The male grasping my breast began to twitch, his head lolling forward.
I winced, my eyes closing as I tried to mentally prepare myself for the impact. Yet it never came. I blinked to find him gone and the other male beside me scrambling.
No, not scrambling,I realized.He’s… he’s being dragged.
And the other two hadn’t left my legs to find the source of the sound; they’d been snatched away. Their heads were bent at awkward angles, their eyes unseeing.
I scrambled backward, only to hit a pair of hard legs. A yelp stalled in my throat as a rough hand wrapped around my mouth, the strength in the masculine grip sending my heart into overdrive.
“Shh,” the male hushed, his lips suddenly at my ear as he crouched behind me. “You’re mine now.”
Strong arms engulfed me in the next breath, lifting me into the air and turning me around, thus allowing me my first glimpse at his beautiful face.
Too beautiful,my mind immediately whispered.Too perfect.
I reached for his jaw, my fingers moving as though tugged by a string.
His blue eyes widened in response, his nostrils flaring as I traced the edges of his flawless features. He reminded me of a few other men I knew.
Men I’d met through my brother.
Only they weren’t men at all. They were blood-drinking demons who stalked the night for their prey. Prey they ripped apart much like this male just had.
Except he hadn’t bitten any of them.
Thus his lips were pure with no trace of violence on them. But I suspected a pair of fangs were hidden inside—lethal, deadly, sharp points.
It was all instinctual on my part. I had no idea if I was imagining him or if I’d already died. But it didn’t matter. Staring up into his ocean-like irises made me forget the last ten minutesof my life—the chase through the park, the eventual capture, the hands roaming my body, the fingers prodding at my delicate flesh.
I was lost to the male holding me.
Completely unfazed by the blood of the others staining my dress and uncaring of my exposed breasts.
There was just something so devastatingly right about this man.A predator subduing his prey,I thought with an inner sigh.
Most blood demons could hypnotize. Damien had never told me that. I’d just realized it after meeting his acquaintances. Actually, Damien had never even admitted what he’d become. He’d simply claimed to be taking a brief holiday with friends.
But I knew.
He was my twin.
There was very little he could hide from me.
Similar to this being staring down at me. His intentions were written clear as day in his beautiful eyes. He intended to devour me. Just like the other men.
“You didn’t save me,” I breathed as I admired his sharp features. He’d hushed me before saying,“You’re mine now.”I hadn’t really considered what that’d meant, my mind too lost in the dreamlike state this man had pulled me into.
But I was beginning to understand now.
“You didn’t kill them to protect me,” I added, oddly in tune with this male I’d never met before.
“I’m not a protector, little swan. I’m a monster,” he murmured, studying me just as intently as I studied him. “But I wasn’t going to let them ruin you before I had the chance to taste you.”
I nodded, somehow understanding and accepting that logic. Which probably made me crazy. I should still be screaming, demanding that this demon release me, trying to escape,anything other than staring into his eyes and accepting this cruel fate.
But some part of me had always expected this. Perhaps it was because my twin had been turned into a vile creature of the night. I had a strange sort of acceptance when it came to the supernatural as a result.
Damien had embraced his fate.
