Lions Eat Lambs • Chapter 4 • Teaser

Lions Eat Lambs

chapter 4 • raw teaser

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He was right. Her hair against the light material was painstakingly beautiful. It matched her porcelain skin. He wondered what it would be like if he were to run his finger across it. Would it be smooth? If it was, how long would it withstand the pressure of his bite before it gave into him and the blood flowed?

He took a step; it was a whisper. He flinched. He couldn’t. He had decided to hunt her. The decision had come to him earlier when he was pacing in front of the empty fireplace in his chambers. He had rapped the notion of killing her while she slept, but it would be easy. Too easy. He had given it up long ago when the mere brush of human flesh no longer excited him.

He took another step, convincing himself that he wanted to take a closer look at the human lying in his bed, in his borrowed clothes; the human that had smiled at him while looking in his eyes.

He took another step. It had been too long since anyone had offered him anything but pure terror. Did the girl not know death when she saw it?

Another step. Perhaps true terror wasn’t known to her. There could be explanations to why his eyes were red, and he recalled her going over excuses in her mind. None of them crossed anything supernatural.

His thighs silently grazed the edge of the bed. He wanted to touch her again, to feel the expanse of her skin under his fingers. But to touch her would be to kill her. His thirst was immense, and set fire to every vein that existed within him. He wanted to taste her blood. But, alas, to taste would be to kill, and he wasn’t ready for her death, yet.