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I tell myself that gaining intel on Ze’ev’s political history will help me uncover Monster Isle’s secrets.
But the truth is I want to know more about him. I want to know what happened, why he’s out here, and how he’s survived this long on his own.
I’ve never had to control a need I have always ignored, he says inside my head as his tongue runs over my pulse. But if I’m to be your mate, I will eventually need to consume your blood.
Gods. Ze’ev wants to mate me.
That’s what he means by our “bond.”
He means a mating bond.
That shouldn’t come as a surprise, given everything he’s done to me so far, but I thought he just enjoyed pissing off Godric.
I didn’t realize he actually wanted me for himself.
“What happens if you swallow my blood?” I ask as I gently push his leg down. The desire swelling in my body isn’t going to be satisfied this way. Not when he’s talking about becoming my mate.
You’ll be inside me forever, he says as he cups my cheek. I’ll want more.
He’s afraid of his own desire?
I’ll show him what it’s like to be filled with a need that’s all-consuming.
I’m so tired of these males pushing me into a shifter’s heat, not knowing what they’re putting me through.
His mouth parts when I run my hand down into his pants and grab his rigid length. A warning growl rumbles in his throat as I stroke him, indulging in his supple skin and the way he feels in my hand. I can’t even wrap my fingers all the way around him, but I do my best.
Apparently, hybrids are just as hung as shifters.
I will go into bloodlust. I could kill you, he warns me as he grabs my wrist, but I don’t let him pull my hand out of his pants.
I smile at him as I enjoy the way his vein throbs in his neck. “And what if you fuck me?”
Something inside Ze’ev snaps, and he thrusts his length into my hand. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from biting you. And I wouldn’t have the self-control to spit out your blood if I’m deep inside you.
His fangs graze my mouth. I hadn’t even realized he’d poised himself over me, growling as he thrusts into my fist. You need to let go of me before I do something I’ll regret.
I don’t know if it’s my fatigue over men telling me what’s good for me…
Or some deep, dark part of me that has no sense of self-preservation making her regular appearance.
But I bite my own lip already split from his kiss, and I spit my blood directly into his mouth.
Then I squeeze his cock and watch his throat work on the automatic swallow.
“Good boy,” I whisper.
His eyes go wide the second my blood hits his system. His white eye glazes over with a red glow, and he manages to stumble away from me.
His voice comes out garbled and frantic in my head as he slams a fist to the ground.
Liliana.
You…
Need to… RUN.
CHAPTER 27
