- Lucien Draven:
Yes. I can taste him mixed with Elara.
I don't know what I was thinking.
All I could think of when I saw them kissing was wanting to kiss her, wanting to feel her against me, to remind myself that she was here, warm and alive and reaching for me. But when my lips met hers, when my tongue slipped between her lips, I could taste him there too.
Ronan.
And Elara.
The mixed of their taste is making me addicted from the first kiss.
I could taste him in her mouth, faint but undeniable. The lingering heat of their kiss. The way their breaths had tangled just moments before mine.
And I didn't stop.
I should have. I should have been disgusted. I should have recoiled from it, should have hated it. He hates me, after all. He's a vampire hunter, bred to kill my kind. I've spent my whole life being hunted by men like him just like I was hunted by my Father.
And yet—
The taste of him mixed with Elara sent a sharp pulse of heat through my blood.
