REJECTED ONCE, CLAIMED TWICE
I whispered, my voice trembling like my soul already knew the answer.
He didn’t reply with words.
His eyes, wild and aching, met mine. He leaned in, kissed me softly… then bit.
Slow and deliberate, his fangs pierced the base of my neck, and I gasped as the heat of his Vampiric Essence surged into me—claiming, sealing, binding.
“MINE,” he growled, possessive and primal, licking over the bruise he’d created. His kisses turned frantic, as if trying to bury himself deeper inside my skin.