Temptation is always made worse when you long for the forbidden...

Vampire King Bridon Walkyr has waited centuries for the return of his Chosen. Yet instead of the docile and fragile human he anticipates, his beloved has been reborn of the very race that wishes to destroy his kind. Unwilling to lose her a second time, he travels to the mortal realm under a guise to intercept his mate and challenge fate.

Lycae Princess Willow Miloradovic lives under the strain of a preordained destiny she has yet to commit. From the time she could conceive of right and wrong, she has been told she will bring about the downfall of her pack. For her Fated is not only her enemy, he is the very ruler of the blood drinkers they detest. Intentionally guided into the trap Bridon has placed, she has special instructions from her alpha—kill the vampire king and sever their connection.

When Bridon and Willow clash, sparks will fly, passions will ignite, and enemies will become lovers. Unfortunately, with a killing moon on the rise, their union can signify only one thing—death.

Desires of the Otherworld Book Two. This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable.

EXCERPT

“Which of you is Willow Miloradovic?” a lyrical baritone demanded.

All eyes turned toward the sound, the compelling voice impossible to ignore. The speaker was tall and sinewy, dressed in jeans and a black button-down shirt that was left untucked. His long brown hair fell freely about his shoulders, making him appear both civilized and wild. He looked human. She scented the air. He smelled human. Yet a raw power radiated from him like dizzying electricity that sizzled across her skin, the smell of sulfur so strong, she knew he had to be a magik wielder of some kind.

Wizard? Sorcerer? Demigod?

“Let me ask again. Which of you is Willow Miloradovic?” The compulsion to answer was difficult to resist, almost impossible.

Move. Do something! She railed mentally, able to do little more than stare. Her gut twisted as reality struck. There was only one explanation for this, a heady magik spell that she’d heard about but had never witnessed personally. The oracles hadn’t seen what was coming because their perception of events had been shifted.

They’d all been tricked by an entrapment.

“I see,” the powerful male said. “Where are your charms? You can answer me, or you can be separated from your clothing until I find what I’m looking for. It’s your choice.”

“Is that necessary, Lucian?” a blond vampire asked, stepping closer. He examined each of her sisters with brooding eyes, roving up and down their bodies as if he was looking for something. Waiting for something…

Her heart lodged itself firmly into her throat. Looking away, she experienced a petrifying fear, raw and intense. If the blond vampire hadn’t killed them yet, there had to be a reason. Enemies didn’t allow enemies to live, not unless they wanted something. And she had a damned good idea what it was.

It had to be him. Her Fated. The vampire king.

Bridon Walkyr.

“Someone has given them impervious charms, powerful ones,” Lucian answered. “Otherwise they would have been raising their little claws and fighting over who would answer me first.”

The vampire strode up and down the line, paused in front of her, and resumed his trek. “You know she’s here as well as I do. Let’s just take the lot of them back and unravel the mystery when we arrive.”

“Let me try.” A sinfully thick and rich voice purred in her ears and sent tendrils of electricity up the back of her neck. She stared at the beautiful man as he made his way from the cabin, unable to look away.

“Good luck with that.” Lucian chuckled. “I have a feeling I know who twined the spell. If I’m right, it won’t be as easy as you think. She’s a clever little witch.”

Willow willed herself to move, desperate to protect her own, and her eyes flickered nervously to Bridon Walkyr — the vampire king. He was exactly as she expected, dressed in leather and geared to kill like the murderer and blood letter he was. Gaze unrelenting, he met her stare. She didn’t look away, unwilling to sever the eye contact first. She was an alpha by birthright and would never shy from a bloodsucking parasite. He studied her for several agonizing seconds, bright blue eyes boring an invisible hole into her skull, before looking away.

Would he brutalize each of them until he found what he was seeking, just as all the stories and tales suggested from her childhood? She and her sisters had been told that under no circumstances should they reveal the secret that would keep her safe, nor the plans that led them to the wooded clearing like sacrificial lambs — even if it came to torture. Torture was to be endured proudly, an outward display of strength of will. Shame was something you could never overcome, a living death.

The beautiful vampire from the cabin walked to Amber. “Tell me your name.”

Amber’s lips curved into a sarcastic sneer and she showed fang, snarling in outrage. “You first, blood drinker.”

The vampire smiled, and Willow nearly sagged as her knees went weak and her body felt as if it had suddenly become boneless. Her heart raced frantically, and her throat went dry. She dropped her gaze in bewilderment, staring at the ground before her chaotic emotions gave her away.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Her head snapped to attention and her eyes widened into barrels when the vampire that fascinated her beyond all reason spoke and she got her answer.

“Bridon,” he answered silkily, displaying slightly tipped fangs of his own. “My name is Bridon.”