His Fangs, Her Bare Throat: A Rough Vampire Blood Bond Romance

I have needed nobody since I was old enough to say so. Simon and I guard a ward between us. That was the entire arrangement.

He has kept two centuries of distance and never let one thing across it. Last month I stopped pretending. I pulled my collar down in front of him and stood there. Take it, I said. He did, unhurried, until my knees gave out. He caught me. Then he put me against the wall and finished what the drinking started. I felt him in my blood for four days.

That is the shame of it. Not the vein. That I leave my throat bare in his house now, and we both know why. He watches the pulse in it and I forget the ward.

The blood moon is up and he wants all of it. My throat bared as long as he wants. His fangs in me while he has me. The bond sealed through blood and body at once, permanent. The rival is watching for exactly this crack in us, the ward has nobody else, and my collar is already open. He has held himself intact alone for centuries. Do I let him drink? Do I keep what is mine and send him back into that dark?

A full-length vampire blood bond and dominance erotic novel featuring a fiercely independent woman and the ancient who drinks from her.

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E-bog: 28. august 2026