Fangtastic Adventures

By Skylar Quinn

For Skylar, humans were either food or toys until one man slipped behind her walls, and she discovered that even a 300-year-old vampire can learn a thing or two. 

 

But a sacred pact threatened her newfound lover, and Skylar must face off against a fearsome wolf pack. 

 

Marty's humanity put his life in danger, and Skylar must choose between turning him and keeping him forever or letting him remain a fragile human. 

 

She's not prepared for what happened next.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crush Publishing
• Release date: Dec 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223440321

Skylar Quinn

Skylar Quinn is an erotic author out of Houston, Texas. She has been writing stories for over a decade. She loves camping, archery, reading and her dogs. Skylar loves to hear from readers, so please reach out! Skylar is an Apple Ebooks Best Seller for her Cheating Husband series. Join her and her erotica adventures over on Twitter @QuinnSkylar23. You can also read other shorts of her work on Medium at this link: https://medium.com/@quinnskylar23 or join her newsletter at: https://skylarq.substack.com You can shoot her a message at [e-mail].

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Skylar Quinn’s Previous Works ...

Hotwife Series

Hotwife Book 1

Hotwife Book 2

Hotwife Book 3

Hotwife Book 4

Hotwife Book 5

My Cheating Spouse – An Age Gap Series

Cheating Husbands: My Stepdaughter’s Friend

Cheating Husbands: My Stepdaughter’s Confession

Cheating Husbands: My Best Friend’s Stepdaughter

Cheating Husbands: My Stepdaughter’s Roommate

Cheating Husbands: The Babysitter Started It

Cheating Husbands: Sharing The Babysitter

Holiday Series

Cheating Husbands: Taking My Neighbor’s Daughter on Thanksgiving

Hotwife & Cheating Husbands

Temptation Tuesday Series

Forgive Me Father

The Brief

The Café

The Backyard

Fantasy Cruise

Confessions of an Author

The Casino

The Club Series

The Audition: BDSM Erotica

Stand Alone Books

Special Assignment

Fangtastic Adventures

Written with Sean Geist

Wicked Lessons

Hotwife Pool Party

Acknowledgments:

From the deepest part of my heart, I want to thank Marty for letting me use him throughout this whole process. This entire story first started as just a marketing idea that was supposed to be only three parts, but it just kept growing. I don’t know if the characters spoke to me so much because of the real-life friendship that grew over the summer or if I just love writing paranormal. Either way, thank you. You have added a lot of enjoyment to my little world, and I hope you have enjoyed seeing what crazy things my brain did with your likeness.

I also want to thank Ruth. She has been the best kind of reader. There are people out there that touch you as an author, and Ruth is one of the kinds of readers that touches you. I’ll remember her long after ‘Skylar’ stops writing.

Ranchy — Thank you for so many unsaid reasons. You’re a gem in this community, and I really couldn’t see anyone else doing all the things you do for everyone. I forgive you for outing my name so many times on the Twitter Spaces. 💜

Most of all, I want to thank Sunny. Without her, 2023 would have been incredibly hard. She brought writing back into my life. She’s the best kind of friend anyone could be so lucky to have. I don’t know what I would do without her in my world. I truly am a better person because she is in it, and every day, I am grateful for the friendship she and I have formed. Bonds like this don’t happen overnight, and they don’t happen often. I know how blessed I am to have her, and I hope she always knows it.

Chapter One ...

I've hidden in plain sight for so long that I no longer know what it is like to be with my kind. Vampires nowadays have this air of cockiness that irritates me. I've been alive for over 400 years, and I've seen a few trends come and go. but now, even the vampires are entitled. That's why I stick close to the humans.

It's not like I use them as pets or anything, but I do. I'll latch onto one for a short time, then move on. I'm always on the hunt. Sometimes I stayed the night, sometimes the day. Hell, even once I stayed a month. They never suspect me.

Men are my favorite. Getting them to bend to my will is the most enjoyable. They are so complex and eager to please once you peel away the layers.

I just discarded my latest pet; she wasn't as much fun as I had hoped. I like my humans with some brains. That's why I've decided I will change my hunting ground today. I'm going where the smart men are. Or at least where they used to be a hundred years ago.

I will find my next prey in the little town of Indiana. They have a local newspaper, that's where I'll find him. I saw on the marque that there was a town hall meeting tonight. The human newspapers send men to cover those events, they are always full of brains. I didn't want to dress slutty,  I did have an element of class I had to maintain. I wore jeans that made my ass look great and a shirt with good cleavage. I like the boys wanting to see more of my body.

I left my hair down; my Arab roots always set me apart from others: olive-toned skin, wavy hair, hips, and ass. My ancestors did right by me, for sure. Red was my color; it made me pop. I wanted to be noticed tonight and noticed I would be.

Sauntering into the local town civic center's meeting room, I sat in the back, crossed my legs and waited. My vision darted from one person in the room to another. I'm focused on everything each individual does until I find what I want.

As the meeting started, I saw the back of a man's head, looking straight ahead and typing. He wasn't even looking at the keyboard. I got up from my chair and moved to the seat directly behind him. I studied his posture and demeanor.

