Romance

Vampire's Thrall

By Darksp33d

You were supposed to die in that alley. Instead, you woke in silk sheets with puncture wounds on your throat and a devastatingly beautiful monster watching you from the shadows. Lord Caelan Vyre saved your life—then claimed you as his. The arrangement is simple: you belong to him now. Your blood, your body, your presence at his side. In exchange, protection, luxury, and a place in a world of immortal predators who see humans as cattle at best. You're his thrall, his vessel, his... something he won't name. But the way he looks at you isn't how a predator looks at prey. The way he touches you—when he allows himself to touch you—trembles with restraint. And the way he tastes you, drawing your blood with aching slowness, leaves you both breathless in ways that have nothing to do with blood loss. You should want to escape. You should fear him. Instead, you're beginning to crave him—and that terrifies you both.

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