Crimson Hunger: A Dark Vampire Menage

He came for her blood. He stayed for her begging.

Mara never believed the old family legends—stories of a blood pact made in the chapel ruins, a creature sleeping beneath the stone, waiting for a daughter to wake him.

But on her twenty-ifth birthday, a letter arrives with no return address and one command:
Come to Thorn Chapel.
Midnight.
Alone.

Inside the decaying sanctuary, candles still burn. Velvet cloaks the altar. And in the shadows, something stirs. Velkan is not a man. He is not merciful. And he has waited centuries for her.

To feed.
To break.
To claim.

Bound by ancestral magic and a hunger deeper than thirst, Velkan doesn’t want her obedience.
He wants her pulse.
Her pleasure.
Her ruin.

Mara should run.
She should scream.

But when he touches her, all she can do is beg.

And once the ritual begins, she’ll never be clean again.