Trapped In Beastly Desires

Anthony arched backward and groaned as the consuming flame of his pinnacle burning through him declined with so much intensity. He panted like he ran a thousand miles without a pause. Puffing out a sigh as he relaxed from his release and the chaotic compulsion from his beast, he opened his eyes. His eyes momentarily glowed vermilion and returned to normal in the next second. Did his vision just turn red?

Taking his eyes down, a strong realization struck him alongside a deep feeling of guilt and a sharp, piercing pain in his heart. Kayla was on the bed, covering… wait. “Shit.” Anthony leaned down and took off the hand she used to cover her neck. Seeing the mark imprinted on her neck, he shut his eyes and pushed his head aside as anger and remorse rippled through him. God dammit, he lost his mind to the beast. Fuck his beast. Why would it react this way? He claimed her when he hadn't planned to do it any moment. How sure was he that she was prepared for it?

“I’m sorry. I didn't mean for