Dark Hunger; His To Keep

“You’re trembling.” His fangs grazed my skin, sending a violent shudder down my spine. “Are you afraid, sweet boy?”
I was. But I was also something worse.
Addicted.
His tongue flicked over my pulse, and I gasped, arching into him as pleasure and fear tangled inside me.
Lucien chuckled, dark and sinful. “Oh, Elias,” he purred, “you’ll beg me for more before the night is over.”
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I was never supposed to be here.
One moment, I was just a human trying to survive with my little brother. The next, I was trapped in the clutches of Lucien Vatore, the Vampire King—ruthless, possessive, and insatiable.
He claims my blood is golden, the key to his survival. But I see the way he looks at me—like he craves more than just my veins. His touch is fire and ice, his whispers a deadly promise.
I should run. I should fight.
But when his lips graze my throat, when his hands pin me down, I realize something terrifying—
I don’t want to escape.
And Lucien will never let me go.