Werewolf & Vampire Poly 2 (complete)

    You’re three days into your journey through the Carpathian mountains. It’s been hard, but every day you feel a renewed vigor to keep going. You keep wanting to push forward more and more, but Niclas has had to hold you back. 

    “You can’t push yourself. If you do that, you’ll only make it worse for yourself in the long run,” he tells you, his hands clapped down on your shoulders as he tries to make you calm.

    You look aside, gazing at the crags and cliffs you’ve already conquered. You then look up, seeing the cloud filled sky and realizing that you have so much more to go. Your pulse is pounding. Ever since that night you slept with Niclas and dreamed of Gavril, you’ve felt him near. It’s as if you can taste Gavril in the air. You know he’s close. And while you don’t understand exactly who or what he is, you know you have to find him.

    Niclas hands you a cup of hot soup and makes sure you start eating. “I know you said your period doesn’t matter, but you’re still in a vulnerable state.” He pours his own cup and sits back.

    You join him at his side, curling up beside him. Having slept with him, you both feel closer to him, yet strange. For some reason, you feel as if he did it from a sense of possessiveness. As if your dreams were making him self-conscious. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but for some reason, Niclas seemed more on edge than you would expect. You know he’s worried about you, especially here, but he seems overly cautious.

    “We should get some sleep,” Niclas grumbles after eating. “We’ll clear this area tomorrow and probably come to a path.”

    You furrow your brow. It’s still daylight out, you still have a lot of hours left to go on. Why did he keep doing this? 

    “Are you sure?” You ask.

    He nods. “Positive,” he says as he starts to set up the tent.

    You have no desire to go to bed now. You’re tired, but you don’t want to sleep. You want to continue and find Gavril. Niclas was a professional and knew what he was doing, but right now, it felt like he was lording that over you. 

    “Why can’t we continue even for another hour?” You know you sound obstinate, but so does he. 

    Niclas turns and looks at you, his dark eyes narrowed. “Because-” he hesitates, his chest puffing up. “Because I feel like it’s safer.”

    Sure, you’re more likely to anger right now, but even if you weren’t riding your menstrual flow, you still would have pushed him into the blood river at this moment.

    “Why isn’t it safe?” You snap at him.

    He stares at you, shocked for a moment, then he glares, turning his body towards you. “Because that’s what I said.”

    You scoff. “It’s a beautiful day out! Why can’t even go a little further? Just an hour more? Every day I feel like we cover less and less ground.”

    “That’s what it’s like! The further you go, the rougher the terrain. The rougher the terrain, the harder you work. The harder-”

    “Yeah, no duh!” You huff, puffing your chest out to match his. “I’m not stupid! I know how this is supposed to go. But it’s like you’re trying to stall.”

    Niclas takes a step towards you, for a moment his eyes look apologetic. He then turns his head, staring down at the ground. “You don’t know-” he starts then stalls. “I want to protect you.”

    “And you can,” you growl. “You don’t have to be so controlling to do it. I will listen to you. You just have to tell me. You say I’m in a vulnerable state? Had I known your feelings for me were going to get in the way, I would have asked someone else to take me.”

    He looks down, and you feel like you’ve won this fight. 

    “Maybe,” Niclas sighs, rubbing his brow. He won’t meet your eyes. “I know that. I just-” he takes a few steps away and turns his back to you. 

    “Say you’re sorry,” you roll your eyes. “Don’t try and talk your way out of it. Just say your sorry and tomorrow you will try to be better.”

    He turns, looking at you. 

    “Admit your wrong you moron,” you say with a soft smile. 

    He smiles back at you. “I’m sorry, ok?” He huffs and motions to the tent. “Let me finish putting this up.”

    You nod and step back, glancing towards the path you’ll take tomorrow. All you want is to keep going. You can feel it in your bones that you’re close. You just can’t stand the waiting. You return to the tent, laying down inside. Niclas lies beside you, putting his arm around you.

    As you sleep, you find yourself in your dream. It starts as usual, but when you are grabbed you fight back. You try to get back to the entrance of the cave. 

You hear the wolf howling louder, and it turns into pained cries. You scream, trying to wrench away from the hands holding you. The tortured screams and cries of the wolf make you fall to the ground sobbing. You lay there, weeping as your chest feels like it’s caving in.

    You feel long, cold arms wrap around you. Gavril lays his forehead on your shoulder. He is weeping too. “I am so sorry,” he cries. “I don’t know what to do.”

