Desire In His Blood Novels & Stories

“Are you that desperate to make some money? You don’t mind leaving here with a broken arm because of a few thousand dollars?” I choke on my breath. “This….this is a misunderstanding." And he laughs. It’s cold, creepy, frightening in the most disturbing ways. “A misunderstanding?” He tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ears, and I want to die. “I strangely don’t want to hurt you to feel less upset, little dove. Instead, I want to keep you. I find you…interesting.” Does that mean he’d spare me? He grabs my chin, making me look into his dark, soulless eyes. He sucks my soul in with his breathtaking beauty, but the devilish curl of his lips makes me want to run. “So what do you say?”

“The last bottle of the Blood Moon vintage is open. It’s… potent. It remembers the night we made it.” Her crimson eyes flicked to Conor, who was banking the fires of his grill. The heat in the small space was already shifting from culinary to carnal. Conor turned, his gaze heated and direct. He needed no supernatural allure; his was a raw, earthy magnetism. He walked over to Desirée, his presence overwhelming. He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. “You’ve been teasing customers all night, little demon. Must be starving.” “Ravenous,” she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"I'm fucking alpha blood! I have dark desires. Desires that I don't expect you to satisfy! For that, you will learn to be grateful. At least I am honest with you. I don't know why this is such a shock to you. Have you grown up in a fucking cave?! I don't need to ask your permission, Cameron." Mates don't physically hurt each other. But they do submit to rank, and I was laying it all on Cameron now. She should have cowered before me. I suddenly realized how strong she is. I can feel her. But I outrank her. Fuck, I outrank even my father's Beta by my blood alone! But Cameron's gaze never wavered. Her eyes only grew darker. She had no fear and she wasn't submitting to my aura. "Thank you." She

she said softly. “I’m not done with you yet.” He turned toward her, and there it was again—that flicker in his eyes. Hunger, yes. Possession. But also something colder. Calculating. “You think I fuck women like you for love?” he asked. “No,” she said, sitting up slowly, baring herself without shame. “You fuck women like me to forget something you can’t kill.” He didn’t answer. Instead, Cain stood, poured himself another drink, and pressed a button on the wall. A voice crackled through the speaker.

My heart pounded in my chest as his words sank in, mingling with the unmistakable rush of desire that caused my nipples to harden under his gaze. I knew I should summon my crossbow and stake and pierce his undead heart but my body was buzzing with a delirious appetite that couldn't be quenched by food. “Is that why you want to feed on my blood?” I demanded, my voice tinged with desire. “Yes, that's why I want to feed on your blood, but I also want to bury my cock deep inside you while I'm at it,” he confessed, his lips tantalizingly close to mine.

His heartbeat and his blood rushing through his veins are calling to me, making it harder to withstand my blood lust as it normally is. Blood has always been just vital to secure my existence. I never tied emotions like lust or satisfaction to it, but suddenly I feel desire while drinking it, yearning to taste it again. The worst thing is that I always drink during their ecstasy, but never had I tasted anything as good as his. Making all the others seem foul. I clear my throat, turning around to see that there is a movie playing on the small screen of his TV. “Are you into that romance stuff?” I ask to get my brain off the desire to sink my teeth into his neck.

Three days to choose between blood and blood. My wolf growls. ‘They think of using her.’ “I know,” I mutter under my breath. ‘You will not let them.’ I do not answer, because I do not know. If my father dies because of my refusal, the pack will whisper. They will say I chose a mate over duty. That I let sentiment cloud judgment. If Desiree dies because of my consent… I will never forgive myself and I know something else, something the council does not. Desiree is not as fragile as they believe. There is fire in her, a secret in her blood. I have felt it when our skin touches. Even if she is willingly, the blood will fight back because there is more to her liberal than the traitor's shame tag

🖱️Victor🖱️ My body was literally on fire, and there was nothing poetic about it. It was not desire dressed up as hunger or some elegant vampire metaphor whispered in old books. This was crude. This was my control cracking from the inside out while I stood perfectly still and pretended I was fine. I wanted blood. Not a feast. Not ceremony. Just a drop. A single damn drop to quiet the way my veins burned like they had been injected with sunlight and poison at the same time.

“But all day, the scent of your blood makes me hunger, makes me yearn for you. I dream of you even when I’m awake, of my fingers exploring your body as I drink from your breasts.” His hot breath fans a nipple and I gasp, my pussy tightening with need. I should be repelled, why am I not repelled?! He just confessed to wanting me as a walking talking buffet, a blood bag. Instead, I’m so wet the bed is slick underneath me. Perhaps it is the raw honesty in his eyes, the undiluted lust, it is intoxicating.

Each drop splattered onto the ground, blooming like crimson flowers. “Kamrynn,” he rasped, his eyes locking onto mine. His gaze was no longer filled with cruelty, but with desperation. He reached out a trembling hand toward me, his fingers slick with blood. “You’re the only one who can save me.” I scrambled back, fear and revulsion battling within me. “Stay away,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Please,” he pleaded, crawling toward me, his blood leaving a trail in his wake. “You’re my salvation.”