Dark Fae (Ruthless Boys of the Zodiac, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

But I wasn’t in the mood to be used in a pissing contest for some gang war I gave zero shits about. He wanted to know ‘or what’? Okay then dipshit, you asked for it. I shot into motion with my Vampire speed, catching his chin in my hand and forcing it aside half a second before my fangs found his neck. His palm splayed across my stomach, ready to cast magic to fight me off if I’d taken a moment longer, but I wasn’t a fool. And the second my venom met with his blood, the fight was won. My power immobilised his magic and his limbs lost their strength as he fell under my spell. This was the true strength of Vampires. Once our venom was in the blood of our prey, no matter how powerful a Fae they were, they were beat. I pressed my fangs deeper and his blood spilled over my tongue like the sweetest taste of heaven. I groaned, drunk on the lusty energy coursing through my body and the elixir of blood and magic I was sampling now. I’d drunk from powerful Fae before but fuck Dante Oscura tasted good. His magic poured into me like a tempestuous storm, filling my reserves in a way that made the hairs raise along the back of my neck and my toes curl with wanton desire. He tasted like thunder and freedom, rage and uncertainty and the brush of his skin against my lips awoke a shudder of pleasure which splashed down my spine.