Eva Monroe

Connor looked up at me then, his eyes burning with an intense amber fire. "Say it again," he commanded, pressing one thick finger slowly inside me. "My name."
"Connor," I repeated, the word catching in my throat as he curled his finger, making stars burst behind my eyelids. "Please."
I, the princess of the vampire court, was begging a werewolf. The thought should have horrified me, but as he added a second finger alongside the first, stretching me deliciously, shame was the furthest thing from my mind.
He crawled up my body, his movements fluid and predatory, his erection pressing hard against my thigh. I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his length, feeling him pulse in my grip. His breath hissed between his teeth, his forehead dropping to rest against mine.
"I've imagined this," he confessed roughly as my hand stroked him, "but reality puts fantasy to shame."
I guided him to my entrance, my body trembling with anticipation. "Show me," I whispered, abandoning the last of my reservations. "Show me what you've imagined."
Princess Elizabeth, a vampire noble destined for a political marriage, finds her world shattered by Connor, the Lycan Alpha who claims her as his mate.
Their forbidden union ignites a confrontation between vampires and werewolves, forcing Elizabeth to choose between duty and a passionate love.
But can a vampire princess and a werewolf alpha truly bridge centuries of animosity, or will their love be the spark that ignites a devastating war?