The moment her photo appeared to me that first time, I froze, shocked by the innocence staring back at me.
This little human is stalking me?I wondered, intrigued.
After several minutes of reviewing her research history, it became clear that the curious little creature had been studying me foryears. But it wasn’t until she started looking at the property deeds—specifically my signature—that alarm bells went off.
A flaw in my programming, clearly, as I should have been alerted to her presence two or three years before my system went off.
Because it seems my sweet little stalker has harbored a dark obsession with vampires for a very long time.
Well, I’m not a vampire, pet,I think.I’m the fucking King of Strigoi kind.
And she just entered my trap.
My world.
My nest.
I’m going to make her regret ever embarking on this research journey.
Make her realize how dangerous her fixation truly is.
Make her wish she never discovered my existence.
Her tears will taste divine. They’ll be a decadent appetizer before I enjoy her blood as my main course.And maybe her body for dessert…
“You’re growling,” Marius informs me.
“And?” I press, aware of the rumble that’s ignited in my chest. It’s taking serious restraint not to wrap myself in shadows and teleport into my intended pet’s room. Introduce her to my wings. My tail.My cock.
But I want her in the confines of my estate before I play with her.
In a place where no one will hear her screams.
“The sound is reverberating through the square, Ciprian.”
“So maybe a storm’s coming,” I reply, finally looking at my oldest friend and confidant. “Humans always explain away a supernatural’s presence. I’ve told you this a thousand times.”
“Yes, I’m aware their minds can’t fully embrace the truth of our existence. But what’s that saying? Seeing is knowing? Understanding? Accepting?” He shakes his head, sending his silver-blond hair cascading like a waterfall around his head. “I really don’t fancy having to glamour anyone who happens toseeyou right now.”
“Then eat the mortal instead,” I say, slipping my hands into the pockets of my dress pants and returning my gaze to Viviana’s window. “They’re food, Marius.”
I don’t usually kill my prey. But if he doesn’t want to go through the trouble, he can just finish the job or take the human back to our home world. I don’t really care so long as it doesn’t become a regular occurrence.
That happened a few centuries ago—not with Marius but with a former rival that I killed for creating an inconvenience for me in this world. I’m still fighting the rumors that whole incident created.
Which, interestingly, is about to bring the little mouse upstairs to my doorstep.
My insides burn at the prospect, my mouth salivating for a taste of her.
Fucking glorious citrus…
She’s a craving I’m longing to satisfy.
Since the moment I first traced the strands of research history to her, I’ve beenobsessed. Her thick brown hair will look amazing in my fist. And those innocent, dark eyes will cry so beautifully while I shove my cock down her throat.
Gods, I can’t wait.
I have centuries of lust built up in my veins, all of it waiting to be released…on her.
