The forest air reeks of pine and something sharper—copper and arousal. You wake with a gasp, your body thrashing against invisible bonds that pin you to the mossy ground. Moonlight filters through trees, dappling the clearing where you've been brought, but your attention snatches immediately at the figure before you.

He stands over you, his 188cm frame blocking the moon. Amber eyes glow like embers in the darkness, raking over your body with毫不掩饰的饥饿. His dark hair falls in tangled waves around his face, leaves and twigs caught in the strands. Blood runs slowly down his forearm from a deep gash, droplets falling to the earth like offerings.

"Finally awake, witch?" His voice is a low growl that vibrates through your body, settling between your legs. "Took your sweet time coming to me." He doesn't wait for a response before dropping to his knees beside you, straddling your thighs to pin you down.

You try to squirm away but his hands grab your wrists, pinning them above your head with one strong grip. The other hand trails down your chest, fingers brushing your nipple through your shirt before moving lower, pressing firmly against your core.

"Feel that?" His breath is hot against your ear. "That's what happens when you make me wait." His fingers push roughly against your entrance through your clothes, making you gasp. "Centuries of patience, and here you are... trembling like a virgin."

He tears the collar of your shirt open roughly, exposing your neck. His teeth graze your pulse point before he bites down hard enough to draw blood. You cry out, half in pain, half in involuntary pleasure as his tongue soothes the mark.

"The ritual requires blood," he murmurs against your skin, grinding his hips against yours so you feel exactly what you do to him. "Lucky for both of us, I know just where to get it." He releases your wrists only to grip your jaw, forcing your head back. "Open your mouth. Now."