    You wake up with tears streaming down your face. You stare up at the roof of the tent, trying to catch your breath. You glance over at Niclas, only seeing his outline in the dark. You sit up and exit the tent. Standing in the dark and cold as the wind tousles your hair.

    You wipe your face and sniffle, taking in deep breaths as you try to pull yourself from the viscerating heartache of your dream. You feel something touch your cheek and you turn, only seeing darkness. You smell something sweet in the air, like honey.

    “Is someone there?” You whisper.

    You feel a finger brush against your lips. You lean in, touching cold lips. You press closer to the kiss and reach out, touching a thin, frail body. 

    “You’re so cold,” you whisper.

    Gavril’s laugh is dark and rough. His throat sounds dry as he breathes. “Am I?” He asks. His long fingers brush through your hair, and he traces the curve of your ear. “I feel warm with you.”

    You sniffle, biting back an excited sob. “I wish I could see you,” you whisper. 

    “Don’t,” he replies. “I am still healing. I am not as glorious as you would remember.” His cry voice whispers into your ear as he kisses your cheek.

    You tug away your jacket, opening it up and exposing your neck. “Do you need to drink?” You whisper.

    Gavril gasps and you feel his breath at your throat. Then, you feel him move away from you.

    “Wait I-” you’re grabbed from behind and pulled into Niclas’s arms. 

    “What are you doing?” Niclas grumbles sleepily. 

    You swallow, clutching your jacket closed around you. “I had a bad dream,” you whisper, feeling Gavril slip further away.

    Niclas mumbles something then sighs. “I did too.”

    You go back into the tent with him, and he pulls you into his arms. You kiss him softly, and he presses closer to you. His body is so warm and big and yet he’s trembling. 

    “What’s wrong?” You ask.

    He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about me.” He kisses you again. “I’ll be ok in a moment.” 

    You close your eyes, holding him tight until he stops shaking like a leaf in a storm. You soon fall asleep, and no more dreams come.

    In the morning, after eating and packing things back up, you continue on your path. The excitement in your grows. After your far too brief meeting with Gavril, you feel an urgency to find him. 

    Niclas seems strange that day. He seems to hesitate but push forward. He looks scared. If there is a sudden noise or a too harsh breeze, he flinches and jerks. You notice his hands trembling at one point, and you stop him. You take hold of his hands, squeezing them tight.

    “What’s wrong?” You ask.

    He frowns, glaring down at the ground. “Nothing. Let’s keep going.”

    You make him stand still. You hold onto his hand, gripping them tight. “Niclas, tell me,” you whisper. “You’ve not been right all day. You’ve barely said a word.”

    He frowns and looks away.

    “Niclas,” you insist.

    He turns and glares at you, his eyes bright yellow. “I’m going to die!” He roars at you.

    Your eyes go wide, and you forget to breathe.

    “I’m going to die here!” He snarls. “I saw it!” He wrenches his hands away from you. He clutches his face and tilts his head down. “I saw it I-” he trembles and whimpers.

    You put your arms around him. “It was just a dream,” you murmur softly, trying to coax him.

    He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight. “I can smell them,” he whispers.

    “Them?” You ask.

    Niclas looks up. “Others,” he says. “Like me.”

    You grab hold of arms, feeling that it isn’t just his hands that are shaking, but his entire body. Niclas is terrified. You look up at him, into his yellow eyes. He’s going into a panic, and you need to calm him.

    “Look at me,” you force him to turn his head and look into your eyes. “Niclas.” You cup his face between your palms. 

    He’s breathing hard, and he’s starting to shift. You see the sinew of his face stretch and pop. His neck throbs and pulses, growing thicker. Fur starts to grow where hair normally is and then spread.

    “Don’t,” you shake your head. “Don’t do this.”

    He wraps himself around you, shaking and he starts to whimper. You cling to him, gripping hard to his back. “Niclas,” you whisper. “I’m here. It’s ok.”

    He lets go, taking a few steps back. He braces himself against the stone and snarls. His teeth are huge and sharp in his mouth. “We need to get you somewhere safe,” he growls. 

    “Nic-” He cups his hand over your mouth.

    “I mean it,” he pants. “The full moon has them riled.”

    You grab hold of his wrist.

    “Your period is screaming to them,” he says. “The fresh blood, the heat-” he shakes his head as he tries to stall the shift. “They’ve been heading towards us this whole time I just…” he winces. “I didn’t realize it until last night. It’s too late to turn around.” He starts stripping away his clothing, shifting fully.

