**WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of a violent and sexual nature; including whipping and BDSM **
Matheus Taylor didn’t ask to be murdered. Quin didn’t care. Now, Matheus runs for his life, questions his sexual orientation & defies a mysterious new threat to vampires within his city.

**WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of a violent and sexual nature; including whipping and BDSM **

Matheus ducked his head, letting the scorching water roll over his shoulders. He pressed his palms against the cool tiles. Steam saturated the air. Matheus panted, soft pleading moans escaping between gasps. Quin’s fingers burned like brands, marking Matheus as his own. His tongue traced the curve of Matheus’ shoulders, outlined each vertebrae. Matheus shivered as Quin’s lips, cool after the heat of the water, left trails of ice down his spine.

“Quin,” he said. “Oh, Jesus Christ.”

“Mmm?” Quin dipped lower, his knees squeaking against the porcelain as he knelt. His thumbs dug into the flesh of Matheus’ ass, spreading him open.

“Quin!” Matheus yelped as Quin blew a stream of cool air over his entrance. “What are yo—oh!” Matheus clawed at the tiles, his fingernails slipping over the smooth surface. Quin flicked his tongue, cool and slick, circling, twisting, pushing with soft, steady pressure.

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