Bloodlust Book Novels & Stories

Not with him, and not with us. The firestorm inside me finally erupted, and this time, I heard my cry before a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream. My orgasm was so intense that I disintegrated immediately, bits and pieces of me falling, floating, burning until the smoke cleared, and a hazy shadow of my senses returned. The hand over my mouth dropped, replaced by a punishing kiss. I tasted my arousal, and my nipples tightened again like I hadn’t just come so hard, I couldn’t breathe properly.

And tonight, she would be mine. With a final, decisive movement, I crossed the room and stood over her. Her eyelids fluttered, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stirred. I watched her wake, her pupils dilating as they found me, a flicker of something – curiosity? Recognition? – crossing her features. It didn't matter. Soon, that flicker would ignite into something far more consuming. This was the culmination of weeks of careful maneuvering, of a hunger that had gnawed at me relentlessly. Tonight, the chase was over, and the claiming would begin. My hand hovered, a breath away from her skin, the air crackling with unspoken intent. The primal urge pulsed, a powerful current thrumming throug

He bent his head and kissed my hand, and I watched as he walked out the door and got into a big black SUV, as it screeched away. "What the hell was that?" Ramona asked as she linked her arm with mine and we started walking down the sidewalk. "I have no idea, Was that blood on the guy?" I inquired as we walked toward my apartment building. "I believe so, but he wasn't reacting as though he had been shot, stabbed, or hit," Ramona answered as she started to pull me down another street. "That's true, I mean he could have been in a wreck or something and was helping them out and got blood on him." I shrugged my shoulders as we walked into Candy's Candy Shop. "Had a sweet tooth?"

"That's not what I want to see. What do you think I should do?" His deep voice reverberated throughout the moderate-sized lounge. It was like an arrow threatening to pierce through her. Chills ran down her spine. Suppressing the urge to tremble, Cecilia hissed through clenched jaws, "Let me go." When he wasn't aware, she took the chance to bite the most tender part of his wrist. Soon, she tasted blood. Bennett groaned. With the hand she bit, he held her wrists together. He then grasped her face with his other hand so that she would loosen her bite. She was sensitive to pain and yielded almost immediately.

That means Dante would have to spend his time wandering the lore alone , that is if the moon goddess doesn’t kill him. Dust clouded the air as the ancient book hit the floor with a hollow thud, its cracked leather cover splitting at the seam. I didn’t flinch. Instead, my lips curved into a slow, sweet and satisfied smile, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Blood Moon... hybrids” I calmly murmured under my breath, reading the title aloud like it was a prophecy. “Its been a while since I went on a hunting spree.” "All it takes is one swift and clean motion and the lore would actually burn to ashes while I stand on the edge of the destruction and watch."

Grabbing my glass from the table, I gulped down the remaining contents of the drink. A sharp sting burned in my mouth, but I stood up, ignoring the pain and bracing myself to face him. “Wish me luck.” Without waiting for Melissa’s response, I dragged my feet towards Declan. He was standing and staring at one of the strippers, a bored look etched on his face. I took another step forward, but felt something in the air changed.The music didn’t stop, but it felt quieter. Declan hadn’t looked at me yet… but I could feel it, like pressure behind my skin. Up close, I realized that he looked calmer than how I’d seen him before.

Unless… Another possibility suddenly formed inside my thoughts. Someone had turned him. Or he had been bought. Something inside me snapped with terrifying finality. Pure, murderous bloodlust unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My breathing deepened while a savage growl rumbled relentlessly from somewhere deep inside my chest, vibrating through the entire security vehicle until even the reinforced windows trembled from the force. The beast was no longer merely restless. It was hunting. It was furious. Most terrifying of all… It wanted blood. Katlyn. That single name echoed through every corner of my mind, drowning every rational thought beneath an endless wave of possessive instinc

I drove a blade straight through its skull. Before the body even dropped, I shifted again. Wolf. Faster. Stronger. My fur bristled as I tore through another, ripping its side open and sending it crashing into a tree. A bite caught my arm. Deep. Pain flared. Real pain. I snarled, turning violently and crushing its neck between my jaws. Blood filled my mouth. Hot. Thick. I spat it out. More footsteps. More movement. They weren’t stopping. Good.

Chapter Three – Ruthless Claim The fire crackled in the study, the night deepening, but the heat between us was a inferno, unquenched by the earlier ravaging. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger raged. The mafia boss and his lieutenant loomed, their eyes dark with lust, ready to claim me again.

This was not the same for vampires, as far as I knew. Edgar’s eyes darkened, the hunger within them unmistakable. "My apologies, Miss Cammy," he said, voice rough, almost hoarse. "Your scent is... exquisite. It seems I have momentarily forgotten my manners." The intense hunger in his eyes scared me. It wasn't hunger for food. As starved as he was, part wolf and part vampire, I would not appeal to him in that way. The hunger was a lust so unconcealed,m that I took a step back. I shouldn't be here. I should be home, with my mate. The moving shadows over his face made him appear nearly deathly and guilt at his starved state twisted my gut.