    He grabs you, pulling you onto his back. He runs forward, climbing while you cling tight to him. In the distance, you hear a chorus of howls. Niclas snarls, climbing straight up until he finds a cave in the wall. He tosses you and his pack inside then disappears.

    “Wait!” You scream over the edge as he climbs down.

    Niclas is silent and drops to the ground as the howls grow closer. He steals one last look up at you, lingering before he runs off.

    You lean back, sitting with your back to the wall. You sniffle, covering your head as you start to cry. As the sun sets you see light coming from inside the cave, You turn, seeing hundreds of candles flicker to life. Wax has built up on the floor, standing tall from the ground and melting down in frozen waterfalls on the wall. 

    You stand up, looking into the cave and then back out. The view is exactly like what you saw in your dreams. You gasp and shudder as tears pour down your face. “Oh my god,” you clasp your hands over your mouth. 

    You smell something sickly sweet again, and you turn back into the cave. You walk in, the further you go the more candles that burn to life. You come to the back of the cave where you see a thick black curtain pouring from the ceiling. You reach towards it, and a hand comes out, grabbing your outstretched hand and lacing their fingers with yours. The skin of the hand is an inflamed pink and purple. The fingernails are black and jagged. The hand squeezes, and you return it. You go forward, stepping through the curtain into darkness again.

    You rush forward, falling into Gavril’s spindly arms. He moans softly, clutching you to his chest. “Welcome home,” he rasps.

    You laugh softly, clinging to him. His chest feels sunken, and his skin feels like crepe paper. You try to see through the darkness towards him, but the candles don’t light here. He touches your cheek and whimpers as he breathes.

    “You’re still so beautiful,” his voice croaks.

    You stand on tiptoe, pressing your lips to his. He clutches you, his fingers digging into your arms. You then step back, pulling off your jacket. You tilt your head, exposing your neck to him.

    “Hurry,” you whisper.

    Gavril’s lips brush against your neck. His dry tongue licks and you feel the sharp pain as he bites. He whimpers as he drinks. The pulling sensation that goes from tip to toe makes you feel warm and strange. You place your palms to Gavril’s chest, sighing softly as his moans grow deep.

    He pulls back, his mouth wet and his tongue thick as he licks at the bite marks. He pants and a soft chuckle fills his throat. “You even taste the same.”

    You touch his chest, feeling it is more robust. His skin feels soft and velvety to the touch too. You touch his arms, they’re still thin but stronger. Candles start to flicker on and you gaze up at the face you saw in your dreams. Tragically lovely, with long, gossamer white hair. He smiles at you, a dribble of blood running down his chin. 

    You wipe the blood away, and he licks it from your fingertips. He grabs your wrist, kissing your palm and down your arm.

    “Gavril,” you say softly.

    He looks into your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

    You clutch his hands. “My friend,” you whisper. “He’s out there-” your throat feels tight.

    Gavril pulls you close, kissing your hair and sighing. “It’s just like before,” he whispers. He touches your cheek and looks into your eyes. “He’s back too.”

    You stare at him. “What?”

    He leads you out of the black curtain and into the cave. “When you were first in my arms, I wasn’t your only lover,” he says. “You were still mortal then. You had been thrown from your village because you were accused of being a witch. I took you in, and while we fell in love, there was something you craved that I couldn’t give you.” He sits with you near the entrance. 

    “You wanted children,” he whispers. “I couldn’t give them to you, but I had noticed there was one of the Wild sniffing around.” He smiles at you. “He became your familiar, your confidant. He laid with you and made you his mate.”

    “Niclas,” you whisper.

    Gavril kisses you. “When he died you mourned yourself sick. There was nothing I could do for you.”

    You wrap your arms around Gavril’s neck. 

    “I’ve longed to make up for my mistake,” he whispers.

    You turn, hearing howls and yipping in the distance. “Is he-” your throat goes tight.

    “That’s a sound of celebration,” Gavril whispers. “The Wilds are happy.”

    “Happy?” You whisper.

    Gavril nods. “I do not sense the dissension that I did earlier.” He takes hold of your hand and pulls you close. He leads you back inside as his arm loops around your waist.

    Gavril pulls you back into the cave. “You reek of blood,” he whispers. His fingers stroke down your center. 

    Your cheeks burn, and you step towards him. You tilt your chin, meeting his kiss. Gavril peels away the layers of clothes you wear, dropping them to the side and he lets his hands roam your naked body. His breath hitches and deep, primal growl vibrates in his chest.

