Jesse Madding wakes up one morning to discover everything has changed and he is completely alone, both Emma and Gideon gone. Betrayed by the last person he’d expect, the life he once had is over, and a new existence must somehow be forged.<br><br>Aching with the loss, Jesse vows to do everything he can to overcome the lies, return home, and find the vampire that makes his life worth living.

A Renaissance in Blood

How much blood could he lose now? All of it? Could he let Master drink and drink until he was just a husk? The thought became more seductive each time the vampire sucked on his flesh and flexed his fingers around Jesse’s cock.


The world tilted crazily around him as Master flipped him over onto his back. His ears rang a little from his head hitting the floor, and his skin stung from slapping against the hard surface, but the vampire was oblivious to any of it. His focus was on Jesse’s cock, its long, slim length nestled tightly in his grip.


The flat of his tongue ran over the head. Jesse moaned as it skimmed over the slit, and clutched his hands at his sides when Master began to nibble at the velvety crown.


Those weren’t his blunt teeth. Those were fangs. And the fresh sting meant he was adding blood to the wetness of the pre-come.


Chapter 11