“Do you need anything before I go?” he asks, his voice just above a whisper. My first instinct is to shake my head no. I don’t want to be a bother. But then, I remember there is one thing I need. I can’t ask him, though. He’s the king. He sees that I’m not being completely honest with him before m
Is it Opal? Is that why he hasn’t put his mouth on me? Is he afraid that he will do more than feed from me if his lips touch my skin? I have no way of knowing, and I cannot ask, but the strength of his arm around me, of being pressed against him, allows me to feel safe for the first time since bef
Kane Vampire’s don’t have fated mates. In fact, most people don’t think that vampires even have souls. I’m not sure what I think of that since I was born a vampire. It’s not as if I were once a person who was killed by a vampire and my soul was released to hell or where-have-you, and now I am some
It's all I can do to keep my hand still as I harden beneath the sheets. I know I’ve done the right thing in walking away from her. She is emotional and exhausted. Her entire world has been torn apart, and it will take some time for it to be put back together. I may own her, but only as a feeder. Sh
She nods. “It’s a beautiful day outside. We could go for a walk in the garden.” “Am I allowed to do that?” I ask her. She giggles. “Of course. And you’re dressed for it.” I glance down at my red sundress and strappy sandals. “All right,” I say. “As long as you’re sure the king won’t mind.” “No,
Emory “This is her?” a blonde woman with a pointy nose asks, her raised finger barely sharper than her beak. “This is the fucking breeder?” I take a deep breath, not wanting any trouble. I am obviously outnumbered, and while I have no problem kicking Opal’s ass and her friends’ asses, I have a fee
“Shift, stupid bitch!” Opal says, kicking me again, this time in the shin, harder. Her foot is like a piece of stone, and I wince as I feel myself instantly bruising. I may have to run with one shoe on and hope that it falls off. Maybe I can use this shifting bit to my advantage. “It’s against the
“Get back here, fucking bitch breeder!” Opal is shouting, and I can feel the reverberation of their footsteps off of the sidewalk as they fly toward me. I am fast. I am not that fast. I see the castle in front of me and know it will take me a moment to get up the steps and through that door. Even