Page 3 of Stolen By the Vampire

She flinched—just slightly, as though she caught herself in the act.

So she had enough sense to be afraid.

Good.

“You attacked me.”

“I did.”

Afraid though she may be, she was no coward. Her eyes promised she would do it again, given half a chance.

That just wouldn’t do.

“You won’t attempt to stab me again.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but he hadn’t simply made the declaration to hear himself speak. No, his vampire powers stirred, enthralling her with his gaze. No witch could resist the compulsion.

“Just kill me then, if that’s what you’re going to do,” she snarled.

How quickly she asked for death.

But that would never come. Not from his hand. Not from anyone’s.

If anyone ever tries to take her from me, they’ll die bloody.

“I have no plans to kill you,” he rasped.

She frowned, and for a moment, stopped struggling against him.

“Then you’ll let me go after all?”

He chuckled. The idea was ludicrous.

“Not a chance, you violent witch. I plan to keep you.”

How her eyes flashed with anger! Her scent thickened around him, like juniper and mayberries. Delectable. He wanted to taste her—by every meaning of the word. As a man. As a vampire.

“Absolutely not,” she said.

That drew out a low chuckle from Silas’s throat. As if she had a choice. “For every drop of blood you’ve made me spill, I’ll draw blood from your neck.”

Her pulse point flickered, beckoning him. But he held his female’s gaze, drinking in her reaction to his words.

“I refuse,” she snapped.

He smirked. “You don’t make the rules here, witch.” He glanced down at his chest. “Three drops of blood. Three times, I’ll take from your vein.” A pause. “Or more, if you ask very nicely.”

Her jaw fell open at his arrogance. But it wasn’t really arrogance, not when Silas was confident he would make her crave his bite in time. He’d make her crave every single part of him.

Before she could argue, his restraint snapped. He couldn’t resist the siren call of her neck anymore. He bent her head aside, gently, without releasing her hands.

And then he bit her.

Chapter Three

Esmae didn’t have time to react before the vampire attacked her.

Only… it didn’t feel like any attack she’d ever faced before.

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