Chapter 9: Besotted Prince Aldrich   "You didn't really have to stop by for breakfast"Prince Aldrich says as he stared Lady Cateleya, the woman he chose as his Future bride, although now it seems his choice back then was a bit hasty.. He should have listened to his father's warning! Staring at Aurora across the breakfast table made his heart thump and beat, yeah. Even as a vampire he has a beating heart, and it's beating steadily all because of Aurora. To say he was shocked when he found her bathing in the lake at the palace was an understatement, he was thrilled and shocked to his bone when he recognized her sassy attitude and commanding voice.. No matter how rude she behaved to him and spoke to him, he didn't care. He's obsessed with her and having her right underneath his nose is his chance to get to know her better. But it's proving to be difficult s

Special Episode   Prince Aldrich swallowed hard, lifting his dark eyes to meet hers. He was secretly thrilled that she had staked her claim on him. At the same time, doing this her way could end in her badly. It had taken everything in him to finally have her to acknowledge him as a mate and now they're finally together. Would she have decided to bond with him finally if he hadn't been on the verge of death? “We need to do this in stages. Alternating sex and drinking frequently until I feel strong enough to handle both.” He had to work to keep his voice even. Especially when his cock sprang to life at the thought of tasting her, of sinking deep inside her, with both cock and fang. “Too much too fast and—” “Yeah, yeah…I get. But you know I can't that easily am not human besides you haven't tasted the blood of a mortal and it's killing you. I

Chapter 1: The Christmas Virgin       Eva Snow’s P.O.V.   Oh Brother!   What in the hell do I think I know that am doing right now?   His weight against me was some kind of kryptonite, his body strong and powerful that it scares me in a good way and the bad. The urge to tell him I've never done this before creeps in me... But the thought of him pulling back if he finds out am clueless makes it even more difficult for me to say a word.   He slips his fingers under my dress, pushing it up against my legs, running over the silky softness of my thighs. I  whimper, deep in my throat and an unbearable pleasure that has been buried within me seems to make its way to the top, making it quiet and almost impossible for me to breathe.   This is madness....."A voice in my head screams  But it's the best kind of madness!