Second Rite (Filthy Rich Vampires #2)

by Geneva Lee

“Do you…regret it now?” he asked roughly, pain shadowing his eyes. “No,” I said without hesitation. “Because it’s you. I trust you. I meant that. I will never regret being your mate.” “Unless I tell you to jump off a cliff,” he said humorlessly. As soon as it was out of his mouth, he sprang between me and the door as if he might have triggered me to do so. “Nothing,” I told him. “I think it only works when you mean it.”

“I want to feast on you.” Shadows danced in his eyes. “Now, bring that pretty little ass up here and sit on my face before I have to take matters into my own hands.”