Despite fear tightening his chest, Sylene stayed where he was. He was stronger than most vampires… but a dhampir?
Still—
"Sir… I am a monster too."
Melchior tried to push him away. Sylene didn't move.
Instead, he climbed onto Melchior's thigh and settled there, steady and unmoving despite the jolt of shock between them.
"Drink...mine," Sylene said quietly. "I'm a vampire hybrid. Sir… please look at me. Don't look at the other hybrid."
With Sylene this close… Melchior couldn't look away even if he tried.
The heat between them felt suffocating. The slide of silk against skin. The firmness beneath him. The closeness made Sylene's breath tremble.
Something hard pressed faintly against his lower back through the layers of thin fabric. His face flushed deep red, but he held himself still.
Melchior still resisted, forcing his gaze aside — but failing.
"If you put your blood in a glass… that's enough," he said hoarsely. "Leave. I don't want to hurt you."