    His fingers slip between your folds, and he moans with great pleasure. He pulls his fingers back, coated in your blood. He licks his fingers, and a wicked grin spreads his lips. “What a treat,” he pulls you back through the curtains. He lays you on the edge of his bed and spreads your legs. 

    You’re completely blind in the darkness. You hear him as he groans and sighs. You feel his fingers as they stroke between your breasts and then curl around your throat. He has you lay back, and you feel his tongue flicker along your folds.

    There is something sharp prodding your rear and belly. You realize he’s unhinged his mouth and you’re very nearly sitting in his mouth. His long tongue burrows deep inside you, and he growls and snarls hungrily. You gasp, gripping to the blankets as he fills you. He slurps and groans, panting hard. His teeth scrape against you and his hand around your throat squeezes gently.

    Gavril’s tongue writhing inside makes you twitch and gasp. He hits all the buttons. His tongue is well educated and so painfully familiar. You pant and sigh, stretching out and placing your legs over his shoulders. You shudder, feeling the heat in your belly pool and flow. It goes through your limbs, coursing like a flood until your back is arching off the bed. You clinch tight around Gavril’s tongue, and he moans.

    Gavril pulls back, and he chuckles darkly. “My delicious beauty,” he moans and climbs on top of you. He kisses your breasts, and you feel his cock rubbing against your folds. You whimper, reaching down and guiding him into place.

    “Are you eager for me?” He moans. “It’s been so long.”

    You smile as you feel slip him into place. You gasp softly as the old memory of making love to him comes to you in flashes. “It has.”

    Gavril spears you, pushing deep inside you. He moans darkly, grunting softly as he fills you. He huffs and licks your lips. You take his tongue in your mouth, sucking it as you hug your legs around his thin waist. 

    You roll your hips, meeting his thrusts, wanting him deeper and deeper inside you. You shudder and twitch, still sensitive from his tongue. Gavril moans and moves slowly, relishing in the feeling of being with you again.

    He kisses you and touches your face. “My love,” he whispers.

    “I know,” you pant. “I’ve been waiting too.” You kiss him hungrily. Your mouth opens wide as you start to feel him coax another orgasm from you. You moan into his mouth, and he pushes you down. He kisses you, his tongue pushing down your throat. He throbs and twitches inside you, and you feel his release. His body tightens around you, and you squeeze around him.

    After a moment, candles flicker on, and you gaze at the ceiling of the cave where you see bones hanging like a chandelier. You moan, curling into Gavril’s arms. 

    “Happy?” Gavril whispers.

    “Almost,” you murmur. You sit up, letting the blanket fall away from you. You turn, seeing glowing eyes watching you from the shadows. “Niclas.”

     Niclas is low to the ground, his eyes wide and his lips pulled back over his sharp teeth. You can hear howls and snarling coming from below. The other werewolves, or Wilds as Gavril called them, were outside waiting.

    You stand up, walking towards Niclas. “It’s ok,” you whisper.

    Niclas snarls at you, and he lunges, jumping passed you and gnashed his teeth at Gavril. Niclas grabs you, pushing you behind him. His huge monstrous body towers over you and even tall Gavril. 

    “Stay away from her,” Niclas growls as he licks at his teeth.

    You hear the chorus of howls and bellows from the other Wilds. You try to ram ahead of Niclas, but he pushes you back, keeping you locked behind him.

    “You keep taking her from me,” Niclas snarls. 

    Gavril raises his hands slowly. “I have never taken her from you. You’re the one who placed her in my cave before. And even before then, I never attempted to keep you both apart.”

    “Niclas, listen to him!” You snap.

    “You’re bleeding,” Niclas hisses.

    “It’s my fucking period you moron!” You snap at him, hitting his back as hard as you can to make him turn to you. “Niclas! You’re acting like an ass!”

    Niclas turns and glares at you then turns his attention back to Gavril, snapping his jaws in his face. “For years I’ve watched you take her from me! In my dreams I see her fall back into the cave at your mercies!”

    Gavril’s expression is sad. “I didn’t want her to see you, that is true,” he murmurs. “But it was because you were dying.”

    Niclas’ breath slows, and he shakes his head. “What?”

    “I loved you too,” Gavril whispers. “You were my friend, my partner. We loved her together and shared the same bed. You did for her what I couldn’t. Believe me when-”

    Niclas knocks him down and stands over him, placing his foot on his neck.

    “Niclas stop!” You cry.

