A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King And His Hybrid Bride

to the ground. "Just give me a moment,

face, accentuated by his long, thick lashes. The vampire parted his lips, revealing fangs that ju

ed, my eyes wi

with a dark rage coursed through my veins. I realised I had been utter

re my body began to decay in this cell. He wouldn't let my

would risk everything just to have a taste? I

It wasn't heroism that drove him-it was his insatiable thirst for my blood. And while

drain me dry. I had wasted precious time admiring his stri

I'm so

rs never give

ued me. He got lucky and got to me before the ot

t was t

rs

sapphire eyes, a suitable payment bef

en't showered for so long, and yet here he was looki

give up and be kil

ll

'd be a one-eyed vampire king. Let the world re

ast. Even when I was so weak, I hadn't lost my touch

shed out, as if he'

My other fist had rammed toward his ear. My pla

too. Now he had both of my wrists pulled in front of my f

a feline, my l

his long, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light. "Save it for la

and I will haunt you until the end of time. I know how to be the most cruel ghost. Know this, fucker: I will exact tenfold revenge on a

gust. "Hell no. I haven't taken your blood since..." He stopped. "You haven't changed

iva

of name

ks I'm someone else these days. You're

feel the fragility under my skin. I was unaware of my pa

ope

hrowing my hands away. "And I wo

the

id not ex

reveal his pink kissable lips, his fangs pierc

o

monster had just awoken. Before I knew it, my teeth had grown from my gums and

top yours

. My secret. We

or, a sheen of crimson rolled over my irises. Under my eyes

thirst hit

hell

d of fre

wn for the security of the public. Maybe I shouldn't stare at the blood streaming out of hi

like that...

able lips...thos

olled his eyes, like he ju

e read

Hopefu

shed in his dark sapphire eyes

my chest heaving with a m

pping around my senses and pulling me in. My stomach clenched painfully with hunger pangs-a dee

should t

had always looked down on them, just like my shifter friends. We despised leeches; they were our natural enemy, the ban

in my stomach? The sheer intensity of the craving was overwhelming-a primal pull that made it hard to thi

earching his eyes for any hint of malice or amusement, but all I found was a steady, unwavering gaze that seemed to penetrate righ