Three

The darkness swallowed them whole.

Roy's breath was ragged, his body pressed between heat and ice—Adrian in front of him, trembling, needing, and the stranger behind him, cold hands roaming like a phantom, controlling, claiming.

The stranger’s voice was a whisper of sin against Roy’s ear.

“You thought you had a choice.”

A hand slid down his chest, slow, possessive.

“But you were mine the moment you stepped into this house.”

Roy shivered. His instincts screamed at him to run—but his body betrayed him, aching for more.

Adrian’s fingers dug into Roy’s shirt, desperate, pleading. His breath was hot against Roy’s lips, his golden eyes flickering in the darkness.

“I want this,” Adrian murmured. “I want you.”

Something inside Roy snapped.

He grabbed Adrian’s waist, pulling him flush against him, crushing their mouths together. Adrian moaned into the kiss, his body archingly pliant, his hands clawing at Roy’s back, pulling, needing.

Then—teeth against his throat.

Roy gasped as the stranger’s fangs dragged over his pulse, not biting—just teasing, torturing. A deep, dark laugh rumbled against his skin.

“Oh… you’ll beg soon enough.”

The hands on him tightened. Adrian shuddered in his arms.

And then—pleasure and pain blurred into something inhuman.

The stranger claimed them both.

And neither of them would ever leave.

...

The night devoured them.

Roy gasped, his body burning, trapped between Adrian’s heat and the stranger’s cold, inescapable touch. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

And yet—he didn’t want to.

Adrian clung to him, nails digging into his back, breath ragged against his lips. Wanting. Begging. Needing. His golden eyes were wild, unfocused, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being taken, possessed.

And then—a sharp pain at Roy’s throat.

His entire body locked up as fangs finally sank into his flesh, piercing deep, tearing past his resistance, pulling something out of him that could never be given back.

Roy moaned, his head tilting back, his entire world erased by fire and pleasure. The stranger drank from him, slow, agonizing, savoring every drop like a beast who had waited far too long to feast.

Roy’s knees nearly gave out.

Adrian kissed him then—sloppy, desperate, pulling him back, grounding him even as they both trembled under the stranger’s grip.

“You feel it, don’t you?” the stranger murmured against Roy’s throat, his voice thick with hunger. “The bond forming. The surrender taking root.”

Roy shuddered, chest heaving, his entire body alight with something dark and unnatural.

The stranger’s cold fingers traced Adrian’s throat next, tilting his chin up. “And you,” he purred. “You already belong to me.”

Adrian gasped as the fangs found him next.

His back arched, his lips parting in a breathless moan, body shaking as the stranger claimed him completely. Roy watched—unable to look away, unable to stop himself from reacting, needing, throbbing with raw desire.

Their fates were sealed now.

They were bound to him.

To this house.

To this night.

Forever.

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