No amount of candy can compare to Karter's blood.
Karter is pretty sure werewolves don't trick or treat but leave it to Lola to twist his leg with guilt to talk him into it.
What happens when Karter has to convince his vampire boyfriends to go trick or treating?
Some promises are given and buttons are pushed. It's the best Halloween ever!
Four vampires one werewolf, a romance you didn't see coming.
- 1 To Be Read list
Pairings: MMM, 4+ or Other
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 2
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 3 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Alpha Character, Enemies to Lovers, Lone Wolf, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever
Word Count: 10000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
“To your room now,” Eddison said as he stood. He was already removing his suit jacket and working the buttons on his vest. Karter’s brain short-circuited for a second as he watched Eddison’s slender fingers work. His flesh would soon feel them. Even if it was covered with pain, it would change to pleasure, overwhelming Karter to the point he couldn’t tell up from down.
“Karter,” Eddison said.
Karter avoided Eddison’s eyes. “I’ll be in your roo—” Karter found himself kneeling on the ground in seconds as Eddison loomed over him. Karter licked his dry lips. How did they all affect him that way?
“You’re holding a secret?” Eddison asked.
It wasn’t a secret, but Karter wasn’t exactly in the spill-everything type of mood. He shrugged. “Why don’t you try and get it out of me, then.”READ MORE
A devilish smile came onto Eddison’s face. “Are you sure about that?”
Karter wore his own smirk, knowing that Eddison needed it just as much he did. Eddison needed to give out his controlled pain, and Karter craved to be brought down to that moment where he floated on pain and pleasure, his mind blank and his body free.
“Then to your room,” Eddison said, turning to head toward the door.
Karter moved as fast as possible. He shifted his hands and shredded his shirt before standing and kicking Eddison’s desk against the far wall on the right. Books fell and he probably broke more shit, but Karter was determined to not go to his room.
Eddison stood there staring at him and the mess that was his office. Karter saw the small tic in the corner of his eyes, and he knew he’d succeeded in riling up Eddison.
“Is there a reason you are trying to push my buttons?” Eddison asked.
“Is there a fucking reason you keep asking pointless-ass questions?”
Eddison only stood still for another second before he was back to removing certain garments. “You are very impatient tonight.”
Karter rolled his eyes. “And your fucking point is?”
Eddison had his vest off and was working on rolling up his sleeves. Karter was mesmerized by the act. He’d seen Eddison fully naked plenty of times, but nothing turned him on as much when Eddison rolled his sleeves up so that his forearms showed.
“Your heart is beating erratically,” Eddison pointed out.
Karter flicked his gaze up to see Eddison staring at him, but he wasn’t sure what to say about that. It wasn’t like he could make it stop.
“Strip the rest of your clothes off, and bend over my desk,” Eddison said.
Karter tore the rest of his shirt off, but when he got to his jeans, he made sure to take them off and fold them. Unlike Weston, who would demand it of Karter, giving him no room to argue, Eddison demanded, but there was always the underlying understanding that Karter could say no. Karter knew the pleasure and pain that awaited him, and he didn’t hesitate.COLLAPSE