LOGINwhat can i say? I like happy endings. (you may notice a pattern🤫)
OLIVIA. I’ve known Talin and Douglas since college. Ten years of friendship, countless inside jokes, that comfortable intimacy that comes from knowing someone through hangovers, breakups, career changes, and every messy moment in between.We were having our monthly game night… pizza, beer, and increasingly ridiculous truth or dare. It was tradition at this point, something we’d been doing since our early twenties. Now we were all almost thirty, supposedly mature adults, but give us enough alcohol and we regressed instantly.“Truth or dare, Liv?” Douglas asked, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.“Dare. Obviously.” I never picked truth. Where was the fun in that?Talin laughed from his spot on the couch, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair. “You’re going to regret that.” Douglas and Talin exchanged a look, that silent communication they’d perfected over years of friendship. They were a unit, those two. Best friends since high school, the kind of bond that made me sligh
NAYANA. Two months into our arrangement, and everything had changed.Dimitri didn’t just feed from me anymore… he fucked me while he fed. Every night, sometimes multiple times. He was insatiable, his need for my blood matched only by his need to be inside me, claiming me, marking me over and over.I had bite scars on my throat, my wrists, my inner thighs, my breasts. Places he’d drunk from while making me come, permanent evidence of his claim. And I loved every single one.But tonight was different. Tonight, he’d said, he wanted to try something new.“Blood bonding,” Dimitri explained, both of us naked in his enormous bed. “It’s… intimate. More than just me drinking from you. It’s an exchange. My blood for yours. It’ll link us in ways that are difficult to explain.”“What kind of link?”“I’ll always be able to find you. Feel your emotions, sometimes hear your thoughts. You’ll feel my hunger, my desire. We’ll be connected.” His hand cupped my face. “It’s permanent. Once we’re blood
NAYANA. One week in, and I was already addicted.Dimitri fed from me every night, sometimes twice. Each time was more intense than the last—his hands on my body, his mouth on my throat, my blood on his tongue while I came apart beneath him. He made me come every single time, coaxing orgasms from me with skilled fingers or his mouth between my legs while he drank from my inner thigh.That had been a revelation. Dimitri biting my thigh, his tongue against me, drinking my blood while he ate me out. I’d come so hard I’d nearly blacked out.But he never fucked me. Never took it beyond orgasms and feeding. And it was driving me insane.“You’re restless tonight,” Dimitri observed. We were in his library, me curled up on the couch with a book I wasn’t reading, him at his desk working on something I didn’t understand.“I’m fine.”“Liar.” He set down his pen, those silver eyes pinning me in place. “I can hear your heartbeat. Smell your arousal. You’ve been wet all evening, haven’t you?”M
NAYANA. Dimitri’s home was a penthouse that screamed old money and power just as aged. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city, but they were heavily tinted. Antique furniture mixed with modern art. A library that could have belonged to a museum. And a bedroom that made my breath catch. Enormous bed with black silk sheets, another wall of windows, and an en-suite bathroom the size of my old apartment.“This is yours,” Dimitri said, setting my bag down. He’d had someone collect my things while we drove here. “You have full access to the entire penthouse, but this room is your sanctuary. I will never enter without permission.”“Even for… feeding?”“I can feed from you anywhere.” His smile was dark. “Your bedroom, my bedroom, the library, the kitchen counter. But this space remains yours. A place you can retreat if you need distance from me.”The consideration surprised me. “Thank you.”“Don’t thank me yet.” He moved closer, and I felt the weight of his presence—predatory and i
NAYANA. I knew I was being followed.The club was packed, bodies grinding against each other to music that pounded through my chest, but I could feel eyes on me. Predatory. Hungry. I’d felt it all week—that crawling sensation of being watched, hunted.I was Type O Negative. A Universal donor. And in a world where vampires had revealed themselves five years ago, my blood type made me walking prey.“You should leave.”The voice came from directly behind me, and I spun to find the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Tall, easily over six feet, with dark hair and eyes so pale blue they were almost silver. He wore all black—expensive, tailored—and radiated the kind of danger that should have sent me running.But I was frozen, caught in his gaze.“There are four vampires circling you right now,” he continued, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “Young ones. Reckless. They can smell what you are, and they’re working up the courage to try to take you.”“And you?” I managed. “What
TAIRA.Planning an escape from a high-security extraction facility while also maintaining the appearance of normalcy turned out to be incredibly difficult. Especially when I also had to keep extracting Kade four times a day to avoid suspicion.Not that the extractions were a hardship anymore.We’d completely abandoned protocol. I still collected his cum for the facility, but now I did it while riding his cock, or while he bent me over the bed and fucked me from behind, or while I sucked him off and let him come down my throat before spitting into the collection vial.The sex was incredible. Urgent and desperate and raw. Every time felt like it could be the last before we were caught.“Touch yourself,” Kade demanded one afternoon, his cock buried deep in my pussy as he fucked me against the window. “Want to watch you make yourself come while I’m inside you.”I reached between us, finding my clit and rubbing frantically. The angle was perfect—he was hitting something deep inside me







