When Monsters Mate
Suddenly, I was slammed against a cracked pillar. A strong arm pinned me by the throat, not enough to choke me, just enough to let me know I could be.
And then I saw him.
Amber eyes. Fierce. Burning. Too wild to be fully human. Too focused to be feral. Face contorted in boredom.
The strange yet familiar man..
His body pressed against mine, tall, muscled, furious. I felt the tremble of his restraint as if the beast inside him was clawing to get out.
“Smells like blood,” he growled, breath hot against my skin. “Yours?”
I smiled despite myself, excitement seeping into my veins much to my annoyance.
“Disappointed it’s not?”
He didn’t blink. Just stared at me with that maddening, unreadable expression, as if I were a puzzle he already intended to break. I jerked my knee toward his groin, fast and vicious. But his reflexes were faster.
He caught my leg. Held it midair, balancing me with one hand as if I weighed nothing.
And for a heartbeat, we just… looked at each other.
His eyes weren’t just amber. They were gold. Like molten metal cracked open under pressure. He was beautiful in that brutal, savage way, the kind of man carved from war and grief, not born.
And I hated him for it.