Prologue
Tyroz prowled the club, thick with arousal and packed full of vampires wanting to feed and have sex. As he walked through the throng of dancers, they parted—some whispering, others bowing respectfully.
Tyroz ignored them all, his eyes on one creature—a beautiful woman dancing seductively by herself, teasing those around her as she moved. White dreadlocks hung down her back and her pale skin made the blue, yellow, green and pink tattoo stand out brightly against the lights that flashed onto her. Dressed only in a tiny dress which showed off her smooth legs that promised pleasure to anyone they wrapped around.
As Tyroz neared, the beautiful woman opened her eyes and raised her pencil-thin eyebrows when her gaze travelled across his body with interest.
Ignoring everyone around them, Tyroz pulled the woman close to him and continued the dance she had seduced him with in the first place. With a hand on her hip, and another on her lower back, Tyroz swung his hips in tune with hers, almost growling when she pressed herself tightly against him.
The woman turned her beautiful brown eyes up to meet his and she smiled widely, flashing her fangs. “Master Tyroz, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” the woman purred, rubbing her body against his again.
Tyroz growled, pulling her closer. He wanted to capture her lips and leave her breathless. “What’s your name?”
“Alara Wright,” she replied, running a finger down his chest before meeting his eyes again. “What brings you here?”
“Hunting,” he growled, gripping her hips tight and rubbing himself against her.
“Mmm.” Alara closed her eyes and tilted her head back on her shoulders, still moving in sync with Tyroz’s movements.
He bent his head to her neck and ran his lips along her soft skin, smiling when he heard her let out a breathless moan. She was tiny compared to him—his muscled form overshadowing her slim and petite figure. He held her gently, almost afraid that she would break under his touch.
Alara grinned, and the peak of her fangs made pleasure shoot through Tyroz. She ran her hand up his chest and tip-toed to put her lips close to his. “Be as rough with me as you like. I don’t break as easily as people think,” she whispered seductively.
Tyroz growled and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist. Moving fast, he ran out of the club’s main room and into a private room within the basements. As soon as the doors closed, the music above was cut off. Tyroz backed Alara against the wall and kissed her. She responded instantly, moving her lips against his and pulling him closer to her.
Growling, Tyroz ripped open the front of her dress, exposing her breasts to his touch. He cupped them, pushing them together and bent his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Her skin tightened under his tongue and when she moaned, he growled again. He slipped a hand down her panties and in between her slick folds. She gasped and he turned her around, pressing himself against her to hold her up. He turned her face and kissed her, twisting her hair around his left hand and pushing against her.
She moaned and pushed herself against him. He ran his right hand down her neck and over her breast, causing her to tremble. He played with them gently with one hand while his other hand pulled off her ruined dress and ripped away her panties, making her moan into his mouth,
When he started to kiss down her neck, tasting her, she arched as he went lower, kissing her shoulder and down her back, keeping his hands on her thighs when he opened them. He slipped two fingers into her slick folds and watched as she coated his fingers when he pulled them out slowly.
A growl left her, making Tyroz smile and kiss the smooth mounds of her ass. He started to move his fingers fast, making her arch more until she shook. Although he wanted to spend time touching and kissing every inch of her body, Tyroz stood and released himself before
Tyroz prowled the club, thick with arousal and packed full of vampires wanting to feed and have sex. As he walked through the throng of dancers, they parted—some whispering, others bowing respectfully.
Tyroz ignored them all, his eyes on one creature—a beautiful woman dancing seductively by herself, teasing those around her as she moved. White dreadlocks hung down her back and her pale skin made the blue, yellow, green and pink tattoo stand out brightly against the lights that flashed onto her. Dressed only in a tiny dress which showed off her smooth legs that promised pleasure to anyone they wrapped around.
As Tyroz neared, the beautiful woman opened her eyes and raised her pencil-thin eyebrows when her gaze travelled across his body with interest.
Ignoring everyone around them, Tyroz pulled the woman close to him and continued the dance she had seduced him with in the first place. With a hand on her hip, and another on her lower back, Tyroz swung his hips in tune with hers, almost growling when she pressed herself tightly against him.
The woman turned her beautiful brown eyes up to meet his and she smiled widely, flashing her fangs. “Master Tyroz, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” the woman purred, rubbing her body against his again.
Tyroz growled, pulling her closer. He wanted to capture her lips and leave her breathless. “What’s your name?”
“Alara Wright,” she replied, running a finger down his chest before meeting his eyes again. “What brings you here?”
“Hunting,” he growled, gripping her hips tight and rubbing himself against her.
“Mmm.” Alara closed her eyes and tilted her head back on her shoulders, still moving in sync with Tyroz’s movements.
He bent his head to her neck and ran his lips along her soft skin, smiling when he heard her let out a breathless moan. She was tiny compared to him—his muscled form overshadowing her slim and petite figure. He held her gently, almost afraid that she would break under his touch.
Alara grinned, and the peak of her fangs made pleasure shoot through Tyroz. She ran her hand up his chest and tip-toed to put her lips close to his. “Be as rough with me as you like. I don’t break as easily as people think,” she whispered seductively.
Tyroz growled and lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist. Moving fast, he ran out of the club’s main room and into a private room within the basements. As soon as the doors closed, the music above was cut off. Tyroz backed Alara against the wall and kissed her. She responded instantly, moving her lips against his and pulling him closer to her.
Growling, Tyroz ripped open the front of her dress, exposing her breasts to his touch. He cupped them, pushing them together and bent his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Her skin tightened under his tongue and when she moaned, he growled again. He slipped a hand down her panties and in between her slick folds. She gasped and he turned her around, pressing himself against her to hold her up. He turned her face and kissed her, twisting her hair around his left hand and pushing against her.
She moaned and pushed herself against him. He ran his right hand down her neck and over her breast, causing her to tremble. He played with them gently with one hand while his other hand pulled off her ruined dress and ripped away her panties, making her moan into his mouth,
When he started to kiss down her neck, tasting her, she arched as he went lower, kissing her shoulder and down her back, keeping his hands on her thighs when he opened them. He slipped two fingers into her slick folds and watched as she coated his fingers when he pulled them out slowly.
A growl left her, making Tyroz smile and kiss the smooth mounds of her ass. He started to move his fingers fast, making her arch more until she shook. Although he wanted to spend time touching and kissing every inch of her body, Tyroz stood and released himself before
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