Craving in His Blood (Brides of the Kylorr, #2)

by Zoey Draven

Then there were his eyes. Hard and glinting, his eyes reminded me of a winter sea: harsh, brutal, merciless. A sapphire sea I could drown in. Kythel of House Kaalium. High Lord of Erzos.

She was ugly and beguiling, a study of strange proportions and even stranger beauty. And she smelled divine. Though I’d just had my fill, I wanted to feed from her. I wanted to taste her blood, sweet and lush like sin. I wanted her now.

“Kylorr can be highly possessive over the things we covet,” she told me. Her tone sounded distant as she said, “And he certainly covets you.”

“I can’t seem to stay away from you,” came Kythel’s quiet confession. Tingles ran down my arms. “It’s quite infuriating. I’m at a loss of what to do about it.”

“My little fallen star,” he rasped against my lips as my hands reached up to clutch his shoulders. “The universe dealt you a tragedy, but you didn’t let it break you. You fell hard on Krynn, dusted yourself off, and then you smiled as you moved forward. That’s what I admire.”

“Take what you want from me, sasiral,” I commanded. “Take what you so desperately want, my needy little mate.”

“What I didn’t tell you was that I call you my fallen star because you landed right in my hands,” I said, my tone gruff, filled with longing. Her lips parted. “A gift from the universe—a beautiful, bright treasure, unlike anything I’d ever known before. You landed on Krynn, and against all odds, we found one another.”

“I like this change in you,” he commented casually. “What change?” I asked, narrowing my gaze on him. “She makes you more bloodthirsty. It suits you.”