“One of Alastair’s hands grips onto the waist of Oliver’s torn jeans and the other rakes into that beautiful, curly mess of brown hair. 

Alastair finds himself pushing, starving for a kind of affection he has long lacked in his life. The curve of Oliver’s back increases as he leans into him. Alastair spreads his hand wide against the curve of Oliver’s spine and parts his lips in a further attempt to devour the other."

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The Vampiric Lenoir siblings enjoy a life of fame and wealth thanks to their parents' successes in selling ethical vampiric products in this modern world. Alastair, the middle child, has resigned himself to a life of service. Namely, keeping his siblings out of trouble and the good name of their parents out of the tabloids. That is until he meets a particularly handsome necromancer who claims to have invented plant-based vegan blood all on his own.

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Blood, Coffee, and Cream is written by N.S. Quinn, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Blood, Coffee, and Cream

Alastair’s lazy mind manages to reclaim the concept of temperature regulation. Cold. Oliver, must be cold. His vampiric body is sucking the heat from Oliver. Despite his intent to help, Oliver groans a complaint as Alastair raises them up slightly to reach for his jacket that had landed nearby. Alastair tucks it around Oliver’s shoulder’s and is gifted a very pleased hum from the man on top of him. 


They manage to stay comfortable this way for a few blissful minutes longer, but eventually, the jacket is not quiet enough and their skin grows tacky where they are pressed together. 


Oliver vocally protests his own actions this time as he hauls himself upward. Alastair goes with him and watches as Oliver yawns huge, his wild hair almost completely obscuring his eyes. Alastair pulls the jacket tighter around Oliver’s shoulders when he ends the yawn with a shiver. Behind him, the sun has nearly set and, with it, the air has cooled in the drafty apartment. 


Chapter 10: Rest for the Wicked