He was making decisions he had never made before, Vicker thought, as he tried very hard not to look at the female in the other room. He didn’t care whether the females the elders sent to him ate or not. That was none of his business. They were there to feed him, not the other way around. His fangs ached at the thought of tasting her blood. He groaned as his hunger turned to a deep-seated need that caused his entire body to breakout in goosebumps. Vicker rubbed his arms, irritated with himself. He should have tasted her blood by now. Have this over and done with.
What was he waiting for? He asked himself. f**k, he didn’t know. There was just something about her that pulled him in and gripped him tight. He wanted to be close to her, but at the same time he didn’t, because he didn’t trust