The two-hour meeting flew by, and this man didn't stop once. I was intrigued. As he got up, I noticed he was slightly taller than my 5'3 frame. I mirrored his walking pace, and as he moved out of his aisle, I bumped into him, my breasts naturally being the objects pressed against him.

I'm so sorry. I wasn't even paying attention, I said, smiling.

The man had short brown hair, creamy white skin, and sexy hands. It's my fault. I'm sorry!

He looked down for a moment and quickly backed up. I knew he had wanted to gaze longer at my chest, but I could tell his need to be a gentleman was overpowering his desire to lust.

My name is Skylar, but my friends call me Sky. I extended my hand, and he accepted it. I made sure to let my fingers linger just a bit too long. I noticed you taking notes.

I'm Marty. Yeah, it's my job. His hand felt firm yet soft. No calluses or scars.

And what job is that, Marty? I smiled at him. I've been told before my smile makes men think about my lips wrapped around their cocks. It doesn't bother me; I use it to my advantage.

I help report the news for our paper. He was shifting from foot to foot and trying not to catch more glimpses of my chest.

Would you like to go for a drink, Marty?

I watched his lips turn up in a grin, and I knew he was hooked. We can go to a bar right over here.

Shaking my head, I smirked. I have what we need at my hotel. Follow me.

Marty walked into my room and put his bag down on the table. I walked across the room to the bathroom sink, checked myself in the mirror, let my hair down, and turned around. I have water or beer. What would you like?

Marty looked up at me from where he was sitting; he was smiling, and his eyes focused more on my chest this time. Beer is fine.

I walked over to the small hotel mini fridge and pulled out two beers. I leaned over from the waist so he could get a good view. Bringing it over to him, I sat on the bed, crossed my legs, and grinned. You come back to hotel rooms with strangers often?

He opened the beer and took a drink, Never. His eyes were focused on mine, and I knew he saw they were twinkling. I was hungry for blood and sex.

We sat there in silence for a moment as we drank. I put my drink down and stretched my arm out, extending my breast and rotating my neck. I watched his eyes focus on my tits, budding with excitement, my shirt so thin I knew he could see them.

Do you want to fuck me, Marty? My lips were dry; I ran my tongue over them, not showing the fangs starting to push down my canines.

Fuck yes, I do. He set his beer down and looked at me some more. You're hot.

I grinned at him; men were so easy. Smiling, I kneeled in front of him, using my hands to push his legs further apart.

I'm going to suck your cock first. And then, if you're a good boy, I'll let you fuck my ass.

Fuuuuck, he said as he inhaled deeply.

My hands ran along his inner thigh as my nails traced the fabric. I looked up and saw that his brown hair looked like it shimmered in the light. My fingers found his zipper and maneuvered it down. My fingers touched his pelvic area, playing with his hair. I noticed he had no underwear on. Commando?

Easy access. He grinned back at me.

I pulled his pants down, and his cock jumped out at me. It was thick and long; precum hadn't yet started seeping out. I could smell it, though, on the edge. Don't move, I commanded.

My head lowered, and my tongue extended. I circled the tip of his cock, my tongue playing along the mushroomed top. My lips puckered around him, massaging as I sucked, my tongue sliding along his slit.

His hands went to my head and in my hair. I looked up at him, removed my mouth and said, Don't move. His hands went back to the armchair, and I resumed sucking.

The blood in a cock was delicious. The mixture of blood, cum and desire all in one place was intoxicating. Men would never agree to let their cock get drained if they knew how I was going to do it, so I never gave them a warning. In the end, I always made sure they received pleasure from it. My blow jobs were magical. I took his cock further in my mouth, and with each motion down his shaft, my teeth grew. I knew he would be feeling them scrape along his skin.

My hand cupped his balls, and I heard him moan as I massaged and played with them. I could smell his arousal deepening. The cum was at the forefront of his cock, ready to explode. Now was my opportunity. With my fangs elongated, I could feel Marty squirm. My hands locked onto his legs, and my eyes shot up to his. I let my hands massage his inner thighs, hoping to calm him.

Skylar, whoa, what the fuck? As he started to pull away, my mouth was sealed. The fear he had will take away a bit of the flavor, but it will still be delicious.

My bite was fast; his warm blood and cum filled my mouth. I let my mouth muscles and tongue massage his cock, milking it for each drop inside his dick. The bite I gave him would send toxins into his bloodstream. He would feel calm and content. It was never painful for my victims.

As I felt his cock go limp in my mouth, his blood filling my veins, my body was wet and hungry for more. Sealing the bitemark, I released him from my mouth and sat on the bed, looking at him with a grin. Would you like your reward? I asked him, knowing he couldn't perform just yet.

The look Marty shot back at me was deviant, and I loved it. Yes. He stood up, walked over to the bed, and pushed me onto the mattress. His hands mimicked what I did to him and ran along my jeans, his nails scraping the material. He wasn't patient or kind when he got to my zipper; he ripped them off like I