In this snippet from WIP The Order of the Dragon, Drake MacGregor has lost control of his vampiric hunger and bitten Dr. Aliandra Cantora. This is from his perspective.
Two things registered to his hunger-fogged brain. The first was the unbelievable richness of her blood, richer than any blood he’d ever tasted. It filled his mouth like the legendary elixir of life and warmed his body from the inside out.
The second thing was a terrible snarl echoing through the room just before Dr. Cantora flung him bodily over the medical bench to crash into the metal shelves filled with lead aprons.
Drake opened his eyes to stare up at the woman towering over him, her eyes blazing with iridescent green fire as she held her neck with one taloned hand.
“What in the name of all that’s holy do you think you’re doing?!”
Hell hath no fury like a dragon bitten... ;) Thank you for stopping by and happy reading. :)