“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

There is a beat of silence where Alastair tries to adjust to the sudden shift of volume and energy in the room. By the time he turns back to address Oliver, the other has already discarded the robe and slid the red dress over his head.


Alastair can do nothing but stare with his lips slightly parted as Oliver spins and the small jeweled embellishments catch in the light. It makes it look like the dress is artfully splattered with blood, if one had such a morbid mind as vampires tended to be born with. 


Still, in this deep hue, Oliver looks soft in it. He looks gentle, sweet, and intoxicating all at once. As Oliver spins, the low back reveals the flowery tattooes he has stenciled there by a clever hand. Alastair reaches out to trace them before he realizes he’s even crossed the room. Goosebumps trail his cold finger and Oliver hums softly.


“You really like this,” Oliver notes, gently. Alastair chuckles with some embarrassment over being so obvious.


Chapter 36: Feminine Wiles