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Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Fourteen: Haunting
HelaineAs I packed up my paints, I caught the music shop owner out of the corner of my eye—of course he’d been dressed like Dracula. There were a million and a half Draculas every Halloween, only, most of them weren’t real vampires.No, the real vampire was probably just rolling out of his coffin about now, doing whatever it is he does when he’s not making a mess of my body and mind.Evan had caught me off guard last week, holding me like he did after another amazing session. I’d been swept up in the moment too, but when we were laying together, entangled as we were, I was struck by a moment of clarity.It wasn’t real.I was only there in the first place because Evan was paying me, not because we had some deeper connection. It was easy to forget that when he looked at me like I was worth so much more than the hundreds he was paying me, and he touched me like he was praying.But at the end of the day, there was no “we” outside of our monthly session.I was just sex and blood, and he w
Last Updated : 2024-12-03Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Fifteen: Not Alone
HelaineThe knocking on the door grew louder, accompanied by an ugly shout of, “I’m coming in, Helaine!” from my scumbag landlord.“You need to hide,” I whispered, shoving Evan toward the bathroom. “Quickly.”“Why?” His brow furrowed as he stopped in the doorway, his gaze shifting toward the door. “Who is that?”“Jeff—my landlord,” I pressed, looking up at him with desperation in my eyes. “Look, if he knows you’re here, it will create a whole mess that I really don’t want to deal with.”Evan stared at the door a moment longer before nodding, cupping my face in his hand. “Alright, but I’ll be right here if you need me.”“Thank you.” Leaning up, I snuck a quick kiss before shutting the door just in time for my landlord to burst into my apartment, letting himself in with his own set of keys.He’d never been shy about busting in here, whether I was home or not. It was for that reason that I tried not to spend too much time here. I hated the way his gaze was both lecherous and judgmental a
Last Updated : 2024-12-04Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Sixteen: Hell in You
EvanThe second her hand touched mine, I pulled her against me, holding her head to my chest even though there was no warmth in my body to offer her.She didn’t seem to mind, burying her face in my chest as I held her tight.“I will never judge you,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her hair. “You will always be safe with me.”It was an oath, one I felt deep in my bones. I didn’t have much of a soul to swear on anymore, but whatever I had left belonged to her. Intrinsically, I knew that.But my eyes weren’t on her as she relaxed into my arms. My gaze was fixed on her painting, on the demon’s black eyes, devoid of soul but brimming with ugly, feral, want.I’d looked into those eyes before, decades ago, when I was a mortal man. I saw them in the mirror, saw them in a man desperate to ensure that his legacy would live on forever.What a poor deal it was.Sure, E.V. Rose and The Dirtbags lived on through CD sales, then through the music streaming services that came to dominate the industry
Last Updated : 2024-12-05Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Seventeen: Masterpiece
HelaineHe looked down at me with so much reverence in his eyes that I suddenly felt sorry for my canvases. When I painted for myself, I poured out all the hate and pain inside of me, projected in paint, wax, whatever medium I chose.Evan though, as he trailed his hand down my body, smearing the colorful oil paint down my pale flesh, he looked at me like a work of art—like he did when he carved his roses into my skin, only . . . softer, without the lure of my dripping blood tempting him.It made my heart flutter and my cheeks warm as I looked up at him, still coming down from the haze of the orgasm he’d given me.His eyes were careful, thinking, as they remained locked on my body, until his gaze snapped to mine. His head tilted in question, his lips tugged into a playful curve.“Would you like to create some art together?” He dipped his fingers into the palette he’d ruined—before running twin red streaks down my chin. “I’ll replace the paints we use, with a high end brand, if you’d li
Last Updated : 2024-12-06Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Eighteen: Abyss
Helaine“You want me to be your canvas?” His eyes smoldered as he looked down at me, a small grin curling his lip.My stomach felt like there was a rock in it.Was he going to reject me? Did I step out onto a very vulnerable limb, only to learn that Evan can only have things one way? After all, this would be the first time during our sessions that I’d asked him to lie back and let me do what I pleased.But all that nervous tension evaporated the second he started to peal off his heavy leather vest.“I like it,” he purred, taking me by the chin and leaning in for a quick kiss before he continued. “Pick up your paints and pour out all your hell into me.”His words made me shiver, and my heart raced as he began to undress.Evan was slow and methodical as he shed his layers. The metal studs on his belt jingled with a metallic clink when he tossed it aside. His eyes were low lidded, yet still remained locked with mine.My own gaze traveled lower to the hint of hair that disappeared into hi
Last Updated : 2024-12-07Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Nineteen: Drowning
Helaine“We should get cleaned up.” His eyes flitted down my body at his handprints all over me in crimson red. “It’ll only be a few hours before my . . . acquaintance shows up at my place.”His lips pressed into a thin, uneasy line. “That is, if she’s willing to help us at all.”The way Evan shifted his weight between his feet did nothing to assure me. Typically, the man radiated confidence, but something about this so-called acquaintance seemed to put him on edge.Of course, the photo didn’t help, I was sure. If I did something to Evan’s soul, I couldn’t blame him for acting strange.But . . . I was only human. The idea of meeting someone who scared my vampire lover wasn’t an easy pill to swallow.“Who is she?” My brow furrowed suspiciously. “I’ve never seen you look this nervous before.”“She’s . . . no one good.” He hesitated, and it felt like he was trying to decide how much to tell me. “But she’s the only one who might be able to give us some answers.”I stared at him for a mome
