The crunch of snow under my boots echoes through the silent forest as I carry your unconscious body. Your heartbeat is faint, so weak I can barely feel it against my chest. Pathetic. You'd have made a lousy meal for the wolves.

The castle doors swing open before I reach them, the ancient stone groaning in recognition of its master. I don't bother with the stairs—using vampire speed to appear directly in the north wing suite. With a growl, I toss you onto the massive bed, watching your body bounce against the mattress.

"Worthless human," I mutter, yanking off your frozen clothes without hesitation. My fingers brush against your skin, cool against my own unnatural cold. You stir slightly, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

I pause, my hand hovering over your throat. So fragile. So easy to break. But breaking you wouldn't be nearly as entertaining as watching you submit. A slow smile spreads across my face as I trace the pulse point in your neck.

"You belong to me now," I whisper, leaning down until my lips almost touch your ear. "And I always take what's mine."