…He could remember vividly what it had felt like, her coming to him, her scent heavy in the dry air of his stone chamber. After she’d been taken by Amon she’d not come to him at all. Her presence that night had caught him completely off guard. So beautiful, her firm body of black and gold. Perfection of the flesh.
She’d joined him, Alessandro unable, and in truth unwilling, to resist. He’d known very well what she’d been that night. A goddess who drank blood. He’d made love to her anyway, held her smooth body in his arms wondering, with instinctual fear, what morning would bring for him.
It wasn’t until after he had fallen asleep that he’d felt her teeth graze his skin, felt the sharp pinch on his neck. Heard her swallowing, knew it was his blood she drank.
It had been like nothing he’d ever felt before. The ecstasy. He’d once thought that loving her was as good as life could get, but he had been so wrong. He’d known that she would make him her god even as she drank, and he’d embraced it. She’d fed from him freely before injecting him with her venom, nearly killing him for it. He was sure he would have died if it had not been for her changing him at the last minute. He’d lost consciousness, and when he’d awoken, he was no longer the same.
Alessandro looked at the bag of blood in his hand. It had all started with the human Sha’re. She’d stolen his heart. She’d trusted him completely, and he’d given her the best of himself in return. Amon had ruined everything for them.
He turned his senses to Kendra, the sound of her breath heavy as she felt his thirst and his turmoil. He knew intimately her need, understood what it would be like for her when he arched back her neck and his fangs pierced her soft, delicate skin.
He hated himself. His weakness. His need for her in his body and in his life. He needed her, and all he could give in return was the sick, sadistic pleasure of a beast.
Love of a woman had gotten him into this. And now he was using one to make him feel like a man again. Aggravated, he lifted the bag to his mouth, pierced the chemical tang of the plastic, and drank quickly, ignoring the flavor…
Darcy Branwyn 
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