Page 8 of Crave Me
I’d never felt anything like it.
The magic curled around another bend before drawing an invisible arrow in the air that pointed directly at a powerful male standing near the wreckage from last night’s explosion.
He held his hands loose at his sides, his stance comfortably confident as though he feared nothing. With all that magnetic energy swirling around him, I could understand why.
It didn’t matter that the street was filled with supernatural beings, because this man’s aura stood out among the rest.
A leader.
A powerful figure.
A sexy vampire with physical traits that were clearly blessed by the gods of this realm,I mused as I hid within the shadows to properly observe my prey.
He was tall with lean hips, a muscular back, and broad shoulders—the kind I would enjoy sinking my nails into.
And his hair was thick and tousled in dark waves atop his head, which had my fingers itching to pet and stroke andfist.
A being with this much power would definitely be fun in bed.
Maybe I would take a detour home with him before continuing the pursuit of my medallion.
Oh, yes, this male was worth the hunt indeed.
A thought that further strengthened as he finally turned.
Because his face resembled that of a fallen god, all sinful and wickedly crafted with sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jaw, and cruel silver eyes.
Those eyes were fixated on me, seeing right through my shadowy essence and drawing me from my not-so-subtle hiding place.
Power sees power,I thought, starting toward him and matching him in confidence.
Because I wasn’t afraid of anyone here, not even him and his fiery aura of luscious energy.
I wanted to taste him, not fight him.
Bed him. Play with him. Mark him.Bitehim.
His dark brow arched upward, giving his handsome features an arrogant twist that warmed my very being.
How godly,I thought, appraising him all over again.Well, perhaps you’ll appreciate my presence more than the others of your realm.
He hadn’t tried to shoot me yet, something I took as a good sign as I stopped only a few feet away from him.
Maybe this being would finally give me a second to introduce myself before trying to subdue me.
“Hello,” I greeted, pausing to see how he would reply.
He merely cocked that brow a little higher.
So delicious,I thought, practically salivating for all that self-assured energy.
I smiled. Because it seemed he’d earned one from me with this silent show of dominance.
But he would kneel soon.
They all did.
“I’m Nyx,” I introduced myself, waiting for a sign of recognition.
