Seamus clenched his fists. "What did you say?"
Diane’s calm answer only made his anger spike. Not just her, every one of Viviane’s so-called family stood there as if none of this mattered.
Why was he the only one who seemed gutted by her death?
He hadn’t expected sympathy from Isolde—Viviane’s murderer—but at least from her sister, her aunt? Nothing.
It was too much. Even Andrew, an ass when he wanted to be, had led and planned Viviane’s funeral when Seamus had been too numb to move.
Even his father, who had known her for barely a week, had sent condolences. Viviane’s college friends had also reached out to this family.
And Viviane’s family? Blank faces.
Disgust churned in his chest. He stepped back, putting distance between himself and them.
"Don’t get me wrong," Diane said evenly, "what I meant is you’re just a human, Seamus."
"When you turn into a vampire, the magic in your blood will be gone. In the end, you’ll die and leave her alone... though I never thought it would be the other way around."
He caught a flicker of regret in Diane’s eyes but couldn’t understand how they all held themselves so flat, as if they hadn’t just lost their own blood.
But then he realized that they were vampires. Nothing about them should surprise him anymore.
Isolde clapped her hands lightly. "Are we done? Shall we move to the next part?"
"Next?" He blinked at her. "Isn’t it over? I... I’m not going to drink all of your blood, am I?"
Leah chuckled and shook her head. "If you were one of us, yes. But you’re not, so there’s another... fun thing for us to do."
She stepped forward. Her black hair slid over her shoulders like ink, golden eyes bright with a sharp curiosity, as though she were studying an experiment.
She resembled Isolde, but in a darker palette. Same body, same curves, but her face was flatter, her expression tinged with teasing rather than arrogance.
Leah leaned close until her breath ghosted over his face. "What’s your taste like, I wonder?"
She took his hand, kissed it lightly, then sank her fangs into his skin.
Seamus didn’t flinch. He was used to the sting now. But her draw was greedy, and heat pulsed through him almost instantly. An aphrodisiac.
"Hmph. Auntie, I should be the one tasting him," Diane muttered. In a blur, she was behind him.
She was short, but her heels and preternatural strength gave her reach.
She fisted a hand in his hair, bent his head to the side, and bared his neck. "I’m going to dig in," she whispered, and bit.
Seamus didn’t fight back. He needed to level up, and he knew this was the fastest way. But the aphrodisiac was brutal.
Heat crawled under his skin, his body betraying him, his cock hardening as his breath grew ragged.
He heard Isolde’s heels approach, slow and deliberate. She smirked at him, eyes glittering.
"Now," she purred, "let’s start the real inauguration."
The hot suckling at his neck and palm grew hotter as Leah unbuttoned his dark shirt one by one, while Diane slid down the zipper of his trousers.
They moved like succubi: seductive and dangerous.
The wound on his hand had barely begun to clot when Leah’s hands glided over his chest, tracing the faint lines of muscle before she chuckled and sank her teeth lightly into his left pectoral.
As Diane tugged his trousers down, she wrapped her fingers around his hard length, stroking slowly.
"Not bad," she teased. "Maybe that’s why my sister is so obsessed with you."
"Mmm... young blood is always delicious," Leah murmured. "Nowadays, we can’t drink it straight from the source like in the old days."
Her hand gripped his jaw, forcing his gaze to meet her golden eyes. "But we have you now, don’t we, sister?"
She said, glancing at Isolde. "Don’t you want to join?"
Isolde stood behind them, perfectly composed. "Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve already had my taste. Do whatever you want, just don’t kill him."
Seamus narrowed his eyes at her, disbelief flickering across his face. He wasn’t going to die just from this, was he? Loss of blood maybe, but sex?
Diane and Leah only giggled like witches about to dance beneath a midnight moon, conjuring something forbidden.
Without warning, Leah dropped to her knees, her face hovering near his shaft before she licked him—slow and wet, sliding her tongue along the length. His groan slipped out, raw and involuntary.
"Fuck... we haven’t even introduced ourselves!" he managed.
Both women laughed. Diane leaned in and whispered, "What are you talking about? Sex is the most intimate introduction of all, don’t you think?"
Her hand grazed his chest, fingers twisting his nipple until his body shuddered.
Leah didn’t answer. Instead, she opened her mouth wide and took his cock in, hot and deep. Her hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently, making the pleasure almost unbearable.
"Lord, you’re good at this..."
His hand fisted in her dark hair, pressing her down farther, forcing her throat to swallow his penis as her muscles convulsed around it.
Leah began to move, slow at first, saliva mixed with his precum running down her cheek.
Her knees parted as she started to finger herself, the wet sound of her hand between her pussy almost drowned out by his ragged breathing.
Seamus licked his lips, watching. It was so damn hot, especially those golden eyes fixed on him, daring him.
"Fuck, Leah..." he muttered, feeling her tongue circle his tip, every movement sending new jolts of pleasure through him.
His hips started to thrust faster, his fingers tightening in her hair as his rhythm turned rougher.
Leah’s throat convulsed around his cock, warm, wet, and tight, like it was trying to milk him dry. He was right at the edge, trembling.
"I’m gonna—" his groan broke off as she took him even deeper.
The blowjob turned feral, his length sliding against her throat hard enough to leave a mark.
Seamus couldn’t hold back. He spilled all semen into her, and Leah closed her eyes, swallowing everything without letting a drop escape.
When he finally let go, she dragged her tongue slowly across her lips and smiled.
"Mmm... just as good as your blood," she purred.
Seamus drew in a ragged breath. "Thanks... I guess."
"Not fair! Let me have a taste too!" Diane crossed her arms, pouting.
"Oh well... we’re far from finished, huh?" Seamus muttered, resigning himself to his fate.