A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King And His Hybrid Bride

ugh his veins. I was a wolf, and wolves don't prey on each other. But the struggle was becoming more

n dripped from his rich, cultured voi

y fangs to retract, but they remained defiantly extended, a cruel reminder of my hunger, which was

deeper than any blade. "Considering how you used to be insatiab

't pin all this shit o

him. I knew why now, as I winced at the blooming pain sprea

m resisting his blood. Hunger made my vision blur as the scent of his

ation and shoved his bl

at

magic seeped into me, rendering my will use

I can't afford you being a liability." His gaze bore into mine, unwavering and cold, but beneath it, there was something almost desperate. "It

fore he could continue his lecture, I grabbed his arm with trembling hands and clamped my cracked lips around his wrist. My fangs sank in with little effort, pierci

anced across his face-need, pleasure, and something I almost didn't recognize-regret. For a momen

d clawed at me for hours. It wasn't just nourishment; it was life. I drank deeply, the sweet, metallic taste sating a hun

my own-a mix between a growl and a purr, echoing from deep within my chest. I was making satisfied, monstrous nois

ick with blood and the faintest tremor running through h

n't want

ouldn't let go of his wrist. I wasn't strong enough to fight my own hunger, and nothing

n what I had become or would become while I succumbed to the temptat

eeded strength to get the fuck out of here. Drinking his blood was the right th

suck in his blood faster. It was really tast

to me, as if I'd done this hundr

drained entire human villages, their lifeless bodies strewn about like discarded dolls, piled at my feet. Their faces, gaunt and twisted in agon

nage ceased, but the aftertaste lingered like poison in my veins. My heart raced, pounding in

? I realised too late that I had glimpsed something I shouldn't have-his memories, his impressions. The Vampire King's dark, pre

left a bitter taste in my mouth. If he thought so little of me, then perhaps... I should drink more. The dangerous thought coiled in the back of my mind. Maybe if I took just a b

the pleasure was still evident on his face-his lips slightly parted, his expression twisted in a mix of ecstasy and

let go of the sweetness. His blood thrummed through me, filling the hollowness inside, and I hungered for mo