Sexpires

About 6:45 PM, she gets a response from Bryce. The message is short and cryptic: "Don't go outside. Lock your doors. They're in Kingston now."

Cortney's heart races. She types back: "What's going on? Who's they?"

No response. She tries calling him, but it goes straight to voicemail. She leaves a message: "Bryce, you're scaring me. Call me back."

She paces her living room, glancing out the window. The street is quiet, too quiet. No cars, no people walking their dogs. Just an eerie stillness.

Then she sees movement. A figure emerges from the shadows across the street. It's a man, tall and pale, with eyes that seem to glow faintly in the dim light. He moves with an unnatural grace, his gaze fixed on her house.

Cortney steps back from the window, her breath catching. She watches as the man approaches her front door. He doesn't knock. Instead, he just stands there, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

A low, guttural growl comes from the door, and then scratching sounds. Claw marks begin to appear on the wood.

Cortney backs away, grabbing her phone. She dials 911, but the line is dead. No dial tone, just static.

The scratching stops. Silence. Then a voice, smooth and seductive, whispers through the door: "Let me in, Cortney. I can give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."

Her skin crawls. She remembers the news about Paintrock, the torn clothing, the blood. These are the things that did that. Sex-crazed vampires, driven by an insatiable hunger that is both carnal and deadly.

She runs to the back door, but hears scratching there too. They're surrounding the house.

The front door splinters. The tall, pale man steps inside, his eyes locked on her. Behind him, more figures emerge, their lips pulled back to reveal sharp fangs.

"Don't fight it," the man says, his voice dripping with dark allure. "Join us. Become one of us. The pleasure will be eternal."

Cortney grabs a fireplace poker, holding it like a weapon. "Stay back!"

But they keep advancing, their movements hypnotic, their presence overwhelming. The air grows thick with a strange, intoxicating scent.

The last thing she sees before everything goes black is the man's fangs descending toward

She awakens in darkness, her body aching with a strange, electric sensitivity. She's lying on something soft—a bed, perhaps—in a room lit only by the faint glow of candles. The air is thick with that same intoxicating scent, and she feels heavy, drugged, her limbs sluggish.

Then she feels him. The tall, pale man is between her legs, his body pressed against hers. She's naked, her clothes gone. He's inside her, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through her despite her terror. She tries to push him away, but her arms are held down by two figures on either side of her.

The two women. They're beautiful, with pale skin and dark eyes that gleam in the candlelight. One has long black hair, the other is a redhead. They smile down at her, their fangs visible. They're naked too, their bodies pressed against hers, their hands roaming over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs.

"Shh," the black-haired one whispers, leaning down to lick the side of Cortney's neck. "Just relax. It's so much better when you relax."

The redhead kisses her other side, her tongue tracing a path down to Cortney's collarbone. Their touch is cool, but it sends heat through her body. She moans despite herself, her hips bucking against the man's thrusts.

He grunts, his pace quickening. "That's it. Feel it. Let it consume you."

Cortney's mind is a blur of fear and arousal. She can feel their fangs grazing her skin, not biting, just teasing. The man's hands grip her hips, pulling her harder against him. The women's fingers find her nipples, pinching and rolling them until she cries out.

"Please," she gasps, not sure if she's begging them to stop or to continue.

The man leans down, his lips brushing her ear. "You're becoming one of us now. The change has begun. Soon, you'll crave this. You'll need it."

He thrusts deeper, and Cortney's vision blurs. The two women move down her body, their mouths finding her most sensitive places. The redhead takes one of her nipples into her mouth while the black-haired one kisses her inner thigh, moving closer to where the man is buried inside her.

Cortney's back arches as pleasure and pain merge into something primal and overwhelming. She can feel their hunger, their need, and it's awakening something inside her. A thirst. A desire.

The man's movements become frantic, his breath hot against her neck. "Drink," he commands, and the two women sink their fangs into her thighs simultaneously.

Cortney screams, but the sound is lost in the rush of ecstasy that floods her body. She feels herself climaxing, harder than she ever has before, as the man spills his seed inside her and bites down on her neck.

The world goes white, then red, then black again. But this time, when she awakens, she'll be different. She'll be one of them.