Last Updated : 2024-12-08Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Twenty: The Night Shift
HelaineThe city was a different place after dark.Old streetlights that hadn’t been updated since the 1920s cast ominous shadows, thanks in part due to the gothic architecture of the shades. Between the old-fashioned aesthetic and the understated truth that the city was at least halfway funded by mob money, it served partly as a time capsule to a bygone era.Maybe that was part of why Evan decided to make his home here—he was alive in the eighties, so if everything around him was much older than he was, maybe he didn’t feel so locked out of time.His hand tightened around mine, almost as if he could hear my thoughts, but I knew he couldn’t. He was just excellent at reading me, and listening for my heartbeat.Probably doubly so tonight, since he’d taken more of my blood than he intended to.“It’s just around the corner,” he assured me, his thumb caressing the back of my hand. “It’s my favorite little hole in the wall spot.”“Do you eat real food?” My brow furrowed curiously. “I’m stil
Last Updated : 2024-12-09Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Twenty-One: Lady of Snakes
HelaineIf I’d thought Cardinal Street was a sketchy place in the daylight, it was so much worse after dark.The yellow glow of the old street-lamps cast the worst of the shadows here, poorly illuminating macabre works of art that made walking down the road feel like starring in a production of Dante’s Inferno.I’d have given anything to be back in my apartment with Evan, to be back on the floor, paint on our bodies, his hands on my skin . . . before that photograph changed things.The atmosphere was different now as we walked this street. There was a desolation, a quiet fear hanging in the air that refused to be brushed aside.No one but us knew why, but it didn’t stop it from permeating their very beings.A man wept softly, kneeling on the dirty pavement below the painting of the dead dove I’d seen the last time I came to Evan’s apartment. Instead of the beautiful red ribbon that had bound the dove when I saw it before, the dove was wrapped in snakes, its blood dripping down over th
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Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Thirty-Six: Sucker Love
HelaineEvan’s eyes lingered on me as I pulled his old shirt over my head. The material was thicker than I was used to, but that made sense considering it was a man’s shirt from the eighties, not the flimsy tissue that passed for fabric nowadays.The jeans were a little tight on my hips, but at least they were clean and dry, instead of spattered with someone else’s blood.But . . . there was more than just old clothes in the back of the el camino, and I had the distinct impression that he didn’t want to look at it when he had me pick our clothes.I wasn’t the only one with a past, and that was never a secret. But the more my mind lingered on what I saw in the truck-bed the more I wondered exactly what happened, and why he didn’t want to talk about it.“You look good in my clothes.” He hooked a finger through one of the belt loops on my borrowed jeans and used it to pull me close so he could press a kiss to my freshly washed hair. “I’ll have to let you raid my closet when we get back t
Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Thirty-Five: Lithium
EvanHelaine clung to me with tears streaming down her face and I was suddenly very aware of the blood drying on my hand as I smoothed down her hair.We were a mess, inside and out.No one took their first kill well. Taking another human life wasn’t supposed to be easy, but there were more layers of it for her.Through that one brutal action, it was like the darkness in her was roused from sleep. I saw it in her eyes, and there was no way I could pretend that I didn’t.“It’s going to be alright,” I murmured into her hair, but the words felt hollow even as I said them.How could I even begin to define “alright” for her right now?Whatever happened, whatever path she chose, I knew that I’d follow her. I’d take a thousand lives if it meant getting to twine mine with hers. It wasn’t as though spilling blood was new to me.Lilith called me Helaine’s champion, and she wasn’t wrong.But that wasn’t what Helaine needed to hear right now and as she clung to me, trembling as sobs wracking her s
Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Thirty-Four: Monster
Helaine“I’ll handle it,” he whispered in my ear, as he slid out of me, stuffing his still-hard cock back into his jeans. “Let me do the talking.”My stomach felt like it had tied itself in knots, remembering the last time those words came out of his mouth.Of course, that wasn’t fair of me.He was in a vulnerable place that night. He’d just been shown evidence that after all these years of nothingness and hunger, he was getting his soul back. I couldn’t begrudge his need for answers.Not when we were currently sticking our necks out to hunt down my dad for any information he had about me.Evan could never have imagined that summoning Lilith would have caused the trouble it did. As far as Evan knew before I took that photo of him, I was perfectly human.And it wasn’t as though living in ignorance would have changed the terrible truth that I was literal the spawn of satan.At least I found out while there still might be time to do something about it.The way he strode toward the absolu
Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Thirty-Three: Anti-Christ
