“Unless you plan to breed her first?” Marius asks, his words momentarily returning my attention to him. “I mean, that’s one way to guarantee her acceptance among our kind. They can’t deny a woman impregnated with a royal heir, yeah?”
“Stop speaking, Marius,” Ciprian says.
“You’re going tobreedme?” I blurt out, feeling even dizzier now.
Too much information has been exchanged. Too many demands made. Too muchinsanity.
In all my wildest dreams of coming here, of findinghim, never could I have imagined everything that’s transpired. And in such a short amount of time, too.
“Leave, Marius.” The demand echoes through the room, causing me to want to shrink back against the chair.
It’s all too much.
I’m exhausted. I’m hungry. I’mwrecked.
And now he wants to breed me?
He’s a one-thousand-year-old virgin Strigoi. A monster who has waited for an ideal mate. A male… who clearly desires me when he’s apparently never desired another.
It’s intimidating. Overwhelming.Intoxicating.
But impregnating me?
I’m in no way ready for that,I think.God, I don’t even know if he can fit inside me.He barely fit in my mouth!
I bury my head in my knees, trying desperately to control my raging emotions. This isn’t me at all. I never respond this way.
I’m the human who sought out a creature of the night. The woman who traveled for half a day on a plane to reach a foreign country and hunt down a vampire.
And now I’m curled in on myself like a broken doll.
All because of the intense madness swimming around me.
The way Ciprian used me in the shower… hurt my confidence. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t keep up with him? Or it was just too much sensation? I’m not sure. But it infuriated me afterward. Then he started talking, telling me how he’s never been with anyone before, and I… Ifeltsomething.
Something frightening.
Something immense.
Something…life-changing.
I went from feeling used to feelingspecial. Because this monster chose me. After over a thousand years of life, he decidedIwas worthy of his lust.
Which is asinine.
I shouldn’t feelspecialbecause a millennium-old virgin decided he wanted me.
Yet, I couldn’t stop the flutters from igniting in my belly or the pitter-patter of my heart.
He made me feel cherished in an utterly bizarre way. Like I may be someone worthy of more.
And now his familiar… or whatever Marius is to him… is talking about Ciprianbreedingme.
The notion should mortify me. It sort of does, I guess, but not in the right way. Because my mortification is born from the realization that I wouldn’t mind being fucked by Ciprian Negru.
In fact, just the concept of it sends cascades of warmth through my veins.
I’ve lost my mind.
