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he said, stepping closer to her. Anne hissed, pushing him aside. "Save your explanations for fools." She walked past him, heading outside, her hand covering her injury. Alexander took a deep sigh, following her with his hands stuck in his pockets. An empty look crossed his face as he knew he had lied to Anne. Being a vampire made it impossible for him to resist blood, especially at the sight of it. Although he drank from cups rather than directly from humans, the sight of Anne's blood darkened his eyes, and his craving intensified beyond his control. He had no choice but to flee the classroom before anyone noticed what was happening to him.

"Oh my gosh. She never came back." "What?" Erling leaned forward. "Who was this?" "The old lady who stole a bottle of Chocolood. She left with a guard to go the restroom and never came back." "Och, this is bad." Erling stood and removed a cell phone from his sporran. "Perhaps she was ill and went home," Elizabeth suggested. Aya doubted that. "Can vampires even get sick?" "Yes, if they drink infected blood." Elizabeth stabbed at her salad with a fork. "And the new Fusion Cuisine doesn't set well with all of them."

"Just read the damn vampire novel. This will tell you what real vampires are like, not that girly romance fluff you usually read." "But I like my girly romance fluff," I replied attempting to deflect her judgment of me. "Well, today, you don't care. Today read about vampires sucking blood. Anne Rice might change your mind about vampires. Just read the book and get your tan." I begin the book, and after ten pages of reading, I am hooked. Bri's right I needed to learn about vampires. Mr. Darcy will have to wait for me to heal. The beach is quiet, and my sunburn is setting in. I'm used to my shoulders becoming red like tomatoes this time of year. Brianna sprays my shoulders with sun lotion. I h

he said in a tone that reeked of amusement. “He’s not inadequate. He’s also not former!” I cried out. “No, my love. There is a code … a law if you will… amongst vampires. Impregnating a mortal is as good as marrying them. He may have been your lover, but he is no more. You belong to me, my beauty,” he replied in a firm, yet sultry tone. “What? What are you… What?” I stammered. My mind was reeling. “No! You can’t… no… I… we love each other.”

It was because time decided to slow down the second time I twirled her, giving my body time to overtake my mind once again and decide that I was going to dip her. It was because of how she gracefully hooked her hands behind my neck, like she was the master of an art that she had never tried before. And that smile. That damn smile she gave me. That damn perfect smile. That's where I lost it. I let out a deep sigh, turning the water down to its coolest temperature. I've been on this earth for over four centuries and never have I once felt something like that in regards to someone else. Vampires are greedy creatures. We see something that we want and we take it. That's just how we work.

I watched in amusement as she walked away, sighting her fake butt job. "What did she mean by specialty?", I asked, all my senses attuned to where Vanir's hand rested on my thigh, his fingers tracing circles on the exposed skin as I tried to regather my wits. "Vampires come here to seek a sexual high by feeding", Vanir said and I gasped, definitely from his words and not the fact that a finger of his just brushed my nipple. "Humans volunteer for that", Vanir added. "Why would one do that?", I asked, my mind heady as his chocolate scent wrapped around me, intoxicating me as I squirmed on his lap.

Her green, cat-like eyes full of fire fuelled by a pain that he had not yet deciphered. For a vampire, sometimes days could feel more like weeks but when one discovered love, they knew instantly. There was never any hesitation or confusion, it was always straightforward. Getting the person off their mind was impossible, and there was never anyone else who could replace them should they ever leave. A vampire's love was much like their life; eternal and undying. No other feeling could compare. Not anger, not hurt, not even thirst.

I was actually enjoying it. She said she was only focused on the romance genre, but she loved to explore different sub-genres of it. The one I was currently reading was a medieval fantasy romance, featuring vampires, faeries, witches and werewolves. From the way it was going, I could tell that more creatures would be introduced, and I could not wait to find out. She seemed to have a fascination with the supernatural. I have imagined her reactions so many times when she will find out that werewolves actually existed, and everything I have been telling her was true.

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.