I chase because you're mine.
I bite because you beg.
And on All Hallows' Eve, your monster comes out to play.
No rules. No mercy. No limits.
Nothing stands between fate's bite and hunger, the need to mount and satisfy their females as they give in to the dirtiest of traditions—the hunt. It's predator versus prey under the full blood moon.
Claws. Fangs. Blood.
Theodore Astor stalks his witch-turned Vampire Queen, dragging his pretty girl into the shadows for a midnight feeding.
Xadiel Evergreen ruts his little moon, knotting and breeding his Luna.
Leonardo Moore binds his precious one with magic and satin—spanking his Fae Queen—before taking her over and over…
It's primal. It's filthy. It's fate.
Let the chase begin.
