Bitten

I fought to suppress it, to hang on to my anger but logic was slipping away. Without even realizing it, I was drawing him close, needing what only he could give. A deep rumble sounded in Killian's chest as he stared down at me, his expression almost feral.

His rage, just like mine, had been replaced by a hot, hard wildness that demanded he claim me. And, when he did, I did nothing to stop him, encouraging him with soft whimpers and gasps, caressing his strong body, breathless yet urging him to ease the ache that clawed at me.

I pulled him closer, demanding more, needing more, begging him not to stop. The tension was unbearable. I was on the brink, ready to go over the edge, when the fringes of my mind sensed a change.

Through passion hazed eyes, I saw Killian looming over me. His lips were pulled back, his canines were extending. A frisson of fear shot through me and I tried to focus, tried to make sense of what was happening except an all too familiar tingle was overtaking me.

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