LOGINChapter 2The thick, salty heat floods my tongue, coating the back of my throat in rhythmic pulses. I hold him there, my lips sealed tight around the base of his shaft, feeling the frantic, final spasms of his orgasm as his hips jerk against my face. His fingers are tangled in my hair, gripping hard enough to sting, but I don't pull away until I've milked him for every last drop. I swallow, the action deliberate and loud in the confined space of the VIP bathroom, the taste of him is bitter and musky, settling heavily on my palate.Outside the heavy oak door, the pounding intensifies, the vibrations rattling the brass handle and traveling through the floorboards to my knees."Marcus! Marcus, open this door right now!" Claire’s voice is shrill, cutting through the haze of sex and steam that fills the room. It’s no longer a polite tap; it’s a demand, fueled by the kind of panic that only sets in when a woman realizes she’s lost control of her man. "I know you’re in there! I saw you co
Chapter 1 The champagne bubbles burst against my tongue, Claire my sister stands under the crystal chandelier of the ballroom, her hand draped possessively over Marcus’s forearm. The fabric of her white dress is crisp white, a cloud of silk that cost more than my first car. Four years ago, she wore a different dress to a different event….my wedding reception, and ended the night in a coat room with my then-husband. The memory is a physical weight, a stone lodged in my throat that no amount of expensive alcohol can dislodge. I watch her tilt her head back, laughing at something Marcus says, and I grip the stem of my glass until my knuckles turn white.Marcus shifts his weight, adjusting the cuff of his bespoke tuxedo. He looks bored, his jaw ticking so hard it’s obvious he’s performing. He’s taller than I remembered, broader in the shoulders, filling out the formal wear with an easy, masculine power. His dark hair is styled back, revealing a face that belongs on a magazine cove
Chapter 4Her grip on my throat tightened, not enough to choke, but enough to remind me who owned me. The three women remained frozen on the ground, the terror on their face that should have sickened me, but only made my dick throb harder against Sophia's thigh.Then it began.A wet, cracking sound ripped through the night air. Sophia's back arched violently, her spine visibly shifting beneath her glowing skin. The nubs I'd felt earlier began to elongate, pushing through her flesh with sickening pops of tissue and bone. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes burning brighter until they cast their own hellish light across the clearing."Watch," she commanded, her voice deeper now, resonant with something ancient and hungry.I watched, mesmerized and horrified, as her transformation accelerated. The elongating nubs stretched and unfurled, black and leathery, like bat wings but larger, more scary looking. With each crack of bone, they grew, stretching wider until they cast sha
Chapter 3The first light of dawn streams from the window, but in the room, Sophia’s skin still holds a faint, internal glow.Her weight is heavy on me and the scratches on my chest and sides sting, a dull, throbbing reminder of the night we had. Her head is on my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck. Then, she stirs. The nubs on her back, the ones I felt with my trembling fingers, seem to shift, elongating just a little. Her eyes open, and the glow in them hasn’t faded at all. If anything, it’s brighter, more focused.“Get up,” she whispers. And from her tone it's not a request.My body obeys before my mind can protest. I swing my legs off the bed, my muscles screaming in protest. Every movement is an agon, flesh is and my joints are strained. I look for my clothes, but they’re shredded ribbons on the floor. I pull on a pair of jeans that are miraculously intact, the denim rough against my raw skin. I don’t bother with a shirt; there’s no point.She’s on her feet in a singl
Chapter 2The glow in Sophia's eyes recedes, but I don’t think I can ever forget it. I'm trapped in my own bedroom with this creature wearing my best friend's face. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure terror. But beneath the fear, something else stirs… It’s a sick, twisted fascination. The charm worked. It fucking worked, and now I have to deal with the consequences."We should go out," I say, the words barely audible. "On a date. Like normal people."Sophia's head tilts, her expression unreadable. The predatory stillness in her posture makes my skin crawl. "Normal?" she repeats, a low purr vibrating in her chest. "You want normal now? After everything?""I just... I want to take you to dinner." My voice shakes, but I force myself to meet her gaze. "Please."She considers this, her sharp nails…still human-looking for now, tapping against my thigh. "Fine," she says finally. "But you're paying. And you're sitting beside me, not across."We reach the restaurant
Chapter 1The screen glows in the darkness of my room, illuminating the photo I've stared at a thousand times. Sophia's smile, that perfect curve of her lips, the way her dark hair falls across her shoulders. My hand moves faster along my cock, the friction building heat that matches the ache in my chest. Five years of friendship, five years of watching her date other guys while I play the part of the sweet, supportive best friend. My thumb brushes over the head of my cock, spreading the bead of precum as I imagine her mouth there instead."Fuck, Sophia," I groan, my hips thrusting into my fist. The antique charm hangs around my neck, cool against my flushed skin. I bought it from that dusty shop downtown, the one with the sign claiming it grants wishes. The old woman behind the counter warned me "be careful what you wish for, young man." But what does she know about desperation?My balls tighten as I approach the edge, the image of Sophia's face blurring through my haze of lust.
Chapter 2“You know, Anna,” a voice came out of my bedroom door, smooth and filled with amusement, “if you don’t let me experiment with this thing, I’ll tell Dad about your little toy.”I froze. My fingers stilled over the control panel, my pulse spiking as I turned my head slowly toward the doorwa
Chapter 5The reception was cute, watching my friend actually get married did something to me, I wondered if I’d ever get married too. I sway slightly on my heels, my third glass of champagne warming my belly, my gaze locked onto Jeremy across the room. He stands near the open bar, his tailored s
Chapter 3His free hand snaked around me, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight, demanding circles. “Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a dark. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock.”The command sent me over the edge. My body convulsed, my walls clenching around him as pleasure ripped throu
Chapter 4I press my back against the cold metal of the janitor’s closet door, my breath already shallow, my pulse thrumming in my throat.Jordan doesn’t waste time. The second the door clicks shut behind us, his hands are on me, rough and demanding. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hips,







