Bare Your Throat for the Sire: A Filthy Vampire Venom and Claiming Romance

I told myself I could survive this debt without losing anything that mattered to me. Tristan Jessop ended that the moment he entered the tribute hall at dusk. The debt was his to collect.

My name stood in that ledger beside the rival signatures that sealed my fate to this enclave. His venom was the price of the debt. The bite would claim my autonomy under the gaze of the entire coven. His elongated canine came near my collarbone. The warmth was already spreading where it might soon mark me permanently as his.

I stood frozen inches from him, hating the part of me that wanted to bare my throat for him.