pain into heat that pools between my legs. He licks the wound sealed and m
Elara’s POVHis cock is in front of my face, and the defiant heat between my legs is screaming louder than my survival instinct.He grips my jaw from the edge of the bed, tilting my face up.“Open,” he commands, his voice soft as sin. “Make me,” I say, because if he’s going to take everything from me tonight, he’s going to work for it.His thumb presses into the hinge of my jaw, firm enough to force my mouth open, and he pushes his cock past my lips before I can form another word.He’s thick and cold at first, the temperature of his skin making my tongue flinch, but he warms fast in my mouth and the taste of him is metallic and dark. I take him deeper, even against my will.Spit floods around his shaft, and then I do what the defiant side of me demands. I bite down. Not hard enough to wound. Just my teeth pressing into his shaft, sending him a clear warning messageHe doesn’t flinch. His hand wraps in my hair, and he pushes past the bite, deeper, past my gag reflex, and holds himsel
Elara’s POVMy father sold me for six hundred gold pieces to a vampire lord.The monster who bought me is standing at the altar waiting for me to walk toward him like this is a love story and not a transaction.The great hall is packed. Every person from our town is here because Lord Sorin doesn’t invite, he summons.And when an eight-hundred-year-old vampire summons your village to watch him marry the girl he purchased like cattle, you show up or you vanish. Simple arithmetic.Sorin stands at the altar in black from throat to boot. Pale skin, dark hair pushed back from a face that would be beautiful if it belonged to anything human. Sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and eyes so dark they swallow the candlelight instead of reflecting it.I hate him. I hate that my legs are carrying me toward him. And I loathe the slick heat between my thighs that started the moment I saw him.The ceremony is short. Words in a language I don’t recognize, are spoken by a man in robes who smells like incense
Nell’s POVCassian lies on his back on the ruined sheets. He grips my waist and pulls me onto him and I sink down on his cock with ease in cowgirl position.I lean forward on his chest, my oiled tits pressing flat against him and roll my hips, grinding deep with his cock dragging against my front wall.He cups the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to his and kisses me with tongue. The taste of my own pussy from when he ate me out earlier fills my mouth and I moan into his mouth.Kieran climbs behind me on the bed. His massive hands grip my ass cheeks, still slick from the oil that even the shower couldn’t fully wash off, and he spreads me open.I feel the thick head of his cock press against my ass and my body tenses because Kieran is the biggest of the three and taking him back there is going to require strength.“Push back on me,” Kieran says, his voice low and steady. “You know how muscles work better than anyone in this room. Open up for me, Nell.”I breathe out and press back an
Kat's POVI'm on my hands and knees on the bench with a belt around my throat and Milo standing behind me holding the end like a leash. My arms are trembling. My pussy is swollen and dripping from riding Jaxon and my thighs are slick.I can smell myself mixed with Jaxon's sweat and the combination
Lena’s POVHe bends me over the workbench and kicks my legs apart with his foot. My palms press flat against the wood, sawdust and metal shavings under my fingers, the edge of the bench digging into my hips.My sundress is bunched at my waist, my ass is bare and I can feel the garage air on my puss
Lena’s POVHe pulls me to the edge of the hood by my hips. My sundress is bunched at my waist. My panties are pulled to the side.Fresh black paint has transferred onto the backs of my thighs and my ass in glossy patches. I don't care because he's pulling himself out of his jeans, and the sight of
Lena’s POVCole's car isn't in the driveway when I arrive at his place. His father's is. The smart move is to leave. I park, check my hair in the mirror, and walk to the garage.I've been dating Cole for six months. He's sweet, he's my age, and he fucks like a boy who learned everything from porn h







