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The vampire’s face was emotionless as he unfroze and strode toward me with terrifying purpose.

I stumbled away from him, heading for the door with one last look cast toward the bleeding, human Sterling. “We can talk about it. If it will make you feel better.”

“I’ll feel better only when I’m buried balls deep inside you, Miss Baxter,” he said, his voice full of gravel and a smirk on his face.

“Now run. And remember. The first time we did this, it was a lesson. Now it’s a real mating hunt. And I have every intention of catching you and making youmine.”

Chapter nineteen

Curses and Forgotten Memories

Myheartslammedhardin my throat as I ran, its rhythm matching the beat of my feet as my bare soles slapped against wooden floorboards.

A predator was on my tail. When he caught me, he’d devour me. He’d feast on my body and soul and gorge himself on me, lapping up my tears, my blood,my cum.

I’d give him every last drop if he asked, but first, he’d have to catch me.

There was something insanely invigorating about the mating hunt. Nothing got the adrenaline pumping like being chased down by a dangerous vampire driven by the desire to claim me for his own. To capture me, throw me down, splay me open, and fill me to the brim...

Then he’d make the bite. And not just any bite.

The mating mark that would seal our bond as mates.

Making the bond with another vampire was a commitment that had the potential to last forever.

For a vampire, forever was a long time. So this shit was no joke.

The mating hunt was more than a sweaty, primitive ritual. It signified desire. The first time I’d done this with the eldest Knight prince, it had been a part of vampire princess lessons. This time, it was the real deal.

Sterling hunted me, intending to make me his. I wanted him to capture me so badly I could taste it. But I ran hard, intent on drawing this out so that by the time he caught me, the ravenous male would be feral for me.

“You’re going to have to run faster than that if you intend on making this difficult for me, Miss Baxter.” Sterling’s voice was smooth as silk, even though he’d been moving through the shadows behind me faster than humanly possible. Meanwhile, little ole half-blood me was already gasping for air, fighting for my fucking life, even in my monster form.

Sure, so Sterling was one of the most powerful non-magical vampires in existence with the amassed strength of a small country’s army and the speed of a commercial airliner, but I was the mage here. That had to count for something, right? I mean, I barely had the slightest fucking idea what I was doing. All I knew was with this dream spell my capabilities were linked directly with how in tune I was with my host.

The silver priest might as well have been performing the same magic on me, for the way he invaded every spare inch of my brain not taken up by my other guys.

I ran out of the room, through a dark and narrow hall, and made another turn, then another. Damn. This place was a labyrinth.

Passing room after room, running through dark corridors, I squeezed past monks as they quietly shuffled by, reminding myself that they were nothing but memories. They couldn’t see how naked I was. None of these people even had faces. They were blurred out where Sterling’s memory failed to recall the details.

As I ran deeper into Sterling’s memories, I encountered missing patches in the scenes, black holes where he couldn’t recall what had filled the space one thousand years ago. Sometimes entire corridors were blocked off, and I’d have to find a different route.

Veering down a new hallway, I turned into a room and found myself trapped. “Super,” I huffed beneath my breath.

After a quick scan of the room, my stomach fluttered when I found there wasn’t so much as a window to shimmy through. The only furnishings were a round wooden table in the center of the room, surrounded by a few chairs and a crucifix mounted on the wall.

“Caught you.”

Tearing my attention off the single Jesus wall decoration, I spun to find Sterling in the doorway. He hadn’t even broken a sweat chasing me through the maze of his mind, which was too bad. All my princes looked pretty damn good after a workout, especially Sterling. But maybe that was just because he never worked out.

Seeing as he was always perfectly shaven and the picture of composure, I’d kill to see him all greased up, dripping sweat and blood. And nothing was as deliciously obscene as the sight of his cock, oozing a bead of pre-cum.

The silver prince watched me intently from where he blocked my exit. He had his arms spread, slender fingers digging into the door frame. The vampire’s eyes were blood red and looked as smug as a wolf who’d chased a rabbit into a trap.

Suddenly, he was in the room, striding toward me at a pace that ate up the distance between us in seconds.

I scurried away, putting the table between us. His eyes narrowed into crimson slits while his beautiful lips pulled into the smallest of grins—shadows playing at the corners of his mouth.

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