Addicted to His Bite

She bleeds like fire.
And gods help me, I taste her anyway.

They chain me in a pit to die.
What they don’t realize is her blood is the one thing that can break me.

Not just my body — my discipline. My control. My silence.
She touches me once, and I burn.

They call me monster. Enforcer. Executioner.
But now I’m something else. Something worse.
A creature who would burn his own race to keep her alive.

I was sent to kill her.
Instead, I drank her.
Again. And again.

She’s not just my mate.
She’s the cure.
And I will destroy the gods themselves before I let her bleed for anyone else.

She fed me once.
Now I’ll never stop drinking.

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