Page 58 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Four

We’re a mess, but we don’t care.

There is only the carnal pleasure of sex and blood and the pressing energy of ecstasy behind us.

Bran growls, pulling in a long draw of crimson as he buries himself deeply. “I’m filling up that fucking pussy,” he tells me. “Come on my cock, Mouse.”

I close my eyes, feeling the thickness of his cock grow the closer he gets to coming.

His hands go to my hips, taking control of me with a hungry possessiveness that makes me fucking lose my mind.

The pressure explodes, burning through me, and Bran slams me down hard on him, filling me up.

I push all my weight forward, rocking my clit against him as the orgasm takes over my entire body, bones and all.

I’m shaking, trembling, breathless. Sweat beads at the back of my neck.

I ride the wave, Bran’s grip on me tight and sure, his tongue lapping up the last of my blood.

Gravity pulls me down as the pleasure blinks through my nerves. Bran takes on my weight as I sink forward against him and my hair tangles around his face.

“That was fucking amazing,” he says around heavy breathes. “You did good, Mouse.” He chuckles to himself, his breath smelling of wine and blood.

With what little energy I have left, I slip off of him, sticky and sweaty, and collapse onto the couch on my back. He finds a blanket at the end of the couch, the yarn coarse like wool. He drapes it over me and then sinks to the couch behind me, pulling me into him.

“We should get up,” I tell him, snuggling into the warm glow.

“Let us bask in this a moment longer.”

My eyes sink closed.

Bran’s breathing evens out beside me.

Everything is beautiful, especially this man and the way he makes me feel.

Before I know it, I’m out.

Episode 70

Dollar Store Fae

I wake to the warmth of sunlight on my skin and the prickle of dry grass beneath me.

It takes my brain several seconds to catch up and realize that this is wrong.

When did I fall asleep? And better yet, where?

Then I remember the fairy grotto, the sharp, bright taste of fairy wine, the orgy…

Bran.

I lurch upright, head foggy, my vision swimming.

Through squinted eyes, I make out a meadow in front of me and rolling hills that eventually meet a line of hardwood trees where a clear path disappears into the forest.

I’ve been here before, but only once.

Every human kid in Midnight Harbor grows up hearing the warnings about the fairy glen and the sealed gateway to the fae realm.

You never know when it may open again and the faeries will steal you away.

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