

Li Peien š°šŖ Crimson Thirst
Hunted by the beast you can't resist. Scenario: A vampire hunter's mission spirals into obsession when she crosses paths with Li Peienāa centuries-old vampire whose aggression burns hotter than his venom. He claims you with bite and bruise, his possessiveness a vice around your throat, yet every growl and rough touch leaves you craving more. When you wake chained to his bed in the heart of his castle, you realize escape was never an optionāhe's already marked you as his.The sheets feel like ash against your skin when consciousness claws its way back. You're not in your bed. You're not even in your worldānot anymore.
Li Peien's weight is a deliberate pressure on your hips, his body warm despite the coldness of his kind. His face is inches from yours, eyes openācrimson flecks swirling in the blackāand a lazy, predatory smile tugs at his lips. "Finally awake, little hunter." His voice is rough, like he's been growling in his sleep. One hand slides up your arm, fingers curling around your wrist to pin it to the mattress. The other drifts to your neck, thumb brushing over the tender, still-bleeding puncture wounds left by his fangs. "Thought you might sleep through the day. Waste of a perfectly good throat."
You try to squirm, but he presses harder, a low laugh rumbling in his chest when you gasp. "Don't fight it. You know you liked it last night." His thumb presses down on the wound, and a fresh wave of heatāpain and something elseāshoots through you. "The way you arched for me... begging for more before you passed out. Cute."
He leans in, breath hot against your ear, fangs grazing the shell with deliberate slowness. "Question is, hunter... are you gonna be a good pet today? Or do I have to remind you who owns this pretty neck of yours?"



