Eighteen-year-old Lily Isaac is a half-blood. Her father a vampire and her mother a human, Lily is seen as a lesser being from the rest of society. She doesn’t let this keep her from obtaining her one true goal in life: to become a valiant Vanguard—a vampire knight for the Palace of the Bloodprince. But earning a position as a Vanguard inside Silvercity means passing one final test: a hunt in which she must return with the claws of a dead werewolf. 
When Lily finds herself overpowered by a wolf, barely escaping with her life, her chances as a Vanguard slip through her fingers. But she is recognized by the Bloodpince for another reason: her blood is as valuable to him as gold. She finds herself working in the Palace, where the prince’s shaky health seems to regenerate the longer he feeds from her. 
As the days pass, and their feedings become more intimate, Lily finds herself drawing closer to the prince. But as a stranger begins to appear from the shadows, the prince’s life is threatened. The only way Lily can protect him is by agreeing to spy on the palace for a pack of werewolves who want to destroy Silverycity and the prince’s legacy. 
In time, Lily finds her heart torn between two souls. One a beautiful and noble prince with a cruel past, the other a daring, dangerous alpha who wishes only to destroy him.
Unfortunately for Lily, choosing one could mean sacrificing the other.

The Bloodprince's Consort

Lily hit the bed with a bounce, clasping at her bare breasts as Damon looked her over. Something was different about him this time. He eyed her like she was his prey—a thing to be hunted down and devoured.

He had torn every bit of clothing from her body, but her panties, which he traced the hem of with his fingers.

"He hasn’t touched you?" Damon asked.

Lily could feel the jealousy burning off of them. She couldn’t help but relish in it a bit. After all this time of not being wanted, it was…nice.

"Nothing too…sexual," Lily said.

"So nothing like this?" Damon asked, hunching over the edge of the bed. He traced between her legs, the feather-light touch of his fingers sending chills scattering up her flesh. She felt her breath shorten, her face gone hot. His fingers traveled up her panties, spreading like the legs of a spider as they swept up her shivering stomach.

"No," Lily whispered, her breath trembling.

Chapter 37