    “Liar! Filthy liar! You sit up here in your filth! You left me to die!” Niclas snarls. “They told me.”

    “Who?” Gavril wheezes.

    “The Wilds, my kin,” he slams his paw to his chest. “They told me their ancestor died in your arms.”

    “Because she mourned you,” Gavril coughs. “She loved you so dearly that when they killed you-” he chokes as Niclas’ foot presses down.

    “Niclas stop!” You scream again. “The villagers did it!” You shout at him, kneeling on the floor before Gavril, trying to wrench his foot back. “You went out hunting for the baby!”

    Niclas stops, his foot lifts enough for you to push Gavril back and throw your body over him to protect him. “Baby?”

    You look up at him. “I remember,” you tell him, nearly choking on your tears. “I was pregnant, and you went to hunt for food. The villagers caught you, and they killed you.” 

    Gavril wipes the tears from your cheeks. “She mourned you,” he whispers. “So much so that childbirth proved too much for her. She gave birth to a daughter, and as much as it pained me, I gave her to the Wilds to raise properly.” Tears of blood are cascading down his cheeks. “I watched from afar as she grew to lead the pack,” he whispers. “I waited here. I wanted to die, but it would never take me,” his voice cracks. “And then I felt it. I knew your presence had returned to this earth, but I was too weak to find you.”

    Niclas steps back, hitting the wall and several candles fall from their perches. “You did…” he clutches his head. “You’re lying!”

    “No!” You hold your arm out. “Niclas, it’s the truth! Gavril brought you to me. He wanted you here. He loved you too!”

    Niclas looks up, eyes pained and his expression humbled. You stand up, walking naked towards him as you take him in your arms. He holds you fast, clinging to you as he falls to his knees.

    “In my dreams-” he breathes. “I thought the pain was from you being taken from me. I never thought-”

    Gavril goes to him, sitting by his side and placing his hand on his back. “I didn’t not want her to see you suffer so.”

    Niclas turns and looks at him, glaring but then he whimpers. 

    You pull Niclas to the nest, letting him rest on top of you. Gavril sits beside you, stroking Niclas’s fur until he shifts back into his human body. He sits up slowly, staring between you and Gavril.

    “I can’t remember,” he whispers. “But being here feels right. I feel at home.”

    You smile at him, pulling him into your arms again. You kiss him lovingly, and when he pulls back, he rises up, capturing Gavril’s face between his palms and kissing him. You smile as you watch them, seeing tears running down Niclas’s cheeks.

    Gavril smiles as Niclas pulls back and nods. “It finally feels like home again, with you both here.”

    The howls and snarls of the Wilds are growing closer. Niclas takes your hand, leading you to the edge of the cave. He takes you down, where the Wilds are all waiting. They all still and grow quiet, they tense and shift around you uneasily.

    They suddenly all rush forward, tackling you and licking you, happily yipping and fidgeting as they try to imprint their love upon you. These are your grandchildren, great-grandchildren. You happily accept them, hugging them and watching them bound back off into the night.

    “They’ve been waiting a long time,” Niclas murmurs. He turns and looks at you. “They recognize me as well. I thought I was walking into my death, turns out, I was finding my family.”

    You smile at him and kiss him softly. “How does it feel?”

    Niclas smiles. “I’m at peace.” He picks you back up, climbing into the cave where Gavril is waiting. 

    “I’m sorry,” Niclas remains at the entrance, not stepping in. “All this time I’ve been so angry and jealous,” he dips his head down in shame. “I hated for so long I-” he squeezes his eyes shut tight and lays his forehead on the ground. “I used my love for you,” he whispers to you, “to try and keep you away but-” A sob chokes his voice. “I was wrong.”

    Gavril kneels down before him. His long fingers run along the nape of his neck, and Niclas lifts his head. 

“I forgive you,” Gavril whispers as he helps Niclas to his feet. “You took care of her, even if you were misguided.” He steps aside, so Niclas is standing in front of you. 

You go to him, putting your arms around him. “It’s getting close to dawn.” You step back, taking both their hands and leading them back to the nest.

The three of you lay together in a pile, huddling in desperation and relief. All these years and you’re finally together again.

You wake up, feeling lighter than air and twice as relaxed. You stretch in the bed and recline again, staring up at the bone chandelier. You’re alone, but you can hear Niclas and Gavril just outside the curtain. You sit up, parting the dark curtain and you see Niclas’ naked back. Gavril’s hands are wrapping around his hips, and his mouth is clasped around his shoulder. Niclas moans as Gavril drinks from him.

