MasukElara’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
Nell’s POVBefore I can answer, six hands are on me. Cassian’s palms spread the oil across my stomach in slow, firm circles, working it into my skin the way I work knots out of their shoulders.They slide up and cup both my breasts, oiled fingers squeezing, kneading my tits like dough, his thumbs circling my nipples until they stiffen and ache under the slick pressure.He pinches one hard enough to make me gasp.Isaiah takes my legs. He pours oil on my inner thighs and works it in with long strokes from knee to hip, each pass going higher, his thumbs brushing closer to my pussy.“You’re still dripping from all three of us,” Isaiah says, sliding two fingers through my oiled, cum-soaked pussy. “And somehow getting wetter. How is that even possible?”“Because you won’t stop touching me,” I moan, my hips rocking into his fingers while Cassian kneads my tits.Kieran takes my ass. He rolls me slightly onto my side and pours oil over my cheeks and works it in with both massive hands, spreadi
Naomi’s POVMarcus fucks the way he does everything — hard, efficient, zero wasted movement. Every thrust jolts me forward on the table and drives a sound out of me that I have to muffle in my own forearm.He’s thicker than Vincent, and I can feel the stretch of him forcing my swollen walls apart,
Hera's POVI roll onto my stomach, and he straddles my lower back, his weight pinning me to the sleeping bag. I feel his hands gather both my wrists behind me — firm but not rough, one hand holding them together while the other wraps the leather belt around them.The first loop is snug. He pulls it
Lily’s POVVaughn picks me up off the couch like I weigh nothing. One arm under my ass, the other on my back, and my legs wrap around his waist on instinct.His cock presses against my stomach, and the heat and size of it against my skin makes my breath catch because he’s the biggest in the room by
Lily’s POVNiko grabs my thighs and buries himself inside me in one stroke.The stretch knocks the air from my lungs. He’s thick and long and fills me so deep I feel it behind my navel. My walls stretch around him and grip. A sound comes out of me that’s raw and desperate and fills the room.“Fuck,







