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Jack walked around her and inhaled her scent, clearly enjoying it. She felt him lift her hair up, bring it to his face, and breathe in the scent of her hair again. Then he takes more strands and carefully removes them from the neck, leans towards her and does the same again. Every movement the man made caused panic in Emily. And he kept circling around her, like a predator, driving its prey into a trap. However, why "as if"?

Jack touched the girl's neck with his slightly rough hand and carefully, so as not to scratch her delicate skin, ran it from top to bottom.

And then ... with one sharp movement of his hand, he pressed her small, supple body to his muscular and strong chest, and with the second hand he slightly pulled her head to the side and ... Amy felt a strong and burning pain on her neck. She felt two sharp fangs pierce into her flesh and this man begins to sip her blood, how it gets into his mouth and with what pleasure he drinks it. From the burning piercing pain, Emily screamed and began to break free, but the grip of this thug only became stronger, and the fangs sank into her neck again. It only lasted a couple of moments, but Emily felt like an eternity before he released her from his iron grip. Losing her balance, she collapsed to her knees, unable to get up.

Blood trickled from her neck onto her silk chemise. The girl could not utter a sound, but only gasped for air; her breath began to stutter, and her eyes began to darken. Emily realized that she was losing consciousness, but she could not do anything about it: the forces left her body, exhausted by fear and pain.

Jack, after wiping his bloody mouth, said softly:

- Sweet, but weak baby.

Leaning towards the unconscious girl, he picked her up in his arms and laid her gently on the bed.

- Sleep, my girl, rest. You have my wolf poison in you, so the dream will be long and calm, - he said, looking at Amy, injured by his fangs, and sitting down on the edge of her double bed.

After a while, Emily began to regain consciousness; slowly, as if reluctantly, male voices began to reach her ears, which at first seemed very distant, but with every word, with every phrase, they became more intelligible and understandable to Emily. The men were in her bedroom, where she now lay.

- Hmm, you know Jack, and she really looks very appetizing, and what a smell she has! Just swing! And why didn’t you finish her off, because now she knows about your existence, you yourself understand: it can be very dangerous for us, - the voice belonged not to the person who bit her, but to a completely different one. This voice was less pleasant and seemed to be more youthful.

- Nick, please shut up! What the hell is the difference to you? I'll figure it out without your hints, - Jack answered rather rudely. - I want her. Her smell alone intoxicates like a drug.

So, make her your slave. What's the matter? the young man asked mockingly.

- Not. It is forbidden.

- Jack, I don't understand something... What are you trying to achieve? Of course, I understand that you are our leader and all that, but, as the deputy head of the Security Council, you are obliged to control everything that directly concerns our clan, - this same Nick said, frowning.

- No matter. But I definitely won't let her go. I have not received such pleasure from blood for a long time: tender, sweet, intoxicating. You can't even imagine what it tastes like.

- Of course, I can’t imagine, it’s not me who stuck my fangs into her. But, judging by its aroma, it is very, very tasty,” the young man chuckled again.

"Shut up," Jack grinned kindly.

- Oh, look, it seems that your delicacy began to come to consciousness. Strange, but usually after our bite, consciousness does not come so quickly. And she - just something through half an hour of exercise. Apparently, Amy is very strong, although you can’t tell from her - such a small and fragile girl. And also not stupid. Eh, I would love to sink my fangs into her, well, maybe something else.

Emily heard a growl that she already knew. Jack seems to be getting angry. And Nick, laughing, said:

- All right, calm down. I just joked. I'll go see what's interesting in the house.

And the girl heard receding footsteps, and then she felt someone sit down next to her on the bed. Amy didn't want to open her eyes for fear.

- So you woke up, - she heard the voice of the one who bit her. - Open your eyes.

Emily didn't even move.

- I said open your eyes! a male voice demanded more ominously.

And Emily opened them. In front of her sat the same man, but already fully dressed. The blue T-shirt and jeans of the same color fit him very well, fitting his chic muscular body, and his eyes no longer burned with that yellow fire. If Emily hadn't just heard the two of them talking, she would have thought that she was dreaming, that there was nothing terrible. Recalling everything that happened not so long ago, the girl recoiled from the man and tried to move away from him, but did not have time, because a strong man's hand grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her even closer to him.

"I won't hurt you," the man spoke softly again.

- You already told me so, and yet you hurt me, you bit me! - Amy did not recognize her voice, it seemed to her that it was uttered by a completely different girl - he turned out to be so hoarse and hoarse.

- I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You are very appetizing. And when I tried you, I just lost my head. I knew you'd be delicious, but this exceeded all my expectations! He leaned down to her neck again and sniffed her scent through his nose, then looked at the girl. His eyes lit up again with yellow fire.

Amy tried to pull away from him again, but she couldn't because he was still holding her hand.

- What do you want from me and who are you?

"Don't you understand what I want from you yet?" You heard what I was talking about with Nick. I want your blood. I want you. All.

The girl cringed at his words.

