The Vampire Prince's Practice Run
The night I came of age, the vampire prince Damon couldn’t wait to drag me to his bed.
He took me with a desperate, wild hunger that lasted all night long.
My body ached, but my heart was full.
I’d been his blood servant for ten years. I thought he was finally ready to give me the Embrace, to make me his forever.
But after, as he held me and talked on the phone with my foster brother, I heard Marcus ask him in Latin, “So, Master, how did my little sister taste? You know how many men would kill to be in your place? They all think she's a goddess.”
Damon's lips curled. “Not bad. A little green. Not nearly wild enough for my tastes.”
Marcus laughed. “Well, she's been hopelessly devoted to you s