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How he thought I was delicious after he had a taste of my blood. But wait, I had sparks where ever he touched me and his scent nearly drove me mad. But it can’t be, werewolves and vampires don’t get mated. We can’t stand each other, we are sworn enemies. It has been that way for as long as our history books reach back in time.

For freaking real. "Then, watch me," I gave him one more hard glare before turning the other way. Matteo caught me, Swinging me around to face him. I gasped, taken aback by his guts. The fucking guts he had. I watched as his eyes stayed on my lips. No way I was gonna kiss. No way, and I meant it this time. This was no human I was dealing with. This was an animal. A wolf. A lower fucking animal. But that knowledge only made me more hesitant in accepting the truth. How could a guy...his could someone with such nice blue eyes—eyes like an Angel's—be a wolf? How could a guy with the coldest, yet sexisest stare be a wolf. How…? How did that all add up? I knew how mesmerized I used to be, how my

Slipping on some shorts and a tank top, I grab my notebook and a pen and headed over to the window, deciding to write to my mother again, ‘Hey Mom, it’s my eighteenth birthday. One more year and then I’ll find my mate, but I’m not sure how that will work because I’m engaged; I’m engaged to the vampire prince… Everyone tells me that the match is mandatory, but what am I supposed to do? What will my mate think of me being with a vampire?’ I sighed and looked at the diamond, ‘At least he has good taste in jewelry. The ring is gorgeous.’ I doodled a picture of the ring in great detail, ‘Anyways, it’s late, I’m going to go to bed, I love you, Mom and I miss you.’ After I closed the notebook, I cr

he added, the sweetest smile on his face. But Cyrille was taken aback when the man’s fangs protruded from his mouth, as if in a vampire film, and she became even more terrified. “Now, let me taste you once more, my love...” Cyrille awoke sweating profusely, trying to catch her breath. She can’t believe what she’s been dreaming about. She enjoys everything about vampires, but that was the only time she was scared. “Wait, what was that? Why did I have such a random dream?” She kept asking herself, unable to believe what had happened to her. She felt as if she were in a bureaucratic nightmare that she would never be able to escape, no matter how way too obsessed she is with vampires.

She pushed me back down and proceed to complete the task of massaging the ointment in me from head to toe. “If you’d relax and enjoy the sensation you might just get through it,” she grumbled. “I had you primed prior to the ceremony. Let me do that again for you. It could save your life.” “Why don’t I believe you?” I asked. “I can’t imagine,” she replied. “I have only your interests at heart.” “You mean your interest,” I said with emphasis. She released a full bellied laugh. “You have me there,” she admitted. “If you learn only one thing about the nature of a true vampire, learn this... we are highly sexual. It matters not to the majority of us if our partner is male or female. We enjoy

Rice herself wrote several more books in what subsequently became known as the Vampire Chronicles, some of which were later adapted for film. The vampire as a misunderstood romantic hero picked up steam in the later part of the 20th century, particularly in the United States. In 1978 Chelsea Quinn Yarbro began publishing her series of Count Saint-Germain books, the main character of which is a vampire of moral character whose bite is an erotic experience. In many tales vampires are characterized as promiscuous, their appetite for human blood paralleling their sexual appetite. In 1991 Lori Herter published Obsession, one of the first vampire novels to be categorized as romance rather than sci

He draped his arms around the couch, putting one leg on another. He stared straight into the manager’s eyes that were facing the floor and fidgeting. “So how many human bodies were brought in yesterday?” He asked. Most of the blood processed in the blood bank are given to those vampires that stay among the humans so that they don’t attack the humans. And those back in the clan have some herbs they take when it has been long since they have taken human blood. “Ten.” The manager answered, his voice shaking.

Vlad raised an eyebrow as he caught the title: The Night That Devoured the Heart. A vampire romance written by a human in the nineteenth century. “Since when did you become a romantic?” Vlad asked, his tone dripping with irony. Lucian closed the book, stared at the cover for a moment, and let out a deep sigh. “I thought I was going to have to give you a good correction these days,” Vlad continued, crossing his arms. The ruby ring on his finger caught the faint firelight. “You seemed possessed. But it appears you’ve resolved your internal crisis on your own. You’re calmer. That tells me the human is no longer in immediate danger from you.”

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

It infuriates me. "I know what kind of guy you're really into. You like the bad boy type." His lips gently glazed on my neck making chills erupt all over my body. "The dominating ones who know how to make you feel good like that book I just read." His hands latched on to my legs pulling them and forcing them to wrap around his waist. He was now holding me against the wall while slowly sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. Small moans escaped from my mouth. "I can already tell that Ryan isn't the one who would give you all of that Maya." He started moving towards my bed and dropped me on it. Damon climbed on top of me and settled in between my legs. His lips found mine and a rough hungry