Gavril’s eyes open and he looks directly at you. He releases his jaw and licks the puncture wounds sealing them. He then kisses Niclas, moaning softly and turning his attention towards you.

“You’re awake,” Niclas pants.

You bite your lip, holding back an aroused grin. “I wish you hadn’t caught me,” you say as you walk towards them. “I would have loved to watch you both a little longer.”

Niclas laughs, pulling you in so you’re sandwiched between them. “Don’t worry, we wouldn’t have done anything without you.”

You chuckle as they both kiss you, you face, neck, shoulders, and back were all peppered with their excited lips.

“What were you doing then?” You can’t help but laugh.

“A simple feeding,” Gavril licks your neck. “Giving me stamina for the day.” 

You twitch with excitement and give them each a loving kiss. “Ok then,” you say as you step aside. “What will happen now,” you ask. “Niclas and I can’t stay here forever,” you murmur, feeling pain rise up in your gut.

Niclas glances aside and sigh. “True,” he murmurs. “This isn’t the past. We can’t stay here. We have families back home too.”

“Then perhaps it is time I leave,” Gavril suggests. 

Niclas furrows his brow. “How?”

Gavril smirks and chuckles. “It will be a trick, won’t it? I can’t travel while the sun is out. But maybe we can find a way.”

Several weeks later, you’re back at home. You’ve finished packing the last box, and Niclas walks in.

“Done yet?” he grumps.

You turn and frown at him. “What’s the hurry?”

You both break into huge grins, and he takes the last remaining box from you. You then head to your new place. You had managed to find a new place to live, one that suits your special needs. You’re moving to a new state, so the drive is a bit long. 

You fall asleep in the moving van, arriving to the house that evening. You yawn as you step out of the moving van, taking your overnight bag from the back you go with Niclas to the front door as he unlocks it.

Inside the house is half done, there’s furniture at the ready, and most of the walls have been painted. 

“He’s been busy,” Niclas says.

Gavril walks out from the back and sighs with relief. “It’s about time.” He kisses Niclas then kisses you. “Where is everything?” He asks.

“In the truck,” Niclas yawns. “We’re exhausted, we’ll get it tomorrow.”

Gavril takes your bag and kisses you again. “I missed you,” he says.

“Missed you too,” you giggle.

It had been hard getting Gavril to the US. Considering he was centuries old, he had no documentation. Niclas managed to get what he needed, but you were too afraid to ask how he did. You then planned flights that only happened at night and got him to the coast where, for the remainder of the trip, Niclas and Gavril traveled by ship. You went on home, getting things ready.

You found a new place to live that would fit all three of you. You found an amazing deal on a place in a place called Hearthway Hollow. Once the house was purchased, Niclas got Gavril moved in and then came back to get you and pack himself up.

Gavril had gotten all the big stuff ordered and ready for you while he waited. Luckily, your neighbor, a Mrs. Locklear, was more than accommodating and even helped Gavril during the days when he couldn’t be out and about.

“I get weird loves,” she said. “If you saw my wife you’d understand.” She winked and never again brought it up.

Gavril shows you to the bedroom where all the windows have been blocked out as are covered by blackout curtains for extra measure. Candles are everywhere, just like the cave. You flop down on the bed and sigh. You then pull off your shirt and pat your neck.

“Hungry?” You ask.

“Starving,” Gavril takes off his shirt and lays over top of you. He kisses you, his lips trailing down your chin and onto your neck. He moans as he sinks his teeth in. You feel his sharp teeth puncture you. You grunt with pain then sigh as pleasure takes over.

Niclas walks into the room, sitting down on the and smirking as he watches. “Enjoying yourself?” He strokes your hair from your face.

“Who are you talking to?” You moan.

Gavril pulls back, licking his chops and sighing. “I needed that,” he growls, his body shivering. He licks your neck, sealing the puncture wounds.

You sit up and sigh, stretching out and grabbing Gavril. You kiss him and pull him down, wrapping your arms around him to cuddle. Niclas lays to your back, kissing right where Gavril just fed from.

“I think you made the right choice,” Gavril murmurs. “Hearthway Hollow is amazing town.”

“Is it?” You chuckle. “I’m glad.”

“The people are kind,” Gavril continues. “And at night, when I go out, I sense no danger. Mrs. Locklear is probably the scariest person I’ve met.”

“Sounds boring,” Niclas grumps.

You smile as you start to slip to sleep. “Sounds like home.”