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“Would you like to see…” he continues suddenly, his lips pressed to mine as he’s speaking. “… what it feels like to be mine?”
Heat explodes somewhere in my groin, in a place that has never been awakened until now, a place I didn’t even know existed before. That same heat unfurls through the rest of my body, awakening all my senses, making all my nerve endings tingle with anticipation of what is to come next.
His lips are softly grazing mine. My tongue wants to lash out and surge into his mouth, into that heat, but I manage to control myself. His fingers slowly trail a line from my elbow up to my shoulder. I never knew that I had so many delicate nerves in my upper arm, that I could feel so much pleasure from that ordinary place.
Maybe it’s not the place where I’m being touched. Maybe it’s the person who is doing the touching.
I want more. So much more.
This realization rings inside of my mind, like the sound of a million church bells, demanding to be heard, to be acknowledged.
I want him to kiss me, to lick me, to touch me, to–
“Bianca?”
I want him to call my name, but that isn’t his voice.
We both look in the same direction, and I see my friend. My only friend. She looks at me, then at him. I can see the shock in her eyes clearly, the disbelief.
He grins at me, pulling away, and a moment later, he disappears as quickly as he appeared behind me.
“Bianca, are you alright?” Rose asks me.
Her voice has always made her sound like she’s twelve, and her rosy cheeks make her look even more childlike, despite the fact that we are the same age. That was one of the things that has always kept us close. That and the fact that she is a shifter who is also being bullied by Gala and her gang.
“I’m fine, Rose,” I assure her, clearing my throat a little.
“What are you doing here… with him?” Rose asks, her voice trembling with that same incredulity that I still don’t understand.
“With who?” I ask. “That guy?” I look in the direction where he disappeared, then back at her. “He helped me last night when I was accosted by Gala.”
“He… helped you?” Rose can’t seem to believe what I’m saying. “Why would he do that?”
I shrug. “Because I needed help?”
“Since when do vampires help shifters?” Rose finally reveals the cause of her shock.
My jaw almost drops to the floor. “Vampires?”
Rose doesn’t say anything to that. The word lingers in the empty space between us, like a ticking time bomb.
“He is a vampire?” I ask, wanting to be completely sure of what she’s saying.
“And not just any vampire, Bianca,” Rose tells me, sounding more concerned than ever.
“What do you mean?” I ask conspiratorially.
“He… he is a vampire king.”
At first, I think she is joking. I mean, a vampire king. There hasn’t been any in ages. Our Elder told us that there haven’t been any vampires around here in decades. Also, that there have been less and less vampire clans with kings as leaders, kings that are recognized by other clans. Kings are a dying breed. At least, they were. Now it seems we have one right here.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Regular vampires have a less prominent scent,” Rose explains. “I know you can’t smell them because you’re a human, but trust me, vampire kings are unmistakable.”
I choose not to tell her that I also smelled him. Maybe not in a way a shifter would, but I sensed him… somehow. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s just the pheromones off of him. Maybe it’s just my mind recognizing my desire, nothing else. But I did smell him. I caught his scent. And he smelled divine.
“We have to tell everyone that– “
