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Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Though he was dangerous, with those shadows in his eyes that hinted at secrets that could shatter this fragile family if he truly tried to. I checked the door lock twice to be sure that it was locked. Damien seemed like the guy who could sneak into my bed while I was asleep. Not like I wouldn't like that. That night, sleep came with dark yet twisted dreams of his gray stare boring into me, devouring me. Ones where his cock was thrusting deep into my cunt while I screamed his name without an iota of control. I woke up gasping, fingers slipping inside myself to chase the ghost of him. My head arched back, mouth open as my moving fingers brought me climax.

He told her retreating form, however not even sparing the old woman a single glance as his attention remained trained on the human beauty before him. All silent and completely invisible, the dark shadow watched from a close corner as the two unsuspecting and very different beings intently stared into each other's eyes, the mere sight making it feel so sick and utterly disgusted. That last nightmare he had planted within her mind should've been enough to scare her away or even make her move out, with a little bit of luck. But no, there she was lying in the vampire's arms like the fucking sleeping beauty she was and closer than ever. Fucking whiny little bitch.

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Polly looked back at her, confused, not registering. “He’s a very, very bad man, Polly,” Caitlin said. “He’s a dark and evil vampire. He is a loyal member of Kyle’s Blacktide coven. He’s come back here from another century, probably sent back to find me. I’m sorry to say this, but he’s using you. And you have to stay away from him.” For the first time ever, Caitlin watched Polly’s face contort with anger.

My eyes darted towards a moving cart, my fierce sight catching the attention of one—Vampires! I sped down, hoping to catch them off before they got to the stone valley. I lunged at the vampires. They hadn't seen me coming. Fury and rage were all that spoke. Black blood scattered all over the ground. Broken bodies littered the crossroads. One lunged at me with a quickened pace, but I caught him mid-air, tearing him in half. Meara's chocolate scent hammered heavily at the back of the cart. I was certain she was being held there against her will. It enraged my Lycan the most.

‎ ‎I can barely stand as the force of his power hit me, the wind from his rage whipping through my hair and dress. ‎He isn’t Dravon anymore. He is every part of what they had feared him to be, Lycan strength, demonic rage, and the cold, cruel fire of vampire blood. ‎ ‎Anita stumbles backward, her face pale, her eyes wide. For once, she doesn’t speak. She doesn't need to. Her terror says it all. She has awakened something beyond control. Nobody can control Dravon now, not even me. ‎ ‎I force my body forward, inch by inch, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear. “Dravon,” I say again, though my throat is raw. “You’re scaring them. You’re scaring me.”

It took a step toward me, then paused, before turning away. My heart raced as I watched the beast disappear into the night. The adrenaline coursing through me was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but follow. It led me to the edge of the French Quarter, where the buildings gave way to the swampy fringe of the city. The moon cast a silver glow over the murky waters, and the air was thick with the scent of decay and life. As I ventured deeper into the shadows, I heard the distant sound of a struggle, the grunts of a fight punctuating the stillness. My instincts screamed at me to stay away, but the book's stories of the werewolves' code of honor and protection spurred me on.

I don't still know why she would stoop so low to begging him, while I don't blame her, Axel Tyler was classified as the most eligible bachelor, he has been ranked twice as number one on the list of the men women loved to bang and date. "I hate you Axel Ryker" Amy shouted then stormed towards a red car then drove off. When Amy's car was gone and out if sight, I waited for Axel to get Into his own car before stepping outside of my hiding spot. When I got home, it was about 9pm, I saw cassie by the fire place,dressed in only a night robe and a glass of white wine in her hand. "Why do you look so happy" I asked as I sat beside her pouring myself a glass of white wine.