“Are you accepting?” he asked, his English lilt more prominent now and giving away his anticipation.
Yes, he definitely wants to taste me as much as I want to taste him.
“I am, yes.”Bite me, if you dare, King of Gold and Garnet. Because your reaction to my blood will show me if you’re really worthy of my time.
Only the strongest could handle an essence as intense as mine. Hence my warning. But he’d responded confidently, as he had with everything else.
A true leader. A royal. A vampire king.
His expression shadowed, some intrinsic part of him understanding the challenge I’d just laid at his feet.
You’re mine now, Goddess of Night,he seemed to say as he pulled me impossibly closer with his arm around my lower back. His hand remained against my nape, giving it a subtle squeeze as he lowered his lips to my neck.
His fangs brushed my skin, stirring a trail of goose bumps along my arms.
Yes…
So much power.
So much dominance.
A worthy counterpart,my soul whispered, causing my heart to skip several beats.
Vesperus released a low growl against my skin, the predator within him sensing my excitement. I wasn’t going to hide from him. If anything, I wanted to invite him to act faster.
His tongue circled my pulse, drawing out the moment, making me pant for it. I clung to his shoulders, my eyes falling closed.
The auras around us all pulsed with interest, heightening my expectation.
This… this is so unlike anything—
My lips parted as Vesperus bit down, his fangs unleashing some sort of euphoric venom into my bloodstream that had me clutching him harshly.
Oh, stars…I wanted to rip off our clothes andfuck himin front of all these supernaturals. Allow our power to truly mingle. To test his full potential, see exactly what this heated enchantment inside me meant.
Does he feel it, too? This strand of energy tying us together? Is it real? A figment? My own magic playing tricks on me?
I shivered, losing myself to the intensity of his mouth, the powerful tug of his essence on mine as he swallowed my blood.
He didn’t convulse. He didn’t react as though I’d poisoned him.
No, he drank from me as though I had just redefined his meaning of life.
But all too soon, he stopped, his tongue tracing the mark on my neck to gather some of the blood.
Which he brought down to the crescent moon hanging between my breasts.
Power hummed along my skin as he painted the golden surface with my blood.
My thighs clenched at the intimacy of the act, his eyes on mine the whole time.
Eclipse,I breathed, noting the inverting color of his irises. They’d been silver surrounded by black before. But now they were black and edged with sparks of silver, reminding me of that majestic moment when the moon covered the sun.
Striking.
Enigmatic.
Rare.
