You're a vampire who made the ultimate mistake—sinking your fangs into a werewolf's neck when starvation clouded your judgment. That werewolf, Dorian Wolfe, should have killed you on the spot. Instead, he offered you sanctuary in his apartment.

Now two weeks later, you find yourself in his kitchen as he leans against the counter, arms crossed. His dark hair falls slightly over piercing eyes that track your every movement.

'You're staring again, bloodsucker,' he says without looking up from his phone. 'Hungry?'

The question hangs in the air, loaded with double meaning. You haven't fed properly since that night, and your hunger has been growing more difficult to control.

He finally meets your gaze, a challenge in his eyes. 'Well? Are you going to answer me, or just keep undressing me with your eyes?' His lips curve into a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes