Blood Dreams 3
Peter can’t remember. Like stars twinkling out of existence at dawn, his memories fade. Only in his dreams can he see the dark, violent events that have imprisoned him for centuries. A chance encounter with a stranger named Ian leads him down a path of no return, an escape, and a chance to be free. Peter risks everything he knows – and so much he cannot recall – to quench his thirst for love and break the chains which bind him to the creature who holds the keys to his past.
Blood Dreams are serial paranormal MM romance short stories released in episodic format. Each installment in the series picks up after the previous. In this episode, Hector returns and needs to hunt. Join Peter’s dark journey today!
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
After closing and locking the door, I climbed the steps returning to the hall. The bathroom was next to the bedroom and across from the sitting room. The door was ajar, and I could hear the shower running. The steamy, fragrant air rolled into the hall. My mind raced with apprehension. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. Worrying about Hector’s moods was an exercise in futility. He was the player, and I was the pawn. I had to savor the happy moments and accept the uglier times. I nudged the door open and entered. The bathroom was white tiled and pristine. A white linen curtain ringed the claw foot cast iron tub. I could see Hector in silhouette. I peeled down my running pants, unzipped my jacket, and let my clothes drop to the floor.READ MORE
I parted the curtain. Hector was facing away, shampooing his hair. The Pedigree were thin. Skeletal. He looked like a cat with no fur. His shoulder blades jutted out. The skin was taut. The tendons and sinews along the back of his legs and arms had no softness. He shifted as he washed. The inhuman patterns of his movements conveyed a predator ready to lunge and pounce. His abnormally long and thin fingers massaged his hair.
“Ah, Peter.” He moved out of the stream of hot water to make room for me to step in.COLLAPSE