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Chapter One: Embraced and Claimed


A Winter chill cooled the calm, crisp evening, as Calliope held onto Vladimir Maverick's rippling arms the moment she braced for impact. His salivating tongue pecked the soft, tender skin of her neck, tracing over her pulsating veins. Calliope's voice moaned in his ear, arching her back within his grasp, yearning for Vladimir's fangs to pierce her. She knew how much she desired the man who haunted her dreams and stalked her presence. In a heated, passionate embrace, the fangs Vladimir flashed tore deep inside Calliope's neck, sinking further in her delicate veins, sucking out the precious ruby red blood she held within her body.
For Calliope, this was a weak moment, but for Vladimir, it was his twisted fantasy.
To feed from the victim he stalked for a decade, he knew he could no longer contain his excitement. The pleasure he felt seduced Calliope further into a sense of pure ecstasy. Vladimir tightened his hold on her, clenching his right fist roughly into her luscious brunette locks as the feeding grew more sexually tense.

Vladimir had many victims throughout his immortal life, but never one as exceptional as Calliope. She was meant to be a job until his primal urges roared exponentially.
For ten years, he stalked her through the night, leaving gifts at her doorstep and monitoring her social media. He followed her on dates, photographing her beauty, reeling him in like he was a fish on a hook. He was enamored by how strong-willed and determined she was.
Calliope herself was not aware of how twisted Vladimir Maverick was. That is, until the night they first met during a brisk October autumn night, when Vladimir saved her from an attempted
brutal assault, rather than killing her. He protected her.
As a Bratva underboss and a vampire, Vladimir did what he did against the code, though he did not care. He was bewitched by her feisty attitude and realized one way or another. He'd make her his for eternity.

Her Almond Hazel colored eyes flashed as her essence and soul were quickly fading away. Vladimir was draining her faster than he could stop himself. The licks his sharp, desirable tongue gave her velvety skin sent chills down her trembling spine. Her slender fingers cradled his biceps, clawing at his Black satin blazer. She was in bliss being this man's dinner. Calliope bit down on her bottom lip, eyes rolling in the back of her head, hoping Vladimir would make his move on her.
His chest heaved rapidly while he devoured her, taking in each plentiful drop. A familiar sound thumped in his ears, a sound he knew all too well. It was Calliope's alluring moan that he recognized from the recordings he secretly captured of her intimate nights. Whether she had a boyfriend or she was by herself. Vladimir's primal lust for her went beyond his job as he hacked her laptop and planted spyware just so he could keep his eyes on her at all times.
When she would hunger for the touch of another man, with her legs open, and when she would tease herself out of loneliness. Vladimir captured all of those sounds, instinctively committing them to memory.
Remembering each sensual moment Calliope had, Vladimir's thirst thrived for her.


Just as Calliope's heart raced, it was only a matter of time before she would be his forever. Vladimir gently lapped at her neck, similar to how a wounded animal tends to their flesh after a kill. He reveled in the taste of Calliope's burning lust, easing his dominant hand away from her bare shoulder blade down to her perky chest and into her seductive, hot pink bra. Her eyes glazed over, wincing at how rough and quick Vladimir's hands were massaging every smooth surface of her pierced nipples. Toying with her, Vladimir whispered sultry, sweet nothings, prompting Calliope's eyes to close fully and her quivering, pale lips to part, responding,

"I am yours to claim."