Igniting Cinder (The Lost Girls, #3)

by Holly Roberds

She closes the space between us until her devastating scent wraps around me like a warm blanket. “Kai, I need you to bite me.” Her voice drops to a low, commanding tone. You’d never know right now that I’m the one with royal authority. Slender fingers skate up the back of my neck before her short nails scrape lightly against my scalp, pulling me to the crook of her neck. I inhale her deeply, my nose brushing along the soft pale skin of her neck again. Underneath me, she shudders. Oh fuck. I want it so bad. To sink my fangs into her, to let the blood that calls to me slide down my throat. I want to leave marks so that everyone knows she’s mine. Every time she looks at it or closes a dog collar over the raised scars my teeth left, she’d know I possess her body and soul. My hands curl around her impossibly tiny waist. So small, so fragile. So broken. But shattered into a hundred even more beautiful pieces I’d gladly cut myself on if I could hold them in my hand. I’m fully shaking now. The bloodlust, the need for her roars to the surface, demanding. Pierce her. Drink her. Mark her. Fuck her. So I do what I must. I drop the softest kiss where her neck meets her shoulder before I step away, forcing her to let me go. “No.” When I pull back, I see an expression that far exceeds the purple death. If she could incinerate me with her outrage, she would. In fact, I swear I almost smell something burning. “Why?” Her question is a blend of pure agony and hatred. I have to scare her off ...