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Panic gnaws at the edges of my mind as I place her in the backseat and realize she’s unconscious. Her skin is pale, her lips cracked, and blood continues to ooze from the wound on her neck.

I know what needs to be done, but the consequences of this decision could cost me. But I have to help her. Selene may be a vampire, but she’s also a person—a person in need. My thoughts race as I grapple with the morality of my choices.

With a shaky hand, I draw my claw across my palm, tearing it open to reveal the crimson flow of blood.

Gently, I bring my hand to Selene’s mouth, willing her to drink, to find strength in my blood.

At first, there’s no response, no sign that she’s even aware of my presence. But then, ever so slowly, the color begins to return to her face, her breathing steadying as she instinctively begins to feed.

I watch her, awe and trepidation swirling in my chest as her lips part, her teeth sinking into my palm.

A wave of pleasure courses through me, unexpected and intoxicating, as I feel her drawing from me, taking what she needs to survive.

My cock grows hard in my pants as I feel a rush from the sudden blood loss.

I gently brush her hair back from her face and nuzzle against her head, offering what comfort I can in this moment of vulnerability.

Despite the circumstances, there’s a strange intimacy to this act, a connection forged in blood and need.

And as I feel the warmth of her breath against my skin, the steady rhythm of her feeding, I feel a stirring deep within me—a desire that goes beyond mere physical attraction, transcending the boundaries of species and morality.

Fuck!

I can’t let her die.

I can’t let anything happen to her.

She might have killed Mia and broken our treaties, but I could not let her die.

Never.

I am tempted to brush a thumb over her cheek to feel how soft she will be to the touch, but I stop myself.

For now, I push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand, on ensuring that Selene survives this ordeal.

Chapter 19

Selene

Iawaken to Liam’s intense gaze, and his eyes locked onto mine as he holds his bleeding palm to my lips. The scent of his blood overwhelms me, igniting a primal hunger deep within my core.

I can’t resist the urge to feed, to drink from him until the thirst is quenched.

“Shh, you’re okay,” he murmurs, his voice soothing despite the chaos raging inside me. His hand cradles my head gently, but all I can focus on is the rush of blood filling my mouth, the sweet taste of his essence on my tongue.

I lose myself in the frenzy of feeding, my instincts driving me to consume more and more of his blood. Liam’s groans of pleasure only fuel my hunger, pushing me to take more than I should.

But then, his tone shifts, a note of command in his voice as he urges me to stop. “That’s enough,” he insists, as he wraps his hand in my hair, pulling me away from him.

“No,” I protest weakly, my body trembling with the need for more. I don’t understand how I ended up straddling him, how I lost control so completely. The thirst consumes me, clouding my thoughts and driving me to seek more of his blood.

But Liam is firm, tugging at my hair and forcing me to look into his molten eyes. The pressure at the base of my skull makes my center throb.

“I said that is enough, Selene,” he commands.

My eyes trail from his lips to his eyes to the way his heart is beating fast.

I can also feel him hardening between us, pressing against my center.

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