𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 ║𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

[Summary] It's been five weeks since giving birth, and you're getting cold feet. You will be wed in less than a week, and you need to find a way out of your toxic relationship with the boys before you become a vampire.

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One thing you knew well was addiction.

Addiction was an itch that couldn't be scratched. It was a nagging thought in the back of your mind that couldn't be ignored. A craving that stimulated your taste buds and made your mouth water.

Addiction was a yearning for your unhealthiest desires.

It was a raging fire that burned as hot as the sun.

An unquenchable thirst for chilled cocktails in elegant glasses. An inextinguishable hunger for rainbow pills in a sandwich bag.

You could never resist. But after the boys stole you away, your taste for spirits and substances took a back seat to your taste for sins of the flesh. The lust that stirred your loins and flooded your folds with the rivers of your womanhood.

You went from being an addict for little pink pills to hungering for plush pink lips that whispered sweet nothings against the shell of your ear, smooth pale skin that goose pimpled under the pads of your dainty fingers, and rigid shafts riddled with tumid blue veins that caressed you deep beneath your navel.

You craved the touch of calloused fingers across your swollen belly and the strength of century-old experienced hips that pistoned you to ecstasy.

But like every person plagued with addiction, you knew that your vices wouldn't keep you healthy, nor would they lead you to the kingdom of God. Consuming human flesh and blood wouldn't properly nourish your mortal body. Witnessing murder after murder wouldn't enrich your mind. And succumbing to moral corruption wouldn't make you a good mother.

Since giving birth to your bundle of joy, you realized that being the bride of a vampire wasn't a fruitful life. It was dark, dirty, and dangerous. If you stayed, you would become a monster...

And you didn't want that.

You had to escape.

But the issue was, how would a helpless mortal woman who had just given birth outrun the Vampire King of Santa Carla?

You couldn't keep David and the boys at bay when they were horny. How could you flee back to Baltimore with a child who was a member of their coven?

You could barely resist their manipulations now.

"Daddy, please..." You whined, gently patting Eva's back to soothe the wailing babe. "It's only been five weeks. Sky says I need to rest."

"I know, my sweet," David cooed, stroking your knee. "But the boys and I are pretty hungry."

Your eyes drifted to his gloved fingers as they slipped under the hem of your nightgown before slithering to your thigh. Your breath hitched when he drew closer to your panty-line. You shivered, the cotton of your underwear involuntarily dampening in seconds from his ministrations and the dulcet tones of his seductive drawl.

"Daddy, I'm still sore..."

"I know...but Daddy just wants a taste. You love Daddy's tongue, don't you?"

Your eyes dilated, and you bit your lip. David was driving you crazy. All the boys were! They followed you around like sad puppy dogs, nipping at your ankles, searching for their missing chew toy. Once the five-week mark hit, the desire to jump your bones skyrocketed overnight.