f**k!
Vicker flung the bedside lamp across the room. He clenched his hands into fists, fighting the insidious need to go out there and snatch her from that corner. Did she think she was safe from him? Cowering in that corner like some innocent female, when she was a treacherous b***h who allowed the elders to use her. Vicker gritted his teeth as another bout of anger went through him. He couldn’t believe he fed from her when he held off for hours. What the f**k made him give in so easily? He didn’t even think about it. It was like he couldn’t help himself.
Vicker licked his fangs, chasing the taste of her blood. It tasted delicious. Nothing he’d ever tasted before. And he wanted more…so much more. He roared, hating that idea. He shouldn’t crave her blood. He should be ripping her from
