Her Taste

[Allister’s POV]

When Vance and I return home, we go our separate ways, but I can’t seem to calm down. I didn’t know what the hell it was about that woman that caused her scent, her taste, and even how fucking good she felt to stay with me, but as I lounge in my room drinking a cup of wine before turning in, all I can think about is her.

“Fuck,” I hiss, slamming my glass down and getting up. “What the hell is this?”

I make my way out of the room and head toward Damien, our historian’s office, in hopes he can help me better understand what is happening.

In all of my years, I hadn’t ever experienced anything like this, and it was extremely unsettling. I noticed something was off in the club when we first met her, but now after having her, I knew that she was different from the rest, but I couldn’t understand why since she was nothing more than a mere human.

Humans were only meant to be food and a means to procreate; that was it. Once they served their purpose, it was over, and we moved