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Flynn

I n all my dreams of Sebastián’s mouth on my neck, none had prepared me for the reality of his fangs.

The initial shock of those razor-sharp teeth piercing my neck sent lightning through every nerve—sharp, white-hot agony that made me gasp and clutch at his shoulders. My fingers dug into the fabric of his coat as my body went rigid.

“Breathe, Flynn,” he rasped against my skin, having pulled back. “You must breathe.”

The second pierce went even deeper. Hot tears burst into my eyes. My body trembled, and I clung to Seb, squeezing him tightly instead of hissing out my pain. Don’t show him how much it hurts.

The metallic tang of blood filled the air. My blood. Seb was drinking my blood. My heart hammered wildly, rabbit-fast, pumping harder, faster. How much was he taking? And would he actually be able to stop? Oh god, why hadn’t I expected it to hurt quite this much?

But then his tongue—warm, gentle, almost languid—lapped at the wounds in between his little sucks.

The pain began to ebb away, replaced by waves of dizzying sensation, and each draw of blood sent sparks dancing behind my closed eyelids.

My chest felt tight—another ice attack? No .

Instead, a radiating heat bloomed within me that made me arch closer to him with a quiet gasp.

His arm tightened around my waist in response.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as the glorious warmth spread through my limbs, and my grip on his shoulders loosened.

One hand continued to cradle the back of his head, fingers threading through those dark curls.

The steady rhythm of his drinking became hypnotic.

The world narrowed to just this—his mouth latched onto my neck, the light scrape of his stubble against my skin, the gentle press of his body against mine, keeping me anchored.

Time lost all meaning. There was only the soft wet sounds of his feeding, my uneven breaths, the thundering of my pulse. My head fell back further, offering even more of my throat. His appreciative growl vibrated through me as he nuzzled deeper against my skin.

Tongue swirling patterns between draws, Seb soothed any lingering burn. Pleasure coursed through my veins like liquid gold, making me tremble for entirely different reasons now. My fingers flexed in his hair as another moan slipped past my lips.

“Seb,” I breathed, barely recognizing my voice.

He made a sound deep in his throat that rippled through me like a wave breaking against rocks. His free hand slid up my body to find the back of my head, his thumb rubbing concentric circles into my scalp.

Then I was drowning. Drowning in sensation.

The van’s metal floor was cold beneath me, but everything else burned hot.

So hot. The first curl of arousal caught me by surprise—a warm flutter low in my belly that quickly intensified with each pull of his mouth.

A loud moan filled the dark van, and it took a moment to realise it was my own.

The pleasure coursing through me was soon overwhelming, threatening to sweep me away entirely.

I needed—god, I needed to hold on to something.

Someone. Him. My arm flailed out, desperate to find purchase.

“S-Seb,” I gasped, my fingers scrabbling down the rough fabric of his coat.

Finally, finally , I found his free hand. I threaded my fingers through his, clutching tight enough that it should have hurt. His fingers clamped around mine in return, their grip like iron bands. The pressure grounded me, gave me something to focus on beyond the dizzying waves of sensation .

A particularly deep draw had me arching up with a broken sound. The pleasure intensified, spreading like wildfire through my veins. My toes curled in my shoes. Every nerve ending sparked and fizzed.

My hips shifted restlessly as the feeling grew, heat pooling deeper, transforming into an overwhelming tide of need.

Each wave of pleasure crashed higher than the last until I was lost at sea, anchored only by Seb’s steady grip on my hand and the sweet, burning pressure of his mouth against my throat.

“I need—” My cry stopped me from finishing my sentence… your hand on me.

Seb’s lips continued to move against my throat, his tongue never leaving my skin.

The brush of his curls against my neck sparked electric shivers that shot straight to my straining cock.

My hips snapped up of their own accord, desperate for release.

The drag of denim from my jeans, combined with Seb’s soft, throaty sigh of contentment, was my undoing.

My mind emptied, leaving only raw sensation behind. Sparks exploded behind my eyelids as pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until it burst. I screamed with euphoria, the sound lost in the darkness of the van, as I came hard, untouched.

