The Vampire & His Nymph | Midnight Cravings Series

• C H A P T E R - III •

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On his tenth sip, he couldn't tell which but time had passed long Victor paused midway the glass never touching his lips. He sat straight his senses on alert. He kept the dainty glass on the table zooming near the window instantly drawing the curtain close. His ears have picked up rustling in the woods with the faint intoxicating scent which was now growing more and more. His first thought was wounded animal. But as the scent grew stronger he was certain it wasn't an animal. He used his vampiric vision to notice a silhouette rushing towards the direction of the cabin.

Dammit! He thought there were no demons or humans on the island.
No. There were none when he checked the last time.

Inhaling the rich approaching scent he stayed rooted near the window with a sliver enough to see. His fangs lengthened at the scent. Whoever this was they certainly had a death wish.
Still, he wasn't going to kill anyone if they happened to pass by without pissing him off first. His silver eyes bored at the intriguing figure widening in pure shock.

Whoa.

Wait.

Was that a woman?

And is she wearing a skintight floor-length dress in this particular weather?

He inhaled deeply. The heady scent of the intruder filled his senses clouding his mind and making his body ache with a need he quite didn't comprehend. Shit.

What trouble was waiting for him?

Her pants rose as she stumbled across a wooden log. Victor cursed under his breath. Clumsy woman. She was within reach now. He decided to move.

Victor reached towards the blade and a shotgun loaded with silver bullets yanking the door open he stepped outside to stand under the roofed porch.
His eyes widened a fraction taking her slender form in. Earlier when he saw her the darkness allowed him only to see the silhouette. Now that she was near his dead heart froze. Worse, it was beating. Damnation!
He might have been dead too.
All fucking over again.
Because at this moment in all his years, he had never seen anything so enticing and.... delicious.

She hugged her body. No wonder it looked it a tight dress.
Hell! She was barely in clothes. She could be considered naked too. Her steps were short because she was injured. Her rich scent of blood gave away, earning a groan from him. She smelled of salt and ocean. His fangs tightened in a delightful ache and there was a sudden rush of blood in his manhood in the realization of her demon blood.

Merda!

Now was not the time to think with his dick. For all the reason she could be here to kill him. He had many enemies gained over the centuries. Shaking his traitorous body he focused on the approaching prey.

She came to a halt several feet away from the cabin. Her weak power resonated around her. She was weak, but not powerless.

Victor let his gaze hungrily sweep down her delicious body. Her beautiful heart-shaped face was weary, the raven hair strands sticking at the skin. Yet, the eyes remained focused and cautious. Her teeth chattered in cold, her plump lips ghostly pale. Her slender arms wrapped her more slender waist as if to hide her nakedness.
A futile try.
The damn cloth gave away nothing. Her breasts weren't big just the perfect size to fit in his palms on display behind the crisscross excuse of the cloth, in the cold her nipples nudged out begging for attention. His fingers twitched. The skirt or fabric covering her bottom didn't leave any imagination. At least she was wearing it double wrapped but in vain as it was completely soaked clinging to the delicious flesh between her legs and thighs. Then his gaze swiped up at the medallion dangling in her neck. He had never seen anything like that.