All Chapters of His Blood Moon Kiss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DEVNico Hargrove, my stepbrother of two years and occasional morning tormentor, is standing near the foot of my bed when I finally pull the blanket off my face.“What are you doing there, Varma?”My brain is still trying to separate Julian’s mouth from my bedroom when I remember my underwear is wet and my cock has not completely gone down. I grab the blanket higher over my lap. Nico notices immediately.“Wow.” His eyes stay there. “You are hard.”“Why are you in my room?”“Wait.” He steps closer, and I can almost see the thought forming. His gaze moves from my face to the blanket again. “Did you actually come in your sleep?”Heat crawls into my ears. “Shut up.”Nico lets out one startled laugh. “You did.”“I said shut up.”“You are one horny motherfucker.”He sounds genuinely impressed, which somehow makes it worse. Nico occasionally wanders into my room in the mornings for no reason beyond wanting a reaction. Sometimes he steals my charger or opens the curtains while I am sleeping.

Maya pulls up eight minutes later with one hand on the wheel and the other holding an iced coffee she definitely did not buy for me. I get in and shut the door before she can ask why I am standing outside in the cold smiling like an idiot.She looks at me anyway. “What happened?”“Nothing.”“That face is not nothing.”“What face?”“The one you make when you’re trying not to tell me something embarrassing.”I reach for her coffee. She slaps my hand away without looking and pulls from the curb. “Julian stopped,” I say.That gets her attention. “Julian?”“There is only one.”“And?”“He asked if I was going tonight.”Maya makes a noise like she has just been handed evidence in a case she has been building for months. I turn toward the window before she can see me smiling again.The rest of the school day is irritatingly normal. Half the seats in my last lecture are empty because everyone with decent travel plans has already left for break, and our professor gives up twenty minutes early a

DevThe figure standing several yards ahead of me looks human until I focus on it. Its arms hang too low, and its shoulders sit strangely beneath a head I can’t make sense of no matter how hard I stare. The space around us is empty, with only dark ground beneath my feet and this thing watching me like it has been waiting.Monster is the only word that fits.It raises one hand and curls its fingers toward itself. I understand what it wants. Come closer. I stay where I am, so the creature waits and makes the same gesture again with slow patience.“No.”I step backward. My foot lands, and I take another step, then another, but the distance between us stays exactly the same. My throat tightens. I turn as if I can run and somehow I am still facing it, still the same few yards away, still being watched. Its hand comes up again, beckoning me closer.I jerk awake so hard my shoulder slams into the headboard. For a few seconds, I have no idea where I am. My breath comes fast while I stare arou

DEVVictor is completely naked on the bed, one hand moving between his legs. I know exactly what I am seeing, and the first useful thought my brain gives me is that I need to go. My weight shifts backward, ready to carry me down the hall, but Victor’s head tips against the pillow and a low sound slips out of him. I stop.I have never seen him like this. Downstairs, Victor is always put together, even when he is half-dressed. His shoulders stay squared. His face barely gives anything away. Now one arm is thrown above his head and his body is stretched across the sheets with none of that careful control left. His chest rises harder with every breath, the muscles across his stomach pulling tight before loosening again. One knee is bent, opening the line of his hips, while his other leg lies extended across the bed. His thighs look heavier without the green pants covering them, thick with muscle where they press into the sheets.I should be walking away.Instead, my eyes follow the moveme

DEVMy throat works once before I can make myself answer. Nico is close enough that if I stretch my leg out from the edge of the bed, my knee will hit him. The pillow is still clamped across my lap, and his eyes drop to it before returning to my face.“Maya came because she was worried.”“That why the door was locked?”“She didn’t want the whole house hearing our conversation.”“What conversation?”“None of your business.”Nico’s mouth tightens. He takes another step, and now the front of his thigh is almost against my knee. “You expect me to believe she sat in here for an hour talking about nothing?”“I don’t care what you believe.”His gaze falls to the pillow again. “You cared enough to hide that.”My fingers tighten around the fabric. “Get out.”“Who were you thinking about?” The question lands so cleanly that I hate him for it.“What?”“When I walked in.” He tips his chin toward my lap. “You had your hand down there and your jeans open. So who was it?”Victor’s voice flashes thro