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“Only if you’re comfortable with that,” he added. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” He pulled at his binds. “This is all to keep you safe, Flynn.”

“No… it’s— I just need a minute,” I managed. “To… get into character. ”

I practically fled the room, closing the door behind me. In the hallway, I pressed my forehead against the cool wall, trying to steady my breathing.

What the fuck am I doing?

This was mad. All of it. The bondage, the roleplay, the fact that I was about to have sex with a centuries-old vampire who was currently tied naked to a bed.

A really hot, really quite nice vampire , my brain helpfully supplied.

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling myself spiral into oblivion.

No. Stop.

I straightened up, squaring my shoulders. Seb wanted this. Wanted me . He’d made that abundantly clear.

You are a vampire hunter , I told myself. Confident. In control. Ready to make that vampire yours.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door.

Moonlight spilled across Seb’s bound form, creating shadows that emphasised every perfect line of his body. His eyes found mine, challenging.

I leaned against the doorframe, letting my fingers trail over the fading marks on my neck.

“You’ve been a naughty, naughty vampire,” I said, injecting my voice with a playful authority that surprised me.

“Having little sips of my blood while I was sleeping. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? ” I tapped the bite marks meaningfully.

A smirk played at Seb’s lips as he tested the ropes binding his wrists. “I can’t help it that you taste so good,” he crooned, defiant. “And by the way you writhed in your sleep, shouting and begging me to take it… I’d bet you didn’t mind.”

I pushed off from the doorframe, slammed the door shut, stalked closer to the bed. “You’re going to pay for this, vampire.”

“Foolish mortal,” Seb drawled, somehow looking regal despite being tied to my bed. “You dare challenge one who has walked these lands for centuries? ”

I swiped a neglected wooden coat hanger off the floor. At least the hook bit was sort of pointy.

“Your reign of terror ends here, creature of the night!” I brandished my prop stake.

“A coat hanger?” Seb tugged at his bonds, all coiled grace despite his restraints. “How pedestrian . Though I suppose I shouldn’t expect more from a hunter who wears red-chequered pyjamas.”

I jabbed the hanger towards him. “They’ll be the last thing you ever see, beast!”

His rich laugh boomed across the room. “Come closer then, fearsome hunter. Let’s see how steady your hand is when faced with true evil.”

I traced the hook down his chest, tantalisingly slowly. “Are you scared?”

“Oh no,” he breathed, smirking. “Whatever shall I do against such… exquisite torture?”

My gaze dropped to where his cock had hardened considerably, standing proudly in the center of the bed.

“Don’t you dare enjoy this, vampire!” I gasped sharply, slapping the wood against his chest as hard as I dared.

“Mmm,” he moaned, shameless and deliberate. “Is that the best you can do, hunter ?”

“Enough!” I straddled him in one fluid movement, pinning him with my weight. His thick cock pressed up against my own, the flimsy material a poor barrier, and my aching dick throbbed impatiently. “I think it’s time to silence that smart mouth of yours.”

The muzzle was waiting for me on the bedside table.

My hands shook as I brought it towards Seb’s face.

Viper-quick, he snapped at my fingers, teeth clicking together inches from my skin. I jerked back with a startled yelp.

“Careful, lovely hunter,” he taunted, eyes glinting. “I bite.”

Steadying myself, I grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back. The motion exposed the elegant line of his throat .

“That’s the last time you’ll try that, creature.” I tightened my grip on his hair, satisfaction coursing through me at his sharp intake of breath. “You’re going to be punished for your disobedience.”

His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Promise?”

I secured the muzzle around his head, tightening it enough to stay in place. The metal and leather contraption transformed him into something even more dangerously beautiful.

“Now then.” I traced a finger down his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch. “I think I deserve to have some fun with my prey before I end your miserable existence.”

Seb’s eyes blazed with challenge above the muzzle, and he arched up against me in silent defiance.

“Oh yes,” I breathed, maintaining my grip on his hair. “I’m going to enjoy making you submit, vampire.”

He made a muffled sound of protest, testing his bonds. I dragged my nails down his chest, watching him shiver.

My hand froze as reality crashed over me like an icy wave. What was I doing ?