- You're sweet, Amy. I doubted my choice for a long time, but, as it turned out, in vain. How to deal with you? For me, this is still a dilemma ... Although no, I already know what to do with you. But you - not yet! Yes, and you should not know this .... For now. Everything has its time.

- But who are you?

“For some reason, I think that you already understood this,” the man said smiling. Also, don't try to run away from me! It's useless. I'll find you anyway, and then... I can't vouch for your integrity. Understand? he asked, furrowing his brows a little.

Emily nodded in response.

- Well, well done. Now get dressed and clean yourself up. It will be dawn very soon, so there is no point in going to bed. Yes, and impolite to go to bed when you have guests in the house.

"But I didn't invite these guests," Amy told him.

- It is truth too. And yet we came. And we all want to get to know you.

- All? And how many of you?

“Here, in this house, there are only three of us. Me, Nick and Mike. The rest are in our lair, in which we have been living for a very, very long time. Now get up, go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. And cover your neck with a band-aid, - the man advised her, frowning slightly.

With these words, he got up from her bed and helped the girl up. His height was at least one hundred and ninety centimeters, and hers was only one hundred and sixty. In general, the difference in height between them was very large. She was below his shoulder and, compared to him, seemed just a child.

Getting out of bed, the girl went to the bathroom, while taking with her blue jeans and a white T-shirt.

After quickly washing off all the blood and dressing in clean underwear, Amy began to treat her wound. Bite holes were visible in her neck, and it looked just awful. She always thought that such beasts that could change their appearance were just a fantasy, but as it turned out, they weren't. This is not true. And how could this happen to her, an unremarkable, ordinary girl? And why with her? Questions she needs answers to.

After treating the wound with iodine and sticking it with a band-aid, Amy thought about locking herself in here. But she immediately dropped this stupid idea. After all, here the door was ordinary, wooden, and he was able to break its front door, which was made of iron. So it doesn't cost him anything to disassemble this door into chips. That is why she abandoned the idea.

Coming out of the bathroom, Amy went to the hall, from which came male voices. Entering there, she saw three huge and strong men sitting on HER sofa and watching some program on HER TV, while discussing something vigorously. As it turned out, they were watching... football!

- Where are you running? Moron! - shouted one.

- Yes, who throws like that?! another jumped up, actively waving his arms.

- Oh, they don't know how to play at all! Is it a forward? Yes, I would have buried him for such a game, after tearing out his throat! Jack picked up.

They were so engrossed in the game that they did not even notice Emily, who was watching them in amazement. Now they are no different from ordinary people. Apart from, of course, the fact that they were much larger than ordinary men. But the largest of this company was still Jack.

But then one of them nevertheless noticed the girl and poked Jack in the ribs, for which he looked at him so that Amy had goosebumps. But noticing that his friend was not looking at him, but in a completely different direction, he followed his gaze and saw Emily.

She stood in jeans and a T-shirt, her hair was pulled into a high ponytail so that it would not interfere with her, while opening her graceful and thin neck for everyone to see. The hands were also graceful, especially the wrist - so thin and beautiful. In this T-shirt, it was clear that her chest was small, but high and, most likely, perfectly shaped. A narrow waist flowed smoothly into chic, slightly plump hips. In general, it was something to see.

- You said that the girl is very appetizing, but I could not even think that she was so appetizing. And also very ugly. And what hair! Mmm ... - said a completely unfamiliar person.

Most likely, this is the same Mike that Jack told her about. And the one who just looked at her and whose eyes lit up with yellow fire from what he saw, apparently, was Nick.

Well, now it is clear who is who. But what they needed here was completely unclear, except that Jack really wanted her blood.

"Ah, Emily," Jack said. - Come on, have a seat.

- Thank you for letting me! - she answered sarcastically, but nevertheless she went and sat down in a chair, located at a distance from the sofa, on which the men were now located.

And then there was an explosion of laughter.

- Jack! Yes, she has character! Oh, you'll have a hard time with her! Oh tight! Nick laughed. “It will be easier for you to finish her off!”

Emily glared at Nick. And then there was another burst of laughter:

- Look, as if she herself did not kill you with her eyes!

- So, what do you need? Emily asked loudly so they could hear her clearly. And she got her way: the laughter immediately stopped.

Who actually gave you the right to vote? Mike asked, frowning. Who are you to ask us questions?

- I am the mistress of this house! And you are nobody here! I didn't invite you!

Mike grinned and got up from the couch.

- Listen, baby, now this is not your house, but Jack's house. And now you belong to him too. So shut your little mouth and don't make us angry.

Emily, who until that time had been sitting in an armchair, immediately jumped up from it and retorted in a raised tone:

I have never belonged to anyone and never will. I'm not a thing! It's clear? Her eyes began to glow with anger. “You broke into my house. You,” she pointed to Jack, “bit me and drank my blood!” You broke my life! I don't know now how I can forget all this...

- We will help you: we will twist your thin neck and that's it. And we'll bury it somewhere in the forest so that no dog will find you. And if you resist, then you will accelerate your process of forgetting,” Mike said again.