She’ll beg me to stop. Then beg me for more. Because I’m going to become her addiction. Her air.Her master.
I’ve never taken a toy before, always preferring just to feed, glamour, and release.
Humans are too fragile to suit my needs.
But Viviana Dalca is going to learn how to take me. Please me.Kneel for me.
She wanted to find a vampire. Well, she’s going to have to accept a Strigoi King instead.Me.
“You’re growling again,” Marius mutters.
“Not all of us are gifted with the ability to hide our monstrous traits,” I return.
“Gifted or stunted?” he asks, aware that I often favor the latter term when referring to Marius’s peculiar talents.
“Tonight?” I glance at him. “Tonight, I consider it a gift, as it allowed you to engage in conversation with my pet in a human space. I suppose I’ll feel similarly tomorrow as well. Ask me again in a week, though, and perhaps my opinion will have changed yet again.”
He grunts. “Yourinabilityto mask our enviable—not monstrous—traits is why I continue to question your preference for this world.”
“I’m not engaging in meaningless conversation with you again,” I tell him.
“And since when is she yourpet?” he demands, ignoring my comment entirely.
I repay the favor by not acknowledging his inquiry and wrapping myself up in shadows instead.
Then I teleport up to the room I’ve been watching for far too long. The light went out only a few minutes ago, so my prey might still be awake. That’s fine. Unlike Marius, I don’t mind a little glamour.
Especially when it comes to my intended pet.
But one glance at the bed tells me glamouring won’t be necessary. Because my prey is already asleep, her pretty gaze hidden beneath closed eyelids dusted with thick, dark lashes.
Hmm. I move forward, my steps silent.
The sleeping female has no idea a predator lurks in her room. She’s too innocent to sense me. Too mortal. Toodelicate.
I take in her petite frame, barely concealed beneath the thin sheet.Are you wearing anything underneath it?I wonder, reaching down to gently tug the fabric away from her shoulders.
Twin straps of cream-colored silk meet my gaze, the fabric alluring against her light-colored skin. What’s even more alluring, though, is how the tank top clings to her curves as I reveal more of her.
Seems my little mouse enjoys sensual nightwear,I think, admiring the outline of her nipples beneath the satiny texture. I can almost determine the color of those stiffening peaks, but not quite.Mmm, soon, though…
My tail twitches behind me, eager to play.
A little introduction won’t hurt,I decide, allowing the triangle tip to flicker up to her bed—to the leg tucked beneath the sheets.
My eyes slide back up to her face, watching for any sign that my slight touches are disturbing her sleep. But all she does is part her plump lips like an enticing invitation.
This female appeared much more studious online, reminding me a bit of a young librarian. Scholarly. Intensely focused.Soft.
She still possesses all the traits from the photos and videos I’ve seen of her, yet she’s even more tempting in person. Maybe because of her scent. Or perhaps it’s her luscious mouth. It looks so sensual now, that invitation still lingering…
The tip of my tail travels up along her side, memorizing the subtle curve of her hips to her tiny waist, skimming the fleshy mound of her tit before reaching the bare skin of her shoulder.
A hum of electricity shoots through me, stealing my breath and causing my nostrils to flare.
Fucking divine, I think, captivated by my prey.
It takes every ounce of control that I possess not to lean down, lift her into my arms, and teleport us both back to Negru Castle.
