The soft, seductive scent of blood flowed over Aeron’s senses. Damn. His thirst rushed to the surface, swelling his fangs. He gritted his teeth to the point of pain, pushing back the need and forcing himself, against his instincts, to ignore the temptation. A soft hand touched his shoulder. Helia. “I can take it from here.” The woman always knew. He wasn’t sure how, but she always knew when he’d pushed himself too far. He bit down harder and offered a short nod. Her worry faded. “I left your usual dinner waiting in your office.” “Thank you,” he whispered, with only the barest lisp. He tried to pass her without breathing in the delicate scent she’d been teasing him with for days, but that was futile. The subtle vanilla captured him, tangling his feet for a moment so that he tilted dangerously toward her long slender neck. Her sigh jerked him back upright. He’d been about to feed from her, right in front of a donor. “Go eat.” Her hand brushed his arm, gently pushing him toward the door. He went, but his mind dwelled on the temptation that was Helia. In his office, he found a small thermal mug filled with warm blood from some anonymous donor. As he brought the cup to his lips, he knew it would do nothing to curb his appetite. The hunger came from a need deeper than thirst. What his body craved was Helia’s willing flesh and freely given blood. He’d have her before this assignment was over. He’d claim her in every sense of the word. A low, possessive growl welled up. To fight back the unfamiliar ache, he swallowed down the blood, letting it ease him as best it could.
ACACIA I: Abducting Aeron
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