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I’m addictedto this female.
Her curves.
Her moans.
Hereyes.
Fuck. It didn’t matter that I’d just taken her twice before midnight breakfast. Simply seeing her in my button-down shirt at the table had me hard all over again.
I wanted to devour her for dessert, which I’d done several times over the last week.
But I couldn’t tonight.
There was too much to do before tomorrow’s meeting with the alliance. We needed to explain Lilith’s research and the purpose, while also ensuring everyone understood what was at stake.
Our blood supply was on a downward trajectory. Our only solution was to find a way to immortalize our food.
Anyone who didn’t understand that didn’t deserve to be part of the alliance.
Alas, I needed to present our findings in a thorough and appropriate manner.
Which required preparation, including reviewing the findings some of our researchers had documented in regard to the blood of our recently awakened Blessed Ones.
Ismerelda set her glass of water down, then took another bite of her French toast—a food she’d introduced me to the other evening.
American cuisine.
While I could remember bits and pieces of the formation of the United States of America, I couldn’t recall many details. But Ismerelda had reintroduced me to some of the meals she claimed I’d favored a hundred or so years ago.
And one of those meals was French toast with fruit and Canadian maple syrup.
It was all rather decadent, but I couldn’t deny the appeal. Actually, everything she’d suggested over the last few days had more than satisfied my taste buds.
Of course, nothing compared to her blood.
Or her,I mused, my gaze tracking down her neck to the collar of my shirt. She’d left the first two buttons open, allowing me to admire a sliver of her creamy skin.
Gorgeous.
Talented.
Mine.
My obsession with her was unhealthy. I really should task her with training a few replacements. It would be cruel. But it was needed.
I can’t keep her forever.
She stood for everything my mind sought to correct. No one wanted to be tied to emotional burdens.
Yet I couldn’t stop considering what she would be like as a vampire. An equal. A true mate.
Why haven’t I turned her?
It would make so much sense. But maybe I hadn’t found the right replacement for her blood.
That would explain my disinterest in the blood virgins. They were supposedly the most delectable humans in existence, but none of them compared to Ismerelda.
