From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346 Little Pookie

ZARA.

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This man was doing something to me and I couldn’t quite wrap my head around what. But my voice refused to work so I simply nodded.

“Good.”

The night that I saw him at the party was weeks ago, and now, I felt like the whole encounter was a dream because I didn’t see him again, although a part of me wanted to see him. To know why he said those things. I’ve been dreaming of him the whole time, white hair red eyes and stuff.

My problem now is that why did I dream about him even before I met him? I was so fucking confused.

He released Daniel, patted him on the head condescendingly, and straightened to his full height, rolling his shoulders as he adjusted his leather jacket.

God damn, he was tall as hell.

His dark brown eyes held mine for another long moment.

“Stay out of trouble, little pookie.” He winked then he broke the stare off and glanced down at Daniel, who sat pale and shaking, beer–soaked hair plastered to his bloody face, one hand clamped over his nose.

“Tip your waitress,” he growled, then turned and walked away.

I gasped as the noise of the bar slammed back into me all at once. Beth grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the bar. I let her lead me, still in a daze of my own.

“What the fuck just happened, Zara”

I opened my mouth, then closed it.

I wasn’t sure what to say. Because seriously.

What the fuck did just happen?

HADES.

The city wind tore past me as I pulled out of the parking lot, cold enough to bite, and I

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dragged it deep into my lungs like it might scrape her scent out of my system.

It didn’t. Nothing could erase her scent.

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I’d only been near her a few minutes and already she clung to the back of my throat like smoke. My fangs had dropped before I even hit the street, gums aching with the need to feed, to bite, to taste, to fuck.

I snarled under my breath as I twisted the throttle harder, weaving through traffic just to put distance between me and Ray’s Bar. It didn’t help. I was practically salivating for her Fuck, I hated being a vampire.

Like the bloodlust wasn’t bad enough, I had a damn dragon living under my skin for the past six hundred years.

A violent, possessive, fire–breathing problem that only woke up for three things: blood, sex, and violence. Tonight he wanted all three, and now he was prowling just beneath the surface, restless and hungry, like he’d finally scented something he had no intention of letting go.

‘Mine.’

His growl was low and possessive.

Every negative emotion fed him. Thirst. Lust. Rage. The stronger it got, the thinner my control felt, until holding it together was just a lie I told myself so I could make it through the night without killing someone who didn’t deserve it. I could still feel the heat of her under my hand, the way her pulse fluttered when I touched her back, the sharp spike of awareness that tore through her body and straight into mine, dragging heat low and leaving my cock thick and aching.

I wanted to taste her. I wanted to bend her over the nearest surface and bury myself inside her until every other male scent was gone and she carried nothing but me.

My mouth flooded at the thought, fangs throbbing in time with my pulse, and knowing she’d just been with some other asshole in that bathroom stall sent something dark and ugly twisting through my chest.

I wanted to hunt him down.

Break him.

Make him regret touching what my dragon had already claimed.

I shook my head hard and leaned forward over the tank as I hit a red light near the waterfront. My arms were locked, shoulders tight enough to ache, breath coming heavier than it should

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have been. Heat coiled low and heavy in my gut, not just hunger, not just lust, but something deeper and more dangerous. I dragged in another breath and tasted her all over again, sweet like fruit, ripe and fucking edible.

“FUCK. Get it together,” I muttered.

“Take her.’

The command slammed through me, hot and absolute, followed by images that made my vision pulse. Her throat under my mouth. Her body pinned beneath mine. Blood, heat, possession. The dragon didn’t care about choice or consequences. He only cared that I claimed her. Bit and pumped my venom into her skin.

The man in me knew better. I couldn’t just claim her.

“Not like that,” I growled as the light changed and the bike surged forward again.

I cut toward the waterfront instead of the highway, taking the long road along the water where traffic thinned out and the night opened up around me. The dark surface of the bay flashed between buildings, wind carrying salt. I tried to let it distract me. It should have helped. It didn’t. Nothing was going to quiet him tonight.

She was the kind of woman who pulled attention without trying. Curves that filled out her clothes in a way that made my hands itch to touch her, to see if she was as soft as she looked. She was not tiny, barely over five feet. Copper hair tousled in loose waves falling around her heart–shaped face, and her lips were pouty, parted just enough that my eyes caught there and stayed a second too long.

Hell.

That red gloss did something to me.

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