HelaineThe man let out a gurgle as I pulled the rope more tightly around his neck, and I didn’t let go until his body fell completely limp. His face hit the floor hard with a terrible thwack as his nose broke against the ground.My breathing was labored as I stood over him, amidst the carnage. I almost couldn’t believe what I was seeing, what I’d just done.But he would have killed Evan if he had the chance, and I couldn’t let that happen. He was the only one I had who could ever understand what I was going through, and I . . . I cared for him.Deeply.My hands trembled and my head ached as the world seemed to spin around me.I killed a man today. I took a life. A soul.“Helaine, you should’ve stayed in the room,” Evan scolded me, but I could see the gratitude in his eyes as he approached, holding me in his arms. “They wouldn’t have even hesitated to kill you.”“Which is why we killed them,” I retorted, clinging to Evan as I stared down at the still-warm corpse of the man I strangled
Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Thirty-Two: Slayer
EvanThe look of pure concern in her eyes stabbed into me like a knife to the chest. The wound closed as I dragged my thumb across my hand, but she had already seen.The damage had been done.“I never meant for you to see me like this.” I gazed at her with pleading eyes, quietly begging her to understand.Before now, she’d seen me as a domineering presence—always careful, and always in control, but by the very nature of the vampiric curse, there was an inherent weakness.One that made me look and feel truly pathetic.“What—what’s happening?” She asked with a furrowed brow as she extended a gentle hand to touch me, only for me to flinch away. “Evan?”“I should have known this would happen, sleeping away from my coffin.” Shaking my head, I moved as far away from her as I could in the bath, water sloshing around us. “But I haven’t needed nearly as much blood since I met you, so I thought I’d manage until you recovered enough.”“Your coffin? What does that have to do with—”“Sleeping in a
Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Thirty-One: High Tide
EvanHelaine was still asleep when I awoke, our limbs woven together on the comfortable bed. It had been a long time since I’d slept without the walls of my coffin to protect me, and sleeping in the open like this unnerved me.It had been a too long since I worried about slayers—Cardinal and Main was such a crime ridden street that a careful vampire could go entirely undetected. I had for decades.But being out on the open road again was a risk. I knew that when I suggested it, but there wasn’t much choice.Helaine’s father was the only person who might be able to shed some light on her true origins, and there was no way in hell she’d be able to let it go until she got some answers.I couldn’t let her keep on suffering like that.Unwinding myself from the warmth of her embrace, I sat up to stretch. The corner of my lip tugged into a smirk when she groaned in her sleep, inching her body closer to where mine had been.She was so filled with life that I couldn’t help but admire her.Anti
Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Thirty: Uncharted
Helaine“How does it feel?” He took me by the hand, inviting me to stand on trembling legs, still wobbly from my orgasm.“It’s . . . ” I struggled to put it into words. Even with the intense burst of pleasure dissipating, the plug in my ass kept my body on edge, desperate for more. “It’s almost like I could come again if you touch me at all.”He must’ve liked that, because his lips curled into a cat-like grin as he backed me against the bed, sliding his hand up my thigh before cupping my sex. “We’ll have to get you one for home . . . maybe one that vibrates.”My bottom lip disappeared between my teeth and I squirmed against his body. Just the idea of having that much stimulation on top of our usual sessions was almost enough to undo me all over again.“Evan,” I whimpered, bucking my hips against his hand like a bitch in heat. Mercifully, he slipped two fingers into my dripping cunt, situating his thumb against my clit as he slowly pushed me toward that edge.“I’ve never liked my name
Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Rose Garden
HelaineEvan’s fingers curled against that sweet spot inside of me again, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried so hard not to come undone.“That’s a good girl,” he purred as he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips with a hum of approval before that sinful tongue of his lapped up my juices. “There, it’s just up ahead.”My eyes watered as I squirmed in my seat, left frustrated by the ruined orgasm.But I knew Evan. Whatever he had in store for us would more than make up for it.“What is?” I asked, squinting to try and get a better look at the unassuming building on the side of the road, nothing around it for miles. “A motel?”“The Rose Garden,” he explained, and sure enough when we pulled into the parking lot, an old neon rose glowed above the entryway. “This place has catered to kink since it opened back in the seventies. It’s where I had some of my first real experiences with BDSM, back when I was . . . ”Back when he was alive.“Do we have time?” I looked up at the m
Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Twenty-Eight: Road Trip
EvanHelaine almost dropped the brown paper bag of takeout from The Night Shift when I opened the garage door to reveal what was once my pride and joy, a shiny red 1959 el camino I bought with my paycheck from the band’s first big American tour.The damn thing brought back memories—fond memories I didn’t deserve after what I’d done all those years ago. That was why I kept it in here. I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it, but I also couldn’t stomach looking at it.Even seeing it now, I could almost hear the laughter of my old friends—could almost feel the sun on my skin as we raised hell from Vegas to Reno . . . it was a whole other life.A life I didn’t deserve to daydream about.Now though, the el camino had a new purpose, and the look on Helaine’s face made all the discomfort I was feeling about seeing it again worth it.Her lips parted in a quiet gasp as she looked back at me. “Is this . . . ?”“The very same.” I nodded, the corner of my lips tugging into a smirk in spite of my
