Vampires are fond of their games. But the games that They play are different than the variants that I'm familiar with. The rules were made to be bent, broken, shattered—and somebody always gets hurt.Always.

In profile, with his mouth turned into a frown, he was stunning. His casual slouch pulled his clothing taut, drawing attention to the body beneath. As he toyed with the necklace in restless agitation, one couldn’t help but notice the strength and dexterity in those hands and wonder what they might feel like on skin, instead of metal.

He couldn’t count how many times he had seen desire turn to fear in his latest victims’ eyes when they learned that they were the dinner and not the date. Not that he had any qualms about playing with his food, first. He liked a good fuck as much as anyone.

If I catch you, I might do anything. I might strip the skin from your bones as I drain you dry. Or I might drag you into my chambers and have you pleasure me in ways you cannot even imagine. I might even take mercy on you, and that would be the cruelest injustice of all, because for you, it would only be a temporary reprieve.

One doesn't need to be taught fear when one is the hunted.