Mia is hot

Chapter 5: The Feast and the Fall (Mia’s POV)

The porch creaked beneath me as I knelt, the cold wood biting into my knees through my jeans. My sweater hung loose, a tattered shield slipping off my shoulders, and my glasses fogged with the heat of my own ragged breaths. Viktor loomed above me, his amber eyes glowing like twin flames, his presence a suffocating tide that drowned my last scraps of resistance. Riley flanked him, her dark hair wild, her lips still glistening with Chloe’s blood, and Chloe—my sweet, giddy Chloe—pressed against my side, her bare skin warm and electric, her giggles low and wicked. I was trapped, surrounded, and the air pulsed with their hunger—a hunger I couldn’t escape, a hunger I didn’t want to escape anymore.

Viktor’s fingers gripped my chin, tilting my face up, his touch cool and commanding. “No more fear,” he purred, his voice a velvet blade slicing through my trembling resolve. His lips brushed my neck, a feather-light tease that made my pulse leap, and then his fangs sank in—sharp, searing, a white-hot pierce that tore a gasp from my throat. Pain flared, bright and brutal, but it melted fast, replaced by a molten wave that crashed through me, igniting every nerve. My body arched, a cry spilling out—raw, ****—as he drank, his mouth working against my skin in slow, deliberate pulls that tugged at my core.

Riley didn’t wait. Her hands were on me, peeling my sweater down my arms, her nails grazing my skin as she yanked my shirt up, exposing my chest to the cool night air. “Fuck, Mia, you’re so soft,” she growled, her voice thick with lust, nothing like the sharp-tongued Riley I’d known. Her lips found my collarbone, kissing, then biting—another sharp sting that bloomed into pleasure, her tongue lapping at the blood as I shuddered beneath her. Chloe giggled, her hands fumbling with my jeans, tugging them open with clumsy eagerness. “You’re gonna love this,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, her fingers slipping inside to stroke me through my damp panties.

I moaned—loud, shameless—my head lolling back as their touches overwhelmed me. Viktor pulled back, his lips stained crimson, and licked them slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his hand sliding down my throat, over my chest, cupping my breast through my bra and squeezing until I whimpered. He shoved Riley aside—not rough, but possessive—and claimed my mouth, his kiss deep and bruising, tasting of iron and sin. His tongue plunged in, and I met it, hungry, my hands fisting in his cape as I pressed myself closer.

Riley laughed, throaty and dark, and moved to my side, her hands roaming lower, pushing Chloe’s fingers away to take over. She shoved my jeans and panties down together, the fabric catching at my knees, and her touch was bold—fingers sliding through my slick heat, circling, pressing, until my hips bucked against her. “Look at you,” she purred, her other hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back so she could bite my shoulder again, harder this time, her fangs sinking deep. Chloe whined, jealous, and crawled between my legs, her mouth replacing Riley’s hand—hot, wet, relentless—her tongue flicking against me as she moaned into my skin.

My glasses slipped off, clattering to the porch, but I didn’t care. The world blurred into a haze of sensation—Viktor’s hands on my breasts, kneading, pinching; Riley’s teeth in my flesh, her fingers gripping my thighs; Chloe’s mouth driving me higher, her nails digging into my hips. My body burned, a fever I couldn’t quench, and every bite, every touch, fed it. I wasn’t Mia anymore—not the quiet bookworm, not the girl who hid behind pages and theories. That girl was gone, devoured by the venom surging through me, replaced by something wild, insatiable.

“Please—more,” I rasped, my voice a sultry growl I didn’t recognize. My hands clawed at Viktor’s shirt, tearing it open to rake my nails down his chest, drawing thin lines of blood that made him hiss with approval. I lunged for Riley next, kissing her hard, tasting Chloe’s blood on her lips, my tongue plunging in as she groaned into my mouth. Chloe pulled back, panting, and I grabbed her, yanking her up to kiss her too—messy, ****, my hands squeezing her bare ass as she straddled my thigh, grinding against me.

Viktor growled, a sound that vibrated through us all, and shoved Chloe aside to claim me again. He lifted me effortlessly, pinning me against the porch railing, my legs wrapping around his waist as he tore his pants open. “Mine,” he snarled, and thrust into me—hard, deep, a shock of pleasure that ripped a scream from my throat. Riley pressed against my back, her hands roaming, biting my neck as Viktor moved, each stroke stoking the fire in my veins. Chloe knelt beside us, her fingers between her own thighs, watching with dark, lust-filled eyes as she touched herself, her moans mingling with mine.

I lost myself in it—the rhythm of Viktor’s hips, the sting of Riley’s fangs, the heat of Chloe’s gaze. My body sang, a vicarious appetite unleashed, craving every sensation, every bite, every thrust. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I wasn’t shy. I was theirs—his—and I wanted more. “Harder,” I begged, my nails digging into Viktor’s shoulders, my hips rocking to meet him. “Don’t stop—never stop.”

Riley laughed against my skin, her voice a wicked promise. “Oh, we won’t, baby. We’re just getting started.” And as Viktor’s pace quickened, his growl building to a roar, I surrendered completely—my old self ashes, my new self a creature of lust, born in the dark and thriving in it.

End