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

by Zoey Draven

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.

“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.

“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.”

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

“I can’t say,” he said after a long moment, finally beginning to close the distance between us. My neck tilted back with every step he took so I could continue to look into his eyes. “What I can say is that I…I wish it could be different, Millie. I wish I could be anyone else but who I am. Because that’s the only way I could have had you.”