A blistering wave of fire burned up his blood, setting every molecule in his body aflame, and he rolled his eyes open and arched off the bed, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Couldnâ€™t roar. If he did, Antoine would come. Antoine would see the angel. Antoine would harm her.
Snow growled low in his throat at that thought.
He would kill any who touched her.
His claws extended at the same time as his fangs, and the apartment brightened as his eyes changed, burning red around his cat-like pupils.
Snow fought harder than ever to break the restraints, driven by a mindless need to free himself so he could protect the female and by a dark hunger to drain her dry at the same time.
She rushed forwards as the collar sliced into his throat, spilling a thick stream of his blood down his neck.
â€œYou must calm yourself,â€ she whispered softly, those words laced with emotions that were beyond his grasp as the bloodlust seized hold of him again and her proximity drove him mad with a need to taste her. â€œYou are hurting yourself.â€
The note in her melodic voice told him more than she was willing to say. She couldnâ€™t bear the sight of him hurting himself. The scent of blood filled his room and, even though it was his own tainted life force, it sent him back over the edge.
â€œI am unsure how to help you.â€ She hovered close to him and he managed to get his eyes to focus on her for a brief second, long enough to see the frustration that darkened her innocent features.
Snow growled, rolled his eyes back and snarled as he pulled harder on the chains. The steel bedposts creaked under the pressure. Agony shredded his insides, liquefying his bones and stealing his strength away, leaving him helpless. He still fought like a wild thing, ferocious and vicious as he battled his restraints, hungry to escape and taste the female.
â€œSo much pain and suffering,â€ she whispered and he cursed at her again, telling her in the old language to leave him alone, hoping she would listen this time.
The need for blood became too much and he sank his fangs into his own lower lip and sucked furiously on it, ravenous and unable to stop himself.
The angel left his side and he couldnâ€™t track her. The bloodlust dulled his senses. He opened his eyes again and followed her as she paced around the room, studying her every move.
If she came close enough, he would bite her. He sucked harder on his own foul blood, imagining it was the sweet nectar that flowed in her veins. He ached for her blood even as he ached to leave her unspoiled.
She searched his room, her air desperate, small hands clenching and unclenching in front of her stomach. â€œYou must have some blood here somewhere. Where do you keep it?â€
Snow released his lip and wheezed, â€œNo useâ€¦ like ashesâ€¦ empty of life.â€
She gave him another pitying look and then her dark eyebrows rose high on her forehead, something dawning in her incredible eyes, and she approached him.
She stood beside his bed with a calm and decided expression on her face and held her arm out to him.
Snow stared at her in shock and then turned his face away. â€œDo not touch meâ€¦ I will taint you. You are pureâ€¦ I am not.â€
She huffed. â€œI am not as pure as you believe.â€
She leaned over him and brought her wrist right up to his lips.
Snow swallowed hard and his gaze slid to the soft flesh on the underside of her forearm. He told himself to resist even as another part of him demanded he take what she offered so freely. No. It wouldnâ€™t help him. It wouldnâ€™t free him of his bloodlust. It would only make it worse. He had to abstain from blood until he was weak and then begin again with smaller quantities.
He had to drink.
He couldnâ€™t deny that dark urge.
Snow struck hard, burying his fangs deep into her soft body. She cried out and slapped her free hand over her mouth to stifle the rest of it, the sound distant to his ears as her blood rushed into him.
It was warm and tasted incredible, like nothing he had ever taken before, sweet and bitter at the same time, imbued with power that shot through his system like a drug, giving him what should be an illegal high.
He drank greedily, powerless to stop himself from taking all that he could, desperate for more of her. His cock hardened painfully, his body coming alive with sensation that left him dizzy and hazy, lost on a warm sea of bliss.
â€œEnough!â€ She tore her arm away from him and stumbled backwards. She blindly grabbed the metal post at the foot of his bed for support and slid down it to land on the floor with a harsh thud.
Snow opened his eyes, craned his neck as much as he could and stared down at her, shocked by what she had done and how she had tasted. Tears streaked her cheeks and there were red marks on them where she had pressed her fingers into them when covering her mouth to stop herself from crying out in pain. She held her wrist to her chest, clutching it tightly, her knuckles blazing white. Blood already spotted her pristine pale dress, marring the pure fabric.
He had hurt her.
He cursed himself this time, guilt riding him hard and chasing him down from his high. He had tainted her and harmed her. He had made her cry with his vicious attack on her and his greed.
He should have eased his fangs in gently and sipped from her with the reverence she deserved. He should have made it pleasurable for her.
â€œDo you often starve yourself to the point of insanity?â€ She snapped the words at him like a whip, her innocence evaporating as she scowled, her eyes dark with the pain and fury she emanated.
Snow was quiet for a few long seconds, unsure what to say in response to that or how to make things better. Would she accept an apology? He had told her not to offer her wrist. She had seen him at his worst. She should have known he would hurt her.
â€œI had blood a short while ago,â€ he confessed, â€œbut it tastes like death to me these days. But youâ€¦ you taste like life. How?â€
He hadnâ€™t missed the little fact that drinking her blood had driven him right through the other side of his bloodlust and into the clear too. The way he felt right now, he knew he wouldnâ€™t suffer another attack for at least a day, if not more. He had never felt this normal, not since before his bloodlust had first emerged.
