A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King And His Hybrid Bride

in heat or whatever-but I couldn't help it. Jason Nolla

r feeling this

ike this, I found something to defy. My eyes landed on the worn copy of Homer that had somehow ended up on the floor, a reminder that my mind still cl

a grace so predatory it was like he owned everything-the s

ing and absolute. But still, I couldn't escape the pull of his power. He was the most dangerous being I'd ever come face to face with-the

he here to save me? Neither o

clear my head. My t

expect

no real place to call home. No friends except Pri

way for not bowing to his demands. For not playing along with his little game. He was supposed to be my fated mate, but after I gave him my virginity and bonded with him,

s if he'd somehow read my thoughts.

dly. God, he w

he real thing. His bone structure was flawless, his skin pale, yet seemingly touched by moonlight. He moved with such fluidity, each step deliberate and gracef

The scent of cloves, cinnamon, honey, and something vaguely like incense washed over me. I stiffened

othes were immaculate-dark, tailored perfection, the kind

apon-powerful, timeless. Every muscle, every movement, imbued with ancient streng

a lion. Jehg might have been a formidable shifter, but he was nothing compared to the pure, primal intens

wn limitations stung as I watched him, realiz

lked through centuries like a shadow, and now he was here, standing in front o

inside me. Was he here because of my secr

zzed in the air, t

My knowledge of vampires had always been academic-studied in books, discussed in wh

in Paris. Pretty, blonde, with blue eyes and a laugh that could light up a room. But c

eful strength. His dark, tousled hair framed his sharp face. His gaze locked with mine-

lips barely parted, but I knew-without a doubt-that beneath th

ood there, watching me with the kind of

thing was coming. I co

e if I was about to