But can beautiful Myst the Coveted accept an enemy vampire as her own? Tehya has spent the last twelve years as an accidental wolf, but is truly a vampire at heart. She is willing to do whatever proves necessary to save her sister from the seductive and deadly Alien Investigation and Removal agent, Dallas Gutierrez, even bond her life to his…effectively wedding him. But without consummation, the bond will fade.
Can Dallas resist his insatiable desire for the powerful beauty? Or will she lead to his ultimate downfall? Competition will drive him. But power has its price. It is the morning of the reaping that will kick off the tenth annual Hunger Games. In the Capitol, eighteen-year-old Coriolanus Snow is preparing for his one shot at glory as a mentor in the Games.
But when his need for her reaches a feverpitch, will the proud huntress dare surrender to his uncontrollable desires? He's disoriented and full of hatred, and yet he finds the mate he's been longing for for years in a small, delicate vampire.
A night of debauchery. Prince Mirceo Daciano and his new friend, Caspion the Tracker, comb the streets of Dacia, drunkenly seeking out pleasures of the flesh. In what should have been a typical night, they coax a bevy of nymphs to bed.
To impress their females, the demon and the vampire kiss on a dare. Changes them forever. Once they finally break away from their soul-searing kiss, they find themselves alone—and shaken.
Had they imagined their explosive chemistry? Obstacles—ranging from a death sentence to exile in a war-torn dimension—threaten to destroy their lives. How long can they resist the fire that blazes between them? Even if Mirceo accepts Caspion as his fated mate, the seductive vampire still must convince the stubborn demon that their bond is forever.
And any royal Dacian union must receive the blessing of King Lothaire, an unpredictable and savage killer. He knows its two ends are embedded at least three feet down. His strength is waning, but nothing will stop him when she's so close. In a rush of rock and dust, the metal comes loose, the recoil making him fling it across the cavernous space.
He yanks at the bond wrapped tight around his thigh. He wrests it and the one at his ankle free, then begins on the last two holding his other leg. Already envisioning his escape, not even glancing down, he pulls.
Brows drawn in confusion, he tries again. Straining, groaning with desperation. He pitilessly regards his trapped leg. Imagining how he can bury himself in her and forget the pain, he reaches above his knee with shaking hands. Yearning for that oblivion within her, he attempts to crack the bone. His weakness ensures that this takes half a dozen tries. His claws slice his skin and muscle, but the nerve running the length of his femur is taut as a piano wire.
When he even nears it, unimaginable pain stabs up its length and explodes in his upper body, making his vision go black. Too weak. Bleeding too freely. The fire will build again soon. The vampires return periodically. Will he lose her just when he's found her?
He surrenders himself to the beast inside him, the beast that will take its freedom with its teeth, drink water from the gutters, and scavenge refuse to survive. He sees the frenzied amputation as though watching a misery from a distance. Crawling from his torture, abandoning his leg, he pulls himself through the shadows of the dank catacombs until he spies a passageway.
Ever watchful for his enemies, he creeps through the bones littering the floor to reach it. He regrets the pain he will give her. She will be so connected to him, she'll feel his suffering and horror as her own. It can't be helped.
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