Sam’s lucky

The Phantom Pavilion – (Sam’s POV)

The Phantom Pavilion thrummed around us, its velvet shadows a cocoon that pulsed with the haunting melody of the brides—Riley, Chloe, and Mia—Dracula’s trio who’d ensnared us the moment we crossed the threshold. I’d walked in with my cap tilted back, my usual grin plastered on, ready to shrug off whatever this place threw at me. Lila was beside me, her skepticism a quiet anchor, her fingers brushing mine as we followed Evan into the dark. But Evan vanished, the air thickened with musk and a song that sank into my skin, and now Lila’s hand was in mine, warm and trembling, her breath hitching as the brides emerged from the gloom.

Riley led, her leather jacket splayed open, revealing the taut curve of her breasts beneath a torn shirt, her crimson eyes smoldering as she glided toward us. Chloe flanked her, her tattered dress clinging to her hips, her giggle a velvet tease that stirred me low. Mia trailed last, her sheer gown a whisper against her skin, her gaze locking onto me with a hunger that made my jeans tighten. “Sam,” Riley purred, her voice a smoky ribbon that wrapped around my spine, igniting a slow burn in my core. “You brought us something precious.” Her eyes flicked to Lila, her fangs glinting in a smile that promised sin.

Lila pressed closer, her jacket slipping as her chest rose and fell, her dark eyes wide behind her bob. “Sam, what’s happening?” she whispered, but Chloe circled behind me, her fingers tracing the nape of my neck through my flannel, a touch like silk and fire that made my breath catch. “Evan’s ours,” she murmured, her lips brushing my ear, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweat there, sending a shiver straight to my groin. Mia stepped to Lila’s side, her hand sliding up Lila’s arm, peeling her jacket back with a slow, deliberate caress. “So much desire between you,” Mia cooed, her voice a sultry hum that matched the song weaving through the tent. “Let us free it.”

Their charm washed over us—thick, intoxicating, a tide of musk and heat that melted my defenses, baring the longing I’d buried for Lila all these months. Her eyes met mine—dark, dilated, her lips parting as Mia’s touch softened her, her jacket pooling at her feet. “Sam,” she breathed, and I felt it—the pull I’d fought, the way her nearness always set my blood alight, now surging free. Riley’s hands found my chest, tugging my flannel open, her nails grazing my skin as she pressed her body against me, her scent—iron, spice, a whisper of decay—flooding my senses. “You crave her,” she purred, her lips hovering over mine, her breath a tease that made me ache. “She craves you. Yield to us, and it’s yours—eternity together.”

Chloe’s hands slid to my jeans, unbuttoning them with a slow, torturous grace, her fingers brushing me through the denim, a feather-light stroke that drew a groan from deep in my chest. Mia kissed Lila’s neck, her lips soft and lingering, and Lila’s head tilted, a soft moan escaping as Mia’s hands roamed—sliding under her shirt, cupping her breasts, squeezing gently until Lila’s knees trembled. “Sam—oh,” she gasped, her voice a melody of need, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I pulled Lila to me, my lips crashing into hers, her taste—sweet, warm, achingly familiar—igniting me as I kissed her deep and slow, my tongue tracing hers in a dance that felt like coming home. Riley knelt, peeling my jeans down, her hands sliding up my thighs, her nails grazing the sensitive skin as she pressed her lips to me—soft, wet, a teasing kiss that made my hips buck. Chloe joined her, her tongue flicking against me, a slow, languid stroke that sent heat pooling low, my groan vibrating into Lila’s mouth as I tangled my hands in her bob, pulling her closer.

Mia guided Lila’s hands to her own body, slipping her shirt off, her bra falling away to reveal skin that glowed in the lantern light. Lila’s fingers trembled as they traced Mia’s curves, her touch tentative then bold, and I watched, mesmerized, as she surrendered to the heat between us. “Bite me,” I rasped, breaking the kiss, my voice rough with want as I met Lila’s eyes. “I’m yours—do it.” Her gaze flared, a flicker of her old self giving way to the bride’s power, and she smiled—slow, sensual, her fangs glinting as she leaned in.

Her lips brushed my neck, a whisper of warmth, then her fangs sank in—sharp, exquisite, a pierce that melted into a flood of pleasure. I moaned, loud and unrestrained, my head tilting back as she sucked, slow and deep, her tongue lapping at the wound with a tenderness that broke me. Her venom surged through me, a molten tide that heightened every touch—Riley’s mouth closing around me, hot and tight, Chloe’s hands roaming my chest, pinching my nipples until I arched. Lila pulled back, her lips stained with my blood, and kissed me again—deep, possessive, the taste of me on her tongue driving me wild.

“Yield,” Riley murmured, her voice muffled as she worked me, her hands gripping my hips, guiding me deeper. “Eternity with her—with us.” Chloe’s tongue joined hers, a dual caress that made my knees buckle, my hands fisting in Lila’s hair as I bucked, lost in the sensation. “Yes,” Lila whispered against my lips, her body trembling with Mia’s touch, her surrender complete. “Yes,” I echoed, my voice a growl as I gave myself to them—to Lila, to the brides—my passion unleashed, my will theirs, bound by the promise of forever.

Evan’s POV (Simultaneous)

The tent’s shadows pulsed around me, the brides’ song a heartbeat as Riley, Chloe, and Mia dragged me into their web. My flannel hung in tatters, my jeans stripped away, my body bare and thrumming under their earlier ****. Now it was Mia who claimed me, her sheer gown brushing my skin as she pressed herself against me, her crimson eyes soft yet fierce. I’d known her crush—those stolen glances in the library, the flush on her cheeks when I’d smiled—but this Mia was a ****, her hands roaming my chest, nails digging in as she whispered, “Evan, I’ve always wanted you.”

Her lips found mine, a slow, sensual press that deepened into hunger, her tongue slipping in to dance with mine, her moan a vibration that sank into my core. She pushed me down onto a velvet cushion, her gown falling away in a whisper, revealing skin I’d fantasized about—soft, pale, perfect. “Mia,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as she straddled me, her heat teasing me before she sank down—slow, tight, a silken glide that drew a ragged moan from my throat. “I want you too,” I confessed, my voice thick, and she smiled, her fangs glinting as she rocked, her breasts swaying with each languid thrust.

Her bite came next—my neck, a sharp, sweet pierce that melted into ecstasy, her venom flooding me as she moved, her rhythm slow and deliberate, her hands pinning mine above my head. “Forever,” she purred, her voice a melody of desire, her body claiming me as I arched beneath her, my hips meeting hers in a dance of need. I yielded—willingly, completely—to her, to the brides, to the eternity they offered, our love a flame stoked by her vampiric power, burning brighter with every touch.

End