The Kings Want Her

The Kings Want Her

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Lunar Eclipse happened to be the day of vampires hunting for their prey. What is waiting for Kayla when she is captured and given to the terrifying King of Vampires, Damon? What could be worst when Kayla's blood excites all the vampires to suck it from her. King Damon marked her as his property. She wants to escape from Damon and the vampires. A sudden attack from the werewolves forcing her to be kidnapped by the werewolves. Who will Kayla choose when both of the king are head over heels for her? The possessive or the gentle one. She knows it is him that she wants to spend her entire life with.
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"When will you accept me?'' Lucian murmured against my skin. The wonderful feeling only grew as he stepped closer, the thick muscles between our layers of clothing pressing against my back. He dipped his head. I could feel his lips against my ear when he spoke. "When, Victoria? I am tired of fighting with you. I know you want me just as much as I want you. Admit it." I couldn't. "Admit it, Victoria!'' Lucian's voice went deep when he raised it. Goosebumps prickled my entire body as he whirled me around so that we were face-to-face. I exhaled softly, hating the dominant position he had over me. Lucian wretched my chin up. His eyes were burning with a lustful smolder. "No." Oh, I would definitely get myself killed tonight. I knew my defiance was angering him further but saying I wanted Lucian would mean I was accepting defeat. And I didn't do that. Love was a game and I was determined to win it.

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