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"Only some of us possess that ability. You saw my form already." His fangs grazed the tender flesh, sending an exhilarating reminder of how good it felt when it bit me.

"And what about… sleeping, or going to the bathroom?"

"Neither is necessary for our kind."

"Interesting," I mused, my mind racing as I tried to process this new information. "And the vampire hierarchy… How does that work?"

He sighed, clearly growing impatient. "There is one vampire, or a master, who sires all others in his line and to whom they swear fealty. They are bound to their sire, unable to betray them without severe consequences. Rarely is one accepted into their line who wasn't sired by the master. Those in the line are only allowed to sire with the express permission of the master."

"Okay, final question," I said, my heart pounding. "Can vampires procreate?"

Kael hesitated, and it felt as if every muscle in his body tensed. "No," he finally answered. "Vampires cannot procreate."

"Right," I swallowed hard, trying to steady my nerves. "But what if there was a way they could? Would it be enough for a loyal vampire to turn against their sire?"

"Impossible," he scoffed, brushing off my question. "It's just a wishful fantasy."

"Entertain the idea, Kael," I insisted. "If it were possible, what would happen?"

He paused, considering my words, then reluctantly admitted, "If a vampire could find a way to procreate, there would be a war."

A shiver ran down my spine as I absorbed his words. If I was right, if my suspicions were true, then we were on the precipice of something monumental and terrifying.

CHAPTER 8

KAEL

As she attempted to shift her position again. I clamped a hand around her wrist with an iron-like grip. "Don't move," I commanded, the growl rumbling deep within my throat betraying a primal urgency that brooked no argument.

The notion that a vampire could sire offspring with a human had never been more than a myth to me, but now, with my cock and seed buried deep in her, the possibility clawed at my mind with insistence. If there was truth in it… if I could indeed continue my lineage with her in a way that was unheard of for a vampire… I needed to know immediately. My mind raced with the resolve that if this chance existed, I would take her, again and again, until there was no doubt left of her carrying my progeny.

"Tell me everything," I demanded, my voice a low snarl as I leaned over her. I'd rolled her almost all the way onto her stomach and pushed one of her knees up until she was pinned to the bed and my cock had unrestrained access to her cunt. I held her there, pinned with both my body weight and my strength.

Her eyes were wide with fear and intrigue as she looked at me from over her shoulder, meeting mine as she audibly swallowed. "Based on what has happened, I think it was Lucien who had me followed, not you." Her voice held a tremor, but the certainty behind her words didn't waver.

The sound that escaped me then was deeper, more guttural… A warning from the darkest corner of my being. "I had no knowledge of your existence before you trespassed into my club," I admitted through gritted teeth. The taste of anger soured my mouth as she dared to utter his name. No more. She would say no one else's name but mine.

She shifted slightly, a brave yet foolish test of my restraint. "That's what I thought," she said, her tone laced with a mix of sarcasm and relief. "Your reaction when I appeared... You seemed more confused and annoyed than pleased by my arrival."

"Keep talking," I ordered. "I already suspected Lucien was the one who gave you the tip that led you to my club that night."

"If you think about it, what is the one reason he would lead me to you just long enough for you to scent me, become obsessed, then try to steal me away. There has to be something he wants about me that he wants to steal from you. You're both blood slavers, so there's not much I could offer. If it was just about blood, he would have just taken me on any of the nights I was out and investigating."

I remained silent as I attempted to come to the same conclusion she seemed to have already reached, but it remained elusive.

"Are you telling me there's nothing in vampire lore or history that lends itself to vampire reproduction?"

"There are old legends, nothing more." Right? They couldn't be more than hopeful rumors… could they?

The weight of her words settled around us, a heavy shroud that neither of us could easily cast aside.

"Or," she hesitated, then pressed on with renewed fervor, "my blood type is linked to humans who can... procreate with vampires."

I snatched my cell phone from the nightstand, my fingers flew across the screen of my phone. A silent message sent to a trusted confidant who dabbled in the esoteric knowledge of our species. Maeve. Even though she was a witch, she was proficient in the lore of most supernatural and paranormal creatures.

The response came swift, chilling in its brevity: 'Possible, but nearly impossible. The only time vampires can procreate is with humans with an extremely rare blood mutation. One so rare, none have been found in over a millennium.

"Think about it. If my blood is such a commodity," she murmured, unfazed by the gravity of the situation or my reaction, "I can see a vampire turning on their sire for it… which means I'm the perfect bait for you to capture him. We'd be giving him what he wants, what he was planning to take, anyway. I don't think he would be able to resist, even if he knew it was a trap."

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