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Chapter Twenty-One: Lady of Snakes
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Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Twenty-Two: Mother of Monsters
HelaineAurelia’s head snapped backward at an unnatural angle, causing me to take a few cautious steps back as I observed the black ooze leaking from her body like ink.My eyes were focused on her as they had a mind of their own. Even if I had wanted to look away, I wasn’t certain I could. The moment felt pivotal, like my entire self was staked into the now.“Fuck, Helaine, move!” Evan shouted as he returned Bacchus to his tank.I couldn’t move though. I couldn’t take another step—my feet may as well have been rooted to the floor as I watched Aurelia’s body contort, and the symbol of a moon and cross burned itself into Evan’s floor.A gasp ripped through me as Evan’s body collided into mine, scooping me up into his arms to rush me away from Aurelia, just in time for a ring of fire to erupt around her.The flames burned high and ominous, making the whole room feel like an oven, but somehow nothing in the apartment seemed to catch fire, making the whole situation feel so uncomfortably s
Last Updated : 2024-12-11Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Twenty-Three: Ruins
HelaineThe anti-christ.I was the goddamned anti-christ.When Evan untangled himself from my arms I sucked in a shuddering breath, trying to find some sense of stability before I had to speak.My whole identity had been irrevocably destroyed in one fell swoop. Everything I ever thought about who I was and who I would become was shattered, replaced by the image of a woman I barely recognized, sitting upon a throne of skulls at the end of all things.How could I be responsible for something like that? I could barely pay my own bills, let alone usher in the apocalypse.All I ever wanted was a normal life, and now this happened.Evan made a bee-line for the moon and cross symbol, dragging his foot through the soot and ruining the imagery before he looked back at me with a horrible look of pity. “Are you . . . okay?”“No.” What was the point in lying? My entire body was trembling, and my eyes filled with tears when he wrapped his arms around me, encouraging me to bury my face in his chest
Last Updated : 2024-12-12Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Twenty-Four: Laudanum for the Soul
EvanHelaine clung to me, her delicate fingers digging into my leather vest to pull me closer to her. Normally, such an open invitation would have been unquestionable.But I couldn’t be sure she was in her right mind—she certainly didn’t seem like she was in the right place to be making decisions like this.“Are you sure?” I asked, my hand moving to cup her cheek. “This is a lot to take in, and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”She scoffed, openly staring at me like I’d told her a particularly unfunny joke. “Evan, you were just inside me less than a few hours ago, and you think you’d be taking advantage of me now?”“It’s different—”“It’s not,” she interrupted me, sitting up a little straighter and fixing me with an intense gaze. “Not to me, anyway. If this changes things for you—”“It doesn’t.” It was my turn to cut her off. Resting my forehead against hers, I took in a deep breath. I didn’t need it, not to survive at any rate, but it helped to ground me. “Nothing could ever st
Last Updated : 2024-12-13Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Twenty-Five: Holy Water
HelaineTwisting on top of the coffin, my wrists bound in leather, I all but screamed his name. He couldn’t see my face, blindfolded by the fabric of my own shirt, but tears of sheer, overstimulated ecstasy were spilling down my eyes like twin rivers.It was agony, of the most exquisite variety.I choked out a sob when he slipped a fourth finger into my dripping cunt. It was too good, he was too good. Never before had any partner of mine had me so aching and desperate for them like this.Evan could have asked anything of me, and I’d have given it to him if only it meant he’d keep dominating my body and mind.But he asked for nothing—save for my trust.And I did trust him. He was perhaps the first person in my life that I’d ever been able to trust so implicitly. Before him, I didn’t believe in faith. I learned early on that faith in people only led to pain.But the pain Evan brought me was only a tool to bring us both to greater pleasure.“Evan!” I begged, writhing in my binds, arching
Last Updated : 2024-12-14Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Twenty-Six: Wide Awake
HelaineWhen my eyes fluttered open, I found my face buried in Evan’s chest. We were locked together in a tangle of limbs in the too-small sleeping space. Most coffins weren’t built for two, and his was no exception.But then, coffins weren’t built with the comfort of the living in mind.He carried me here last night after we got out of the bath. He said I could sleep on the couch if I’d be more comfortable, but I wanted to stay with him, so any aches I might’ve felt today on account of the cramped sleeping arrangements were my own fault.But it was worth it to fall asleep in his arms without having to question the way he felt about me.Carefully, I untangled myself from Evan’s embrace, climbing out of his coffin carefully so as not to wake him. I wasn’t sure if I even could wake him, considering I had no idea what time it was.Were vampires compelled to sleep through the day, or was it just about avoiding sunlight? There was so much I didn’t know. So much I would need to know if I wa
Last Updated : 2024-12-15Sanguine Inclinations Chapter Twenty-Seven: Days Gone By
Helaine“Just wanted to know if you were planning on coming by for Thanksgiving. I love you.”Sucking in a hissing breath, I whipped my phone across Evan’s apartment, where its fall was luckily broken by his plush red couch before clattering to the floor. Evan looked at me like I’d lost my mind, but I was beyond caring.If the fact that I was the anti-christ wasn’t enough to scare him off, I highly doubted that pacing around his apartment like a caged tiger was going to be the final straw.“How fucking dare he,” I snarled through gritted teeth. “What right does he have to sound so god damned normal after everything that’s happened?”Evan only watched me, having the curtesy to give me my space when I needed it. If he tried to hold me right now, I’d probably combust. I couldn’t stay still, not when I had this much furious energy burning through my veins like acid. “I take it he doesn’t call often.”“He calls on the same day every year.” I grimaced, looking at the phone in his grasp as t
Last Updated : 2024-12-16Sanguine 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
Last Updated : 2024-12-17Sanguine 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
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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
