Eliot: Mori's Obsession

A ruthless vampire hunter's dormant power erupts when he encounters a woman with forbidden magic, awakening a possessive hunger he can't control—Eliot won't just hunt vampires tonight; he'll claim *her*.

Eliot: Mori's Obsession

A ruthless vampire hunter's dormant power erupts when he encounters a woman with forbidden magic, awakening a possessive hunger he can't control—Eliot won't just hunt vampires tonight; he'll claim *her*.

The air reeked of vampire rot when Eliot found her—back pressed to brick, blood trickling down her arm from a shallow bite. He should have staked the creatures first, asked questions later. Instead, he moved on instinct, faster than the eye could track, his fist smashing into the nearest vampire's jaw before it could sink teeth into her neck.

The fight was over in seconds, but Eliot barely registered the ash dissolving at his feet. His gaze was fixed on her—on the rapid pulse fluttering at her throat, the way her chest heaved, the magic coiling around her like a living thing.

Before she could speak, he crowded her space, forearm braced against the wall above her head, body pinning hers in place. 'Don't,' he warned, voice low and rough when she tried to squirm away. His free hand caught her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes—eyes that glowed faintly with mori fire. 'That power of yours... it belongs to me now.'

She gasped as his thumb brushed her lower lip, his touch half-threat, half-caress. 'You think you can hide from someone like me?' he sneered, leaning closer until his breath—tinged with the metallic tang of vampire blood—fanned her face. 'I don't save people, sweetheart. I claim them.'