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“Bandages won’t help,” he whispered, his body shaking.

“Is it the venom?”

“No, it’s just deep. Lost too much blood. I need…food.” There was a pause as he said it, and he looked at her. She frowned.

“Food? What can I give you?”

He shook his head. “I can’t take from you.”

And then he passed out. She looked down at him, her hands shaking. Fangs. Venom. Biting. The fact that he wouldn’t take from her.

He wasn’t supposed to exist, a true immortal didn’t exist.

But this man, this Misha, had to be avampire.

The one paranormal the elderssworedidn’t exist.

As she looked at him, her body shaking as the tug within her that wanted to save him as her mate desperately tried to retain its hold, she knew she had to help.

“I hope I’m doing this right,” she said as she put her cut arm closer to Misha’s face. “Drink,” she whispered.

She parted his lips for him, letting the blood drip into his open mouth. It seemed to trigger him.

Fangs dug into her arm, and she gasped, the pain intense before it turned to pleasure that almost made her legs shake.

He bit down, sucking, pulling her life force from her. His arms clamped around her, bringing her closer. Her whole body shook as pain and pleasure wrapped around each other as he fed.

Fed. Because he was a vampire.

And, apparently, he was her mate.

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Misha felt as if he were in a dream, his cock hard, blood sliding down his throat. It tasted of honey, a sweet elixir that was going to send him right over the edge. He tugged more, loving the shocked moan and gasp of his partner beside him. He licked, sucked, imagined plunging his cock deep into her wet pussy as he bit down on her neck, her arm. Nibbled and took.

Blood was his energy, his life force, his intoxication.

He thrust his hips, pressing against the woman, wanting more as he ground against her as if he were a rutting animal. And he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was fuck her, take her blood, and bring them both ecstasy. And then a hand pressed against his shoulder, pushing at him.

“Misha, it’s too much. I need you to stop.”

Dread slid over him and wrapped around his body like an iron fist. He froze, his fangs still deeply embedded in the woman’s arm. He recognized that voice. His eyes shot open, and he growled like a shifter, an animal, his vampire senses electrified.

He slid his fangs out, kissed the wound, and lapped it shut before he looked at Caly, who blinked at him, her body pale, her lips almost white.

“Fuck,” he growled. He pulled Caly into his arms as he ran his hands down her body, checking for more injuries. The only wound on her that was of any consequence were the two fang marks on her arm. There were still a few cuts and a bruise on her forehead, but he was the one who had harmed her, who had almost ended her life because he had taken too much. He hadn’t done that since he was a babe, learning how to control his hunger and his needs using the humans who had willingly given their blood. There were always humans within their compound, even when they were on the run, families who gave their life force and were given families of their own, as well as payment. They were not their slaves or workers. They were their helpers, their life mates.

And Caly was not one of them. Instead, she was his mate, and he had almost killed her. “Caly.”

“Vampire,” she breathed, her gaze a bit wide-eyed and distracted.

“Yes, I’m a vampire. An immortal as we sometimes call ourselves. We don’t tend to use the wordvampiretoo often, but that doesn’t matter, does it?”

She licked her dry, cracked lips, and then cursed again. “You aren’t supposed to exist.”

“No, we aren’t. We almost died out once. The elders made sure of that. They’re afraid of those who they call ‘dead.’”

“Are zombies next?” she asked, her voice so soft he was worried that she was going to die. In fact, he knew that he needed to give her sustenance, needed to heal her quickly. He was just afraid that if he did so, it would be far too soon for what would come next, and yet, far too late for what she needed.

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