All Chapters of FREAKY AFTER DARK : Paranormal collection : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

BOOK 1 :THE HUNTER'S SURRENDER Chapter 1Vesper's POV I drained the bag of blood in three quick gulps while fixing my necessary accessories in place. I wiped my mouth with the back of my black leather gloved hand before returning my Moonshrad dagger, wooden stakes, silver bullets and wolfsbane poisoned ring to their hidden sheaths. They were all designed to look aesthetically pleasing to humans, but very few knew who I was. Supernaturals included.I'm Vesper Thorne, one of the last ancient vampires on earth, living for so long you lose count makes you take on different adventures to ease boredom, and this gig I took last night was exactly that kind of adventure.A newly turned vampire went rogue after being turned against his will in a lust driven haze. He killed his sire immediately and didn't go through the normal onboarding process with the Council. Now he's being hunted, and I decided to take the job. After all, it's been a while since I visited New York City.I materialized o

BOOK 2: INCUMBUS BARGAIN GONE WRONG CHAPTER THREEScar POV"Jason, we'll both be late if you don't get your ass in the bathroom," I said for the hundredth time that hour as I added the finishing touches to my makeup. We were already late as it is, hopefully we'd still make the party."Shit. We're one hour late already." Jason's flustered voice came from his gaming chair. He rushed out of it, dropping his Xbox controller, headset and everything on him before bolting to the bathroom. I couldn't help my eye roll at his dramatic rush. His system was still on, so I went over to help him shut it down properly when a message popped up on his screen."Wednesday is too far, lie to that bitch and come eat this clean shaven pussy for breakfast tomorrow."I froze before clicking on the image attachment. I wasn't expecting to see my boss Bianca's face attached to a bare glistening pussy staring right at me.Jason was still in the bathroom and would probably complain about boundaries and privacy b

Chapter 5: Scar's POVKade looked different in my passenger seat, but even with the glamour, he was impossible to ignore. Without his horns and silver eyes, he passed for human, he was tall and commanding at six-three, broad shoulders straining the black T-shirt, thick arms crossed casually. and those soft Dark hair I'd fisted like my life depended on it during orgasms, fell in loose waves over his forehead, framing a strong jaw and full lips that promised more. His deep brown eyes held a warmth that hid the predator beneath, but his build screamed power, especially his visible chest I wanted to trace with my tongue. He was the kind of beautiful danger that made your heart race, the man you'd fantasize about pinning you down and owning you completely."You look... normal," I said, clearing my throat and head of all sex thoughts."Normal enough." He flexed his fingers. "But glamour drains me. I'll need to feed soon or it'll drop."Heat pulsed between my legs at the word feed. I shifted

Chapter 7: Zara's Orgasm I floated naked in the hangar with tendrils wrapped around my waist and thighs, anchoring me in zero gravity. My skin prickled from the cool air while slick already coated my folds, thick and slippery, dripping slowly in tiny beads that floated away. My clit was swollen, throbbing visibly, begging for pressure."Deeper now?" The voice in my mind was warm and patient. "Tell me what you want, Zara."I arched my back hard, pushing my breasts toward the glowing core pulsing in the shadows. My nipples were tight peaks, aching. "Touch me everywhere. Don't hold back."Two slender tendrils curled around my breasts. Tiny suckers latched onto my nipples and started a slow rhythm. Tug, release, tug, release. Each pull dragged the sensitive flesh deeper into the warm mouth-like grip. The ridges inside the suckers massaged the areolas in tiny circles while the suction pulsed stronger, milking my nipples until they felt swollen and oversensitive. A sharp pleasure shot betw

Chapter 9: Riana's POV The creature pinned me to the forest floor, his weight solid and warm. His body had already begun to shift when he tackled me, his fur receding in patches, limbs lengthening into powerful humanoid lines with broad shoulders, corded arms, clawed fingers that encircled my wrists without breaking skin. His face hovered above mine now, I couldn't help but admire his sharp jaw, high cheekbones, glowing amber eyes framed by dark hair that fell forward. Fangs glinted when he spoke, but his voice was deeply human-edged and intimate.It feels like a scene out of my drunkenest nightmares, maybe I'm still in shock. “Let me go,” I said in a trembling voice.“No.” He leaned closer, breath hot against my throat. “You’re ovulating. I can smell how ready your body is.”Heat rushed to my face. “I’m human. I don’t—”“Doesn’t matter.” His free hand traced my ribs slowly. “You walked into our territory smelling like need. Rut moon makes it impossible to ignore.”Wolves—real wol