MARCUS POV
When Boris bared his neck to me, I froze. My entire body locked up as if every instinct, every ounce of self-control I had, shattered in an instant. I could not believe what I was seeing—him, sitting there, exposing his throat to me, his pulse beating steadily beneath his skin. My vampire beast, the part of me I always kept tightly controlled, roared to life with an intensity I had not felt in centuries. The mating bond pulsed between us, like a tether that I could no longer resist.
My fangs descended without my consent, sharp and aching as they throbbed with the need to feed. The hunger that clawed at me was not just for blood—it was deeper, more primal. It was the bond, the connection we had been skirting around for so long, finally breaking free.
