Future King

Then he waited, tilting his head slightly to pick up the subtle noise of her breathing within the room. He instantly recognized the deep rhythmic breathing of human sleep.

Confident she was sleeping, he entered her room through the open window, approached the single bed she lay in, and stared down at her. She was fast asleep on her side facing him. He crouched down in front of her studying her face. She unconsciously shivered. While she wasn't aware of his presence, her body was. He reached over and pulled her blankets higher over her shoulder allowing his fingertips to caress her soft flesh

again. She didn't stir. His violet eyes gazed over the form under the thin blanket then back up to her face in obvious desire. Again the conflict began within him. How easy it would be for him to

wake her, influence her, and make her give him what he wanted. But was that all he wanted was her pure blood to burn a heavenly path down his throat after he took her?

No, it wasn't. He wanted more, mu