BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha

TOR'S POV

He had fucking saved me.

He held my body through the avalanche and then disappeared into thin air afterward. Even though I went after him, I came up empty and frustrated. The fire I had made crackled softly, casting flickering shadows against the forest canopy. My thoughts were restless, swirling with the memory of him, his power, his presence. This being was so powerful, and I could not ignore the pull I felt toward him like an unrelenting tide drawing me closer.

I paced the small clearing, searching for him, but there was no sign of the mysterious being. Frustrated, I crouched by the fire, hoping he might show himself. Gale, my Lycan, growled low in my mind, picking up the faint traces of his scent again. The thought that he was close, possibly watching me, sent a thrill down my spine.

Leaning against a tree, I exhaled deeply and closed my eyes, pushing my power outward. It rippled through the forest like an unseen wave, searching for his presence. There was a faint echo in the distance. He was not far. My pulse quickened, and I waited, the tension coiled in me like a spring ready to snap.

After what felt like an eternity, I decided to move. Rising quietly, I began walking in the direction Gale had sensed him. The night air was cool, the forest unnervingly silent save for the soft crunch of leaves under my boots. My focus was singular: find him.

Then I saw them, the footprints in the dirt. Large, deliberate, and leading deeper into the forest. My heart leaped, but when I followed them a few paces, they stopped abruptly. My breath hitched.

"A vampire," I murmured to myself, the realization hitting me like a bolt of lightning. Only a vampire could leave such traces before vanishing entirely.

I stepped back into the shadows, my eyes scanning the area. If he were a vampire, he would sense me too. Gale growled softly, urging me to move carefully, but I had a plan. I turned and headed toward the cave I had scouted earlier.

Every step was deliberate, my movements calculated. The cave loomed ahead, its mouth dark and foreboding, but it was the perfect place for what I intended. I laid my trap, my senses alert for any sign of pursuit. Then, slipping into the cave's shadowed interior, I crouched low, waiting.

The air grew heavier, charged with a familiar energy. He was close—I could feel it in the way the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. My heartbeat quickened as I prepared myself, the anticipation of finally seeing him again surging through me.

Would he take the bait? Or would I have to find another way to draw him out? My patience, like the night, stretched endlessly, but I was determined to find him. Gale, my Lycan, growled low in my mind, impatient and restless. "We need him," he grumbled. "I am tired of acting like a lovesick pup."

I nodded in agreement with him, shifting further into the shadows of the cave. My breath caught as the vampire stepped into the moonlight. His presence was otherworldly, his every movement exuding grace and power. I could not stop my gaze from roaming over him, his sharp, chiseled features, a jawline that looked like it could cut glass, and piercing eyes that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. He was taller than me by a few inches, his broad shoulders framed perfectly by his dark cloak. My attention caught on the streak of white and silver in his otherwise jet-black hair. It was a detail that made him seem both regal and dangerous.

"Beautiful," I murmured under my breath before I could stop myself.

"Ethereal," Gale added the word echoing in our mind link.

His face flushed when it dawned on him that he had walked into my trap. His scent was like Vanilla, Sweet, heady, and utterly intoxicating and it hit me like a fucking tidal wave, and I closed my eyes for a brief moment to take it in. It was not just the scent; it was how it mingled with his aura, a magnetic pull that made my Lycan stir with unexpected desire. When I opened my eyes again, he was closer, his lips slightly curved as if he had caught me staring. Those lips, plush, inviting, and maddeningly perfect, were a distraction that drove me crazy.

I chose to make conversation and demand what he wanted from me, but his response had my cock hard and my body buzzing with need. "Your blood," His voice dropped into a cold, dangerous tone and his eyes bore at me. "Your kind is… intoxicating. Forbidden. I could not stop myself."

"If it's my blood you want," I teased him seductively, "then come closer and take what you need" I was surprised when he approached and stood staring at me with so much lust. "You…" I added and the words were out of my mouth before I could control them. "You're beautiful."

He watched me with keen interest and then he was about to turn and leave but I was not ready to let him go. I chose to throw caution to the wind and confess that I wanted to taste him and then dove in and pressed our lips together. His fangs pierced my tongue, and the tangy taste of blood made him moan as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a hard intensity, like he was savoring every moment. Our breaths mingled, and a warmth spread through me, igniting something deeper. My hand slid to the back of his neck, drawing her closer as the kiss grew hungrier but never lost its passion. Time stretched and slowed, each movement, every gentle press and hard and soft caress, filled with unspoken emotion. The taste of him lingered on my lips, intoxicating and uniquely his.

Our kiss was interrupted when we both picked up the chatter of men conversing from a distance. We broke apart as our foreheads pressed together, our breaths uneven, eyes half-lidded with the weight of the connection we had just shared. It was more than a kiss—it was a feeling I had never felt and a connection that was building between us.

Sweet and forbidden. I had sinned and I was ready to go to the depths of hell for this Vampire.