LOGINAlessioHe had every reason to hate me. No matter how much guilt I carried, it wouldn’t change anything. I had killed my best friend, and that was all he could see when he looked at me.He broke the silence again. The light in the room fell across his face, and I gulped.Was Tyrone always this beautiful?I couldn’t remember when the guilt had started feeling heavier than the memory of his face. Maybe because I had spent so long trying not to remember him that seeing him now felt almost cruel.“I’m surprised you haven’t asked how you got here.” His fingers slowly traced my jawline, sending a shiver through my body. “Or do you remember?”I stared up at him.The ropes creaked when I shifted against them. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I closed it again, my mind desperately trying to piece together the fragments.“The booth,” I finally whispered.Tyrone’s thumb paused at the corner of my lips.---The confession booth smelled of polished wood and old incense. Evening Mass had ende
Alessio I woke to the smell of old stone and extinguished candles, my head throbbed terribly and when I tried to move, a rough rope bit into my wrists and ankles. My arms were pulled above my head, secured to something solid. My legs were spread just enough that I couldn’t close them. Cold air touched my skin in places it shouldn’t. I was in my undershirt and trousers. The clerical shirt and collar were gone. What in the lord’s name is going on here? I yanked against the ropes but they didn’t budge. My breath came short and sharp as I forced my eyes open fully. High, broken windows let in thin grey light. Pews sat at strange angles, some overturned. The altar at the far end was cracked down the middle. It was the abandoned church at the Riverbank that burnt down years ago. Nobody knew about this place, only us priests except someone had brought me. A tall shape detached itself from the shadows near the ruined altar and walked toward me with unhurried steps. Broad shoulders. Fam
TyroneI don't know how long I was unconscious, but when I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the cold.It had settled into my bones, the kind of cold that didn't come from the absence of warmth but seemed to exist inside the air itself. I tried to move and immediately felt something biting into my wrists, forcing my arms above my head. My ankles were restrained too, and when I shifted against whatever was holding me, the metal scraped against my skin.I looked around, trying to make sense of where I was.There was nothing, just void. No walls that I could properly see, no ceiling, no door, and no source of light, yet somehow I could see enough to know that I was alone. The floor beneath me was rough and cold, and the air smelled faintly of iron.I pulled against the restraints again.Nothing happened."Interesting." My voice sounded strangely distant in the darkness, as though the room itself had swallowed half of it.I tried harder, putting enough strength into the movemen
TyroneI should have gone home after leaving Alessio at the church, but instead I found myself sitting in a bar with a woman whose name I had already forgotten, listening to her complain about a man who apparently had the audacity to break her heart and then post pictures with another woman two weeks later.I wasn't particularly interested in the story, but she was attractive, and I had always been good at pretending to listen when there was something worth getting out of it."You aren't listening to me," she said, narrowing her eyes at me.I lifted my drink to my lips and smiled. "I'm listening.""Then tell me what I just said.""You said your ex is an idiot.""I said he was a narcissistic asshole.""Same thing."She laughed despite herself and reached across the table, running her fingers lightly over my wrist. "You're very charming when you want to be.""I know.""Arrogant too.""That isn't news."She shook her head, smiling, but my attention had already drifted toward the phone si
TRIGGER WARNING: this is a priest x vampire story, it involves improper use of holy water, crucifix and communion so please if you can't handle this I will advice you skip the entire parts of this story. TyroneI had attended enough funerals to know that people loved pretending death was the end of something. It never was.Sometimes it was the beginning of grief, sometimes revenge, sometimes relief, and occasionally, if the person was unlucky enough, the beginning of an eternity they hadn't asked for. I knew that better than most, considering I'd been dead for nearly two centuries, yet somehow I found myself sitting in a crowded cathedral watching a twenty-six-year-old man prepare to devote his entire life to a God who had apparently decided he wasn't busy enough.Alessio looked nervous as shit.I could tell despite the way he kept his face composed because I knew him well enough to notice the little things. His fingers kept brushing against the edge of his sleeve, his shoulders were
MiaThey keep me right on the edge, my body shaking with more need if that is even possible but the slow strokes from Shadow makes it harder, i need to feel them, to touch them. My mouth opens but the sounds leaving my mouth are no longer words, only raw pleas and shaky gasps. When Shadow finally growls “Now” against my spine and Blue’s fingers press harder, another round of orgasm rips through me so violently my vision whites out. The cry that leaves me is loud and cracked and almost startled.I didn't think it was possible to have an orgasm mid orgasm but these men were pushing buttons in me I didn't even know existed. I’m coming—oh my god I’m still coming—My body nearly shatters into half and again Shadow doesn't pull out again, he stays buried deep in me hips barely moving, just tiny grinding rolls that keep the pleasure dragging on and on while I’m still fluttering around him. Every small movement sends another aftershock through me. My thighs are trembling in the rope. My wri
I pulled off his thick cock with a wet pop, my swollen lips glistening. My fingers kept rubbing tight circles on my swollen clit, the pleasure making my thighs tremble. The stranger’s deep voice sent fresh heat through me as he spoke again. “I want to taste you, baby. Spread those legs and let
I slipped quietly through the back door, my pulse racing with excitement. Gosh I had missed Tyler. My pussy clenched at the thought of his name and I clasped my palm over my mouth to hold back my moan. It was what? Two weeks? Vibrators can only manage a sex crazed girl like me. The house wa
My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at Jake standing in the doorway. Heat flooded my face, and embarrassment rushed through me so fast I felt dizzy. Aiden was still buried deep inside me, his body warm and heavy against mine. I pushed at his chest, trying to scramble away, but his hands he
I froze in the doorway, did I hear clearly? I mean his tone sounds inviting, is he asking me to...? Shit. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, his skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I swallowed my moan threatening to spill out of my mouth. Fuck, he was ho







