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.”

“You know what I meant, little one,” came his gravelly voice. “I did not mean how you physically came to be here. I want to know why you came here.”

Just like last night, I felt raw in the aftermath of that sapphire gaze.

“I don’t like to be controlled,” I told him. “They should know better.” Kaldur lowered his voice. “Because the human female is your kyrana?”

“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.”

Gods, how I wished she was mine. If only for a little while. I would cherish and savor her, like that rare fruit from the Kaazor, until she was gone. A fleeting, ephemeral, beautiful thing in my life until I couldn’t have her anymore.

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

I was falling in love with her. It was like another wiggling root inside me, growing stronger every day. But instead of invasive, it felt like an embrace. Comforting. Warm. All while knowing I would have to tear it out of me soon. Would I survive it?

Because I love you and I wanted to give you something that you will always remember, I thought silently.

“I want all the memories this life has to offer with you,” I told him. “And I know you said that this life isn’t for everyone, but I want you to know that I’m not scared. With you at my side, I’m not scared of anything anymore, except maybe losing you. So yes. My answer is and will always be…yes.”

“Vaan,” he cursed softly. “I love you, Millie Seren. My little fallen star, my gift from the universe. What did I ever do to deserve you?”

The stars were still falling outside, and the moon winds were howling, beckoning. Yet I didn’t want to be anywhere else but right here.