â€œDo you suffer like this every night?â€ Her expression softened to reveal the innocence that he was coming to like about her. Her wide luminous eyes still sparkled with the tears that were drying on her pale cheeks, but they no longer held anger and darkness. They were soft and bright, inquisitive again. He nodded. Her fine black eyebrows puckered into a small frown. â€œThere is no cure?â€
â€œOnly death.â€ Something he had long desired but had always been denied.
She swallowed and closed her eyes, her frown hardening. She released her wrist and pressed her bloodied hand to her head, smudging red across it.
â€œYou are unwell?â€ he said, his guilt returning with a vengeance.
â€œI feel dizzyâ€¦ and a little weak.â€ Her eyes opened and fixed on him, the brightness in them gone.
Snow frowned. How much had he taken from her? She was slender and delicate. He had drunk greedily. He had taken too much. If she had been a normal weak human, he probably would have killed her. The black wings curling around her shoulders were a constant reminder that she was anything but weak. An angel.
And she had given him blood.
That couldnâ€™t be a good thing for her to have done.
â€œCome to me. Let me seal the wound.â€ He jerked his chin, trying to coax her into doing as he asked.
She grasped the bedpost and slowly pulled herself up off the floor, and then stumbled forwards and collapsed onto the mattress beside him, her breathing rapid and shallow. She shook as she bravely offered her right wrist to him.
Snow gently licked it, cleaning away the blood. His tongue on her flesh felt so good and he liked the way she stared at him, watching him intently.
Her skin was hot, her taste delectable.
He ached to feel her body against his, soft against hard, warm against cool. He hadnâ€™t touched a female in centuries, hadnâ€™t wanted to either, but he longed to lay his hands on her and learn her curves, her fragrance, and her sweetest spots.
It was wrong of him to desire her, an angel, one pure and untainted while he was wretched, but she brought out the devil in him. She made him want to taint her and ruin her.
He shifted his focus back to her wrist, taking care to ensure that the bleeding had stopped before he leaned his head back on the black pillows.
His gentleness seemed to please her and she offered him a small smile as she drew her arm back to her.
â€œI had feared you would begin drinking again,â€ she whispered and ran her thumb over the marks on her wrist, her gaze on them now. â€œThey tell our kind that vampires are foul.â€
Her gaze flickered over his face to settle on his hair and she reached out and lifted one of the long strands, drawing it out of his eyes.
â€œSnow,â€ she murmured and his vivid scarlet eyes shifted to meet hers and narrowed. â€œYour hair is like snow. It is pure and beautiful.â€
Snow turned his face away. â€œYou of all people should know how impure I am.â€
She sighed and even that sounded melodic and soothing to him. Her hand left his hair and she shifted on the bed. When he realised what she intended, he snapped his head around to face her, catching her reaching for the cuff that secured his right wrist.
â€œDonâ€™t!â€ he barked and she ignored him.
â€œYou are safe now, satisfied. You will not hurt me.â€ She sounded so positive that he almost smiled and couldnâ€™t resist pointing out something that would contradict her belief and most likely have her blushing again.
â€œI am not so sure,â€ he said and she paused to look at him. â€œMy bloodlust is under control, but you are still not safe from me. I am not sure you ever will be.â€
She looked confused at first and then her cheeks darkened to the deepest shade of red so far and her eyes widened, and he knew she had understood him and was now aware of the danger she was in. His bloodlust was sated, but he still felt an undeniable and consuming lust for her.
Snow smiled at the way her eyes edged downwards, towards his hips, as though she was unaware of what she was doing before it was too late and her gaze settled on his groin. Her cheeks darkened another shade. She swallowed and her heart fluttered wildly. Why?
Were her thoughts running along the same line as his were? He wanted to feel her hands on his flesh, touching and stroking him, pleasuring him and bringing him to climax. Did she desire the feel of his hands on her, using his strength and dominating her as they made love?
Did you enjoy today’s tease?
A powerful vampire lost deep in his bloodlust, Snow is a savage animal, mindless with rage and a thirst for violence, and trapped with no hope of awakening from an endless nightmareâ€¦ until a song draws him up from the abyss, restoring his sanity but leaving him haunted by the sweet feminine scent of lilies and snow, and fragmented familiar lyrics.
When the mysterious and beautiful songstress reappears in Snowâ€™s room at Vampirerotique, she awakens a fierce protective streak and stirs dark desires that drive him to claim her as his female, even when he knows his touch will destroy her innocence.
A single forbidden taste is all it takes to unleash emotions in Aurora that she shouldnâ€™t possess, tearing her between duty and desire, and luring her into surrendering to her wildfire passion and embracing hungers that burn so hotly they threaten to consume them both.
One act of kindness can lead to one thousand acts of sin though, each a black mark against the bearerâ€™s soul and another grain of sand that slips through an hourglass. The clock is ticking and time is almost up. Can beauty save the beast?
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Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #1)
Crave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #2)
Seduce (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #3)
Enslave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #4)
Bewitch (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #5)
Unleash (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series #6)