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He may be a rake and a wastrel of the first order, but Gideon Blake would fall on a sword for me, as I would for him. (Although only if the sword is made by a master smith. I don’t eviscerate myself on inferior craftsmanship.)
I want her so badly that I might have to stake myself through the heart just to keep her safe from me.
I cannot sleep. Usually, when I close the lid of my coffin, I am dead to the world. (That’s my little joke, since I am always dead to the world.)
Yes, ask me, beg me, whisper my name like an incantation.
If you knew the things I would do to you now in that chair, if only you would ask
I also need to remain seated, so that I can hide my arousal in the folds of my shirt.
Sweet Winnie, if you knew about my intentions for your body right now
her. But then she places her hands over mine, and I’m back to fantasies so monstrous that she’d personally light my funeral pyre if she could see them.
want you. I want your name on my lips again as I drive you wild. I want to taste you. All of you. I want to make you mine.
“You are enough, Alaric. You can’t hide away here forever. You’re too special. You deserve a life outside of Black Crag. No matter how high you build those castle walls, someone will always get in and knock them down.”
Her fingers are so soft in mine, so fragile. I’m not the one who is vulnerable right now. Her blood pulses at her throat, and I’m so hungry, so feral for her that I drive my fangs into my lip so I don’t do something monstrous.
“I don’t text,”
“I do not enjoy writing with my thumbs.”
you can send me a strongly-worded letter written with parchment and quill. Better?” The only thing better will be sating my hunger with your lips … “Much.”
I don’t know how much more I can take of Alaric’s storm-filled eyes before I wear out my favourite toy.
“Do you get a two-for-one Sunday roast at the pub if you’ve offed someone?
I want you to stop wriggling your derrière against me unless you want me to bury myself in it.
“Please, stay with me.”
I am gone, and I can no longer hold myself back from doing what I’ve dreamed about since the moment I first saw her in that pub. I rock forward, pressing myself against her as my lips meet hers.
I had no idea how sweet the forbidden could taste.
The edge of danger only makes me pull her
I will find who hurt her and I will devour them.
may be a monster, but if she would be mine, I would be her monster—
“Bloodsucker or no, that man should be cleaning out your cobwebs with his womb broom.”
“I’d entangle lower beards with Alaric—”
You find peace in creating order from chaos.”
“She will give it up if I ask her,” Alaric says firmly. “With my sword.” “That’s probably not a good idea—”
I’d be able to think more clearly if he wasn’t glaring out at the world like he’d burn it all down for me.
“I’m afraid my armour is rather dulled from lack of use, but if you ask it, I shall don my suit and duel that fiend Patrick.
“I did not run from our kiss because I don’t want you, Winnie. I ran because you’re everything I’ve dreamed of.”
It is torture to work so closely with you, to sit beside the fire with you, when the things I long to do to your body are anything but chaste.”
“But before I tell you this truth, I want to taste you again. I want to remember what I lost.”
I have lain awake dreaming of you, of the things I want to do to you. But I won’t lay with you while there is a secret between us.” I exhale half a laugh.
I suppose when you find out that your employer is a vampire, you should make like an angry goose and get the flock out of town.
when their neck is literally on the line.”
“Do you want me to leave?” “I want you to stay. Forever.”
“If I propose this ludicrous idea and she refuses, I may have to kill her.
“Winnie, from the moment I smelt you in the pub, you have possessed me utterly. I am already yours.”
The only time this is not weird is when its said by a vampire
“Are you telling me that if I talk about the benefits of clear storage containers over opaque, I will finally see what you’ve been hiding under your blouse?” His hands skim the hem of my shirt.
I make quick work of unbuttoning his pants and unsheathing his cock. Um, excuse me, how is this thing real?
shut. “Lord Valerian, it is an injustice that you’ve been hiding this away in a draughty old castle,”
“The women of Argleton should have been worshipping this.”
“Worship me,” I manage to breathe. “Good girl,” he growls
“Okay. Hold all your filthy thoughts, my lord.”
“Now you are mine,” he whispers, his voice tight with hunger and everything he’s held back.
“You’re a vampire who’s lived for over five hundred years. There’s nothing in that book you haven’t done before.” “That’s not true. Page sixty-four was most enlightening.”
“I’ve got you, Winnie,” I whispered. “I won’t let anything hurt you, not even in your dreams.”
Loving her will destroy me utterly. But I am more than ready to be ruined.
“Why did you suddenly need to swing a sword around?” “I’m training,” he says seriously. “For the next time I meet Patrick.”
Why does that make my knees weak? “Maybe don’t kill him,” I suggest. “Just maim him a little.
