Xeon despised that element of his kind, feral was bad news and, as one of the royal and warrior orders, it was his responsibility to eliminate his feral brethren wherever he found them. As a prince who enjoyed his pleasures, though, Xeon wasn’t sure what he preferred more: a warm, juicy female vein under his mouth, or the feel of silver-edged steel in his hand as he shredded the ferals and sent them back to the underworld.
"Sir, can I touch them?" The dark-haired human on his lap was staring at Xeon's mouth. Now without a soul, she looked rather like a zombie. After all, a human body without a soul would be like a zombie in a dire minute with rapt fixation. "Wow, those fangs look vicious! I just have to feel them, sire. "
"Foolish human... but be careful," he warned as she brought her fi