Hot cum spilled into my underwear, soaking through the fabric and leaving me gasping for air. My body shook with the intensity of the orgasm, every muscle clenching and unclenching in a frenzied dance of bliss.

His mouth never leaving my neck, Seb held me close as I thrashed about, coming apart in his arms. His grip on my hand tightened, grounding me even as everything around me seemed to blur and fade away.

A glorious heat bloomed and spread through my limbs, making me feel boneless and utterly spent. The waves slowed, my shudders lessening until I was left panting for breath, completely wrecked. I tried to open my eyes but found I lacked the energy.

The darkness spun lazily around me, everything wrapped in a sweet, hazy glow.

Everything felt… perfect. Light. As if I were floating just be neath the surface of a sun-warmed sea, the water holding me suspended in this moment of pure bliss.

I never wanted it to end. My thoughts drifted like leaves on a gentle current, too scattered to grasp.

Nothing existed beyond the warm cocoon of sensation enveloping me, beyond Seb’s solid presence anchoring me to reality.

His fingers were still threaded through mine, our palms pressed together. I couldn’t have moved if I tried—my muscles had dissolved into honey , thick and golden. Even breathing felt like too much effort.

The euphoria began to fade, though the heaviness in my limbs did not. My thoughts turned almost sluggish, like trying to wade through deep water. The van’s metal floor seemed to tilt beneath me, though I knew we weren’t moving.

He was taking too much.

“Seb,” I whispered, giving his shoulder the gentlest nudge. My arm felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

He didn’t respond. Was he lost in his feeding? The steady pull of blood continued, each draw making my head spin faster.

“Seb, you need to stop now.” My voice came out barely above a whisper. “Please.”

His only answer was another deep draw that made the world darken. My heart fluttered like a trapped bird, struggling to keep up.

“Sebastián!” I shoved against his chest with every ounce of strength I could muster, but I had all the impact of butterfly wings. The effort left me even more lightheaded.

As my arm flopped uselessly back to my side, I sank deeper into the strange floating sensation. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice whispered that I should be terrified. He wasn’t going to stop. I was going to die here, drained dry in the back of a van.

But panic felt too far away, like watching storm clouds gather on a very distant horizon. Instead I felt… peaceful. As if I were drifting off to sleep in a warm bath, letting the water carry all my worries away.

“You remind me of the ocean,” I murmured into the darkness. “Wild and endless and home. ”

The world swayed gently. My thoughts foamed, dissolved, scattered.

“The sea’s too big without you.” The words slipped out, barely a breath, as darkness crept in at the edges. “Don’t want to be alone again.”

Then, he was gone.

His mouth tore away from my throat with a deafening snarl that shook the van.

The sudden absence left me reeling, adrift without my anchor.

Through blurry vision, I caught a glimpse of him—horror, clear as day on his bloodstained face.

His hands trembled as they cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks, tender yet desperate.

“Flynn?” Seb’s voice came from very far away, laced with fear and concern. His hands moved to my chest, my thigh. He rubbed soothing patterns on my hipbone. “Say something.”

I managed a small hum in response, forcing myself to take steady breaths.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Flynn.” Seb’s voice wavered. “I took too much.” His hands violently shook against my skin. “Good god, I couldn’t stop. I completely lost myself. I should never have let myself drink from you.”

Even through my blood-loss haze, the self-loathing in his voice hurt my soul. I wanted to reach for him, to tell him it was worth it—that he was worth it—but my tongue felt too heavy to form the words.

The van tilted and swayed around me like a ship in rough seas. My head felt stuffed with cotton wool, thoughts drifting lazily through a fog. Seb was right—he’d taken far too much.

But all I felt was a surge of warmth blooming in my chest as I looked at him. Even through my hazy vision, the raw anguish on his face tugged at something deep inside me. He looked so lost, so broken. My vampire.

With monumental effort, I pushed myself up to a sitting position.

The world spun violently, and I had to pause, waiting for the dizziness to subside.

When my vision cleared enough, I took in the sight of him—slumped against the van’s side, eyes fixed on the floor, shoulders hunched in defeat.

His white shirt was torn and soaked dark crimson, though the wound that had been pouring blood earlier was no longer bleeding .