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I just stood there, letting it soak through, hoping it would cool the burning feeling inside me. Bloodlust. It wasn't just hunger. Not the simple craving for sustenance. No. Something about her, about her scent, made everything much worse. It was a dark hunger that curled low in the gut and whispered terrible things. The kind that made the sound of her heartbeat feel too loud in the next room and made her scent unbearable in all the wrong ways. The kind that left my fangs pressed tight against my gums. Hell, I didn’t even want to look at her too long right now. That’s how dangerous this was.

“Still as secretly as vicious as ever, my Lady.” I helped him dress, slowly. I tied the laces of his shirt while he slipped his feet into his boots, and for a moment, it felt like things were almost normal. Almost. But then I touched his collarbone—and his body shuddered. “I told you,” he growled lowly. “Lucifer’s bloodlust is more active than it’s ever been. I’m holding it back with the last thread of our sanity.” That did it. We needed to drain it out somehow. Cleanse it.

His grip tightened, and she winced, the pressure bruising her skin. "You shouldn't have come here," she managed to choke out, her eyes locked onto his. "Couldn't stay away, could I? Missed you, babe," Luke continued, his cold and predatory eyes tracing over her possessively. Fear coursed through her veins as she assessed her surroundings, searching for an escape route, an ally—anything. The restaurant's patrons continued their oblivious chatter, and it seemed no one paid attention to the waiter or the poorly dressed woman caught in an uncomfortable situation.

I did it again, pressing myself against his chest, needing to be closer. Have him closer. He tasted like bourbon, sharp and spicy. His kiss intoxicated me. Hazy with lust, I dragged my teeth across his lower lip, nibbling at it softly. He gasped and for a moment, I worried I nipped it too hard. His hand slipped from my waist, cupping my ass and giving it a hard squeeze. A helpless whimper escaped my throat, and I parted my knees, wanting to be touched where I burned. It felt like someone had drenched me in fuel. Coated in gunpowder and I wanted to combust.

My one choice would decide the fate of this island. I felt a strange feeling holding me and could hear the screams. It was a calling. Someone was begging me for help. Tugging at my hair, I peeked inside the book. In Pages, a lady seemed to be working on a design with her child wrapped against her back. The little one with shiny eyes was dreaming while holding her mom tightly. I could feel the warmth of her smile. Nerves get on me when I put my hand on the page. The light penetrated my body. Within moments, I felt a drastic change in my surroundings.

“Augendae: Spirit Scan; Target: Bloodlust’ Bloodlust: A skill possessed by Vampire Royalty. This skill requires that a Vampire Royal consumes the blood of a pure member of another species. It gives the user power comparable to the strength contained in the blood consumed. However, it comes at a cost. Bloodlust robs the user of his or her sanity, making it a difficult skill to control. It should be noted this ability only works with those who have never been tainted by the fangs of a Dark Creature.

The instincts kicked in and I could literally feel the raging pulse in his veins. That thirst in me. It awakened. It was overwhelming. The crucial essence of my being. "Bl-ood." I hoarsened, my nose brushing against his jawline. And he responded by stretching his neck for me. "Take whatever you need from me." Teeth elongated into fangs by impulse, the mouth watered. My lips brushed gently across his skin, the beaten limbs trembling in anticipation. Could I? Could I drink from him? The bloodlust was driving me crazy, killing me more than the open wounds on my body. I was dying. He offered himself. So what was I waiting for?

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

My eyes met with the highly in demand book that everyone seemed to want as it laid on the ground near the vampire. I picked it up without any second as I struggled to maintain its raw power within my hands. I could feel all of the magic radiating off of it in bulks but I still held onto tight. His eyes met mine just as I took hold of the book before he attempted to pry it out of my hands. “Hand it over , Hunter…this is none of your concern,” I could hear the underlying threat within his words but I didn’t care. “No! This seems to be the reason for all of this bloodshed and carnage. Why did you kill all of those people on the bus huh? Who are all these people after you and why do they want th

My smile was sharp as a razor, “I've lived too long to be scared of anything, except the insatiable craving for you. Your blood.” Her pulse ran wild, I heard it. I felt it in my skin. Now the more intense I heard it, the more hunger burned inside of me. This is the type of fire I doubt I could quench. I did understand her bloodlust from the view of a sire. And now that I was now the one on the receiving end, It felt like torture. A darker type of torture. I leaned closer, enveloping myself. I'm ner scent, my lips were just a breath away from her neck.”I so badly want to have a taste of your blood, Jumpy Eyes.