“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

Oliver looks beautiful like this. He looks beautiful under most circumstances, but particularly so when he was feeling confident. He looms over Alastair with a mischievous glint in his mossy green eyes. 


Alastair thinks that he should reciprocate with a similar expression. That was the normal progression of a situation like this. Oliver winks and Alastair gives him that wolfish grin. Even before Oliver, Alastiar hasn’t been entirely celebate and the dance had been similar with his past partners. 


A touch, a smirk, wandering eyes. He had enjoyed this dance many times before. He enjoyed it especially with Oliver. He thought, perhaps, this was a large part of the reason he had been won over by the other man so quickly. He is not a fool in most aspects of his life, his awareness of his parents evil deeds, notwithstanding. 


Chapter 30: Love Bites