Todos os capítulos de A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King And His Hybrid Bride: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

"Just don’t get too hooked on my incredible blood, vampire," I teased, giving him a lighthearted warning. "The last thing I need is for you to get addicted. Trust me, the last thing I want is a blood junkie trailing me around—especially one who’s so particular about his feeding habits."He pulled back slowly, visibly holding himself back, his mouth lingering near my wrist for a moment before he licked the tiny wounds to seal them. I could tell it was an effort for him to stop; a flash of strain crossed his face as he did, and I didn’t miss the tightness in his jaw. Every muscle in his body was coiled, rigid with self-control, and I caught the unmistakable pain that flickered in his eyes as his lips finally left my skin.I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. Here was a vampire who could unleash absolute devastation on a battlefield, who’d torn through enemies without so much as a flinch. I’d seen him rip apart entire groups with cold, calculated brutality. And yet, here, with me, he

The feeling was incomparable. Feeding Jason from my own wrist had been powerful, yes, but nothing like this. This was something else entirely—a raw, visceral ecstasy that flooded every nerve in my body. I couldn’t hold back the moans that tumbled from my lips, each sound pulled from somewhere deep within. My hands tightened in his hair, desperately anchoring me as waves of intense sensation radiated outward, filling every inch of me with a heat that bordered on agony.Inside, a firestorm of need blazed, primal and relentless. My body throbbed, each pulse an ache demanding to be filled. This wasn’t just about desire; it was something instinctive, a feral longing that went beyond sex. I needed to be claimed, to be taken so completely that I’d forget everything about myself—my past, my pain, even my own name. Nothing mattered but this moment, this aching, primal urge to be bound to him in the most fundamental way possible.I felt Jason’s body shudder against mine, his control hanging by a

Jayson’s POVMy Bride gazed at me, pure female lust searing her golden eyes. Her pink lips parted like a pair of roses blossoming in the spring, and a moan of pleasure tore out of her.She was the most stunning thing I’d ever seen. I still remembered the first time I’d laid my eyes on her, her beauty striking me like dark lightning.She was different at this age. Her lovely form remained the same, but for the first time, she held humanity. It clothed her in layers, making her softer and less lethal.But I knew better than to be deceived by her vulnerability. The creature beneath my large, hard body was a ticking bomb that could go off at any time. Once something or someone hit her to her core and set her off, she’d explode and wreck the world, just as she’d done so easily before.So, no, I did not trust my Bride, even though my primal need and every male instinct demanded I fuck her brutally until she surrendered unconditionally, then claim her as mine forever. I fought my need to emb

Jason, for his part, didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His gaze, his quiet intensity, said everything.I cleared my throat, breaking the moment, but a small, teasing smile still tugged at the corners of my mouth. “You didn’t sleep on the job, Henry,” I said, glancing at the man holding the tray of coffee.Henry shot me a look, his eyes narrowing slightly as though he was offended. “I never sleep on the job,” he replied curtly, his tone firm and almost defiant. His posture didn’t shift an inch, still rigid and professional, and I could see the faintest traces of amusement in his gaze, though it was expertly hidden behind his usual stoic demeanor.“I’m glad and surprised,” I said, grinning a little as I took a step closer to him. “Is that coffee for me?” I asked, my voice light, teasing.Henry’s snort was immediate. “Who else could get me to serve her coffee?” he muttered, barely containing his distaste.I laughed softly, the sound unexpectedly easy, and then it clicked—this had b

The words were a shield around me, a possessive claim that sent a warmth curling in my chest. The protective instinct in his tone sent a wave of comfort through me, but the warmth was short-lived. Just as quickly, something colder and sharper slid through me—a flicker of doubt. Would he still think of me as his if Nossy’s poisonous words managed to turn him against me? If she whispered enough of her twisted truths, would Jason still stand by me? Or would he, too, start seeing me as the thing everyone feared?I shoved that thought aside, but it lingered like a shadow, clawing at the edges of my mind.Before I could even form a response, the chill in the air thickened, and a bone-deep sense of dread swept over me. I started to speak, to snap at Nossy to shut up, but the words died on my tongue when her head jerked backward with a sickening crack. The movement was unnatural, contorted—like something had taken hold of her, something that wasn’t her at all.Her eyes turned black—pure, soull