This wasn’t me—this confident, dominating person. I was Flynn Carter, the guy who’d run away from his hometown because he couldn’t even handle kissing his best friend.

A muffled sound from behind the muzzle drew my attention back to Seb. He cleared his throat, the noise distorted by metal and leather, and made an encouraging “mm-hmm” sound.

I met his eyes. Gone was the playful defiance from our roleplay. Instead, his gaze held nothing but warmth and understanding. He nodded slightly, a gentle motion that seemed to say, “It’s okay, I’ve got you . ”

Those dark eyes pleaded with me to continue, to trust in this moment between us. There was no judgment there, no expectation—just acceptance and desire.

My racing heart steadied. This wasn’t Braymore Bay. This wasn’t about my past or my fears.

This was just me and Seb, finding our way together .

I reached for his hair again, fingers threading through those soft curls. “Now then, vampire. Where were we?” My voice grew more confident. “Ahh yes, you’re all tied up and muzzled. At the mercy of a mere mortal.”

Another defiant arch of his body.

“Ah-ah.” Pushing him down, I caught his chin, forcing him to meet my gaze. “I decide what happens now. When you move. When you moan.” I shifted my weight deliberately against his growing hardness. “When you come.”

The sound he made then was decidedly undefiant.

“And if you’re a very good vampire for me, then I might grant you the privilege of having your cock sucked.”

His whole body went taut beneath me, a shudder running through his muscles. Above the leather muzzle, his eyes blazed with a mix of desire and challenge, as if daring me to follow through on my threat.

I ripped my shirt off, then rocked back on my heels, quickly shimmying out of my pyjama bottoms without leaving my position above him. My cock sprang free, desperate for his. I rubbed myself against him, the friction fucking incredible.

A strangled sound escaped him then—not of pleasure, but something raw and wounded. His eyes fixed on my chest, where faint frost marks traced their ghostly patterns across my skin.

“Hey,” I murmured, catching his chin with my fingers, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Not now. Just be here with me.”

Seb made a low sound in the back of his throat, not sounding convinced.

I traced my fingers down his chest, determined to draw him back into the moment, to chase that haunted look from his eyes.

“Let me take care of you,” I whispered against his skin.

When his body finally relaxed beneath my touch, I smiled.

Reaching for the top drawer of the nightstand, I pulled out the bottle of lube I’d stashed there. It was strawberry flavoured, the only kind they’d had at the shop. Luckily, Seb couldn’t mock me for it. Not presently anyway .

As I squirted some onto my fingers before teasingly tracing it around my groin, Seb’s gaze followed the movement. Then, with a wicked grin, I dolloped a generous amount onto his cock.

His hips bucked involuntarily at the contact, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Easy there, vampire. We’re just getting started.”

My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for his dick. It was beautifully thick, heavy in my palm, and my mouth watered as I stroked up and down its smooth, silken length. Seb’s hips jerked, a muffled groan escaping past the leather.

I paused, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was my shaky exhale of breath.

I pressed myself into him, then taking both our cocks in one hand, I began to stroke us together.

My fingers strained, stretching so wide around us both.

But the feel of Seb’s pulsing dick against mine was worth it—the silky smoothness of his skin, the delicious friction.

I could feel every ridge and vein of his, and the coolness of his length against my burning heat shot a tremor straight through me.

My breathing grew ragged as I continued to stroke us, fiery pleasure building higher and higher. Seb’s eyes never left mine.

With a Herculean effort, I dropped my grip on us. From my position seated on him, I could feel the tension in his body, the way he strained against his bonds.

“Not yet, vampire,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “We’re not done playing yet.”

I leaned down, pressing a kiss to his leathery, muzzled mouth.

“You’re mine now,” I murmured against his sharp cheekbone. “And I’m going to make you scream my name before this is over.”

Bound and at my mercy, the body of Sebastián Salazar was mine for my mouth to explore.

Starting with his chest, I traced my fingers over the defined lines of his pectorals. His nipples were small and hard, and I pressed my mouth against one, to roll it between my teeth. My tongue flicked out against the hardened bud, and Seb writhed beneath me .