Dystopian

Every year, the harvest comes. And every year, the vampires choose.

Eighteen-year-old Isla never paired, never bred, never followed the path carved out for human girls. Instead, she was drawn to the cold, to the mist, to the forbidden castle on the hill.

Now, she knows why.

It's him. It's always been him. Prince Aeron, the first of his bloodline. He is ancient, devastatingly handsome, and crue...

"This is what you want to do to me?" I didn't even know if I wanted to hear his answer because deep down I already knew.

"Yes." Lincoln didn't even hesitate. His hand slid up to cup my mound. "From the moment I first saw you to this very second, I want to fill you. Stretch you and lock myself so far into your pussy that you're screaming because you don't know where I end and you begin."

Lincoln'...