Fed up with feeding candy to zombie fairy princesses, Celeste takes a stroll in the local graveyard. Under the full moon, her hidden power calls to Tristan. Once in his arms, Celeste realizes he is not what he seems to be.
Tristan has been running from himself and from his past. With Celeste he is forced to face his dark desires. If he doesn’t, the past will come back to haunt him, and he could lose his new found love to an evil he hasn’t confronted in ages.
Will they survive his past? Or together will they discover their true destinies?
“Why? You didn’t stop last time.” I kissed him again, nipping at his neck. The T-shirt fit him a little too snugly, like a second skin. I dragged my nails over the back of it.
He pulled me away from him after a moment. He didn’t want me to stop. The expanding bulge in his jeans told me that along with the mixed emotions on his face and the lust in his eyes. “You’re still recovering from the other night and if we do, it would mean—” He looked away.
My hand rubbed his cock which pressed against the denim. His eyes fluttered closed, and he had to bite his lip to hold in a moan. His fingers crushed my bandaged wrist, and I didn’t cry out. The more I touched him or he touched me the more intoxicating I became for him. My body was alive with him there. My nipples were hard just thinking about what would happen between us. God, I wanted him.
“What would it mean?” I whispered against his ear.
He snarled then bared his lengthening fangs. He kissed me hard, and his incisors cut my tongue. A drop of blood fell onto his tongue. He deepened his kiss and thrust his tongue into my mouth. Tristan’s free hand wrapped in my hair, and he yanked my head back. He didn’t wait to see my expression of ecstasy as he licked my neck and bit down hard. I waited for the sucking to start and him to draw my life into him, but he didn’t. He purred low in his throat and nipped my ear.
“It would mean you lose your humanity, and I damn my soul even more.”