Romans & histoires Crook Of Your Neck

I mumble softly as my eyes roll back in pleasure. Nothing prepares me for what I'm about to experience. A sharp piercing pain courses through my whole entire body. Sharp teeth sink into my neck causing me to scream in pain .I hold my breath as the sharp pain numbs my neck .Soon enough the discomfort is replaced with when Knox licks the wound and places a small kiss on it.

I murmured, my breath grazing his skin as I gently touched his jawline, "They didn't capture the subtle contour of your jawline, the way it slopes just so." My fingers, guided by the familiarity that comes from shared moments, ventured lower, following the natural lines of his neck. "Neck," I whispered, my touch a delicate caress as I traced the pathway from his jaw to the base of his neck, a journey mapped by the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips.

I was panicking, I was not just making any sound A touch on my neck and I let out a guttural shout “Arghhhhhhhh, don't touch it.” “If I don't do anything about your neck. It would stop the flow of blood and you might have a brain damage.” That sounded like the pack doctor. I have never felt so much pain as I was feeling in my neck at that moment. All the pain just packed in there I let my eyes close and felt a brief snap. For all I know, my neck was no longer on my body. I felt cold and stiff. “Alpha North, Alpha North.” My name came like an echo in a forest.

No warning. He twisted hard. The crack wasn't subtle. It thundered through the room, bone snapping apart like dry wood. The sound of skin tearing came after, then the faint, wet collapse of something internal. The man never had time to look surprised. His neck folded unnaturally. His face tilted wrong. His body dropped forward in one limp heap. Hawk let go. Let the weight fall. The thud of it hitting the floor felt final. Limbs bent at angles they were never meant to move. Blood pooled fast, rushing out across the polished floor like it had been waiting to escape.

Don't succumb to him, it's a trap! He finally stopped at the crook of my neck and took a deep breath like he was inhaling me, then I felt his teeth gently sink on my skin, sucking the area teasingly. I felt my heart begin to race as I involuntarily leaned to his touch and let out a gasp. I felt him smile and I cringed inwardly in embarrassment. He seemed intent on leaving a hickey on my neck, because he slid his arm into my Pj shirt, and down my waist pulling me closer to him while still sucking on my neck.

Several bones inside neck, shoulders and back cracked simultaneously when he closed his right eye. Blood kept running down from his eyes and nose, but Creed's focus was dead set on the Angel's forehead. He pulled the bowstring to its maximum limits and muttered. "I just needed an opening. This is check and mate!" He uttered with a broken voice, "Come out, Cursed Arrow!" A pitch black arrow manifested inside the cleavage of his hunting bow. This was the first time Creed had pulled out his arrow type soul armas. Regardless, the bubbling chaotic rhythm associated with this dark arrow created ripples in the wind current.

It was then that he realized Clarice was already back in Logan's arms. Blonde let out a yelp, which snapped Neck Crick enough to let go of the handle. Looking at his bloodied hand, Blonde screamed, "Aaaahhhh! Bloood!" The dancing crowd turned, and a circle of bystanders began to pool around them. Neck Crick had been frequenting these bars and clubs for a while for his crime, but he had never wounded one of his own. He panicked. Should he remove the blade or not? "Just fucking remove it, holy shit!" Blonde screamed.

Unfortunately I barely just nicked his nose and he simply shook his head and snorted. I waited for him to charge me again then dodged right, grabbing onto his scruff and swinging onto his back as he went past me. He growled, turning his head to try to reach back and bite me, but it was exactly what I was looking for. As he turned his head back, I grabbed a hold of his muzzle and wrapped my other arm around his head, quickly jerking his head further backwards until I heard the sickening crack as his neck broke, and he collapsed to the ground.

~Amara~ I fought the urge to tilt my head to the side so that I could give him full access to my neck.Nico's grip around me tightened even more and he gently sucked on my neck.How could I say no to Nico when he was making my knees weak?Closing my eyes and heaving a deep sigh,I turned my head and now Nico and I were looking into each other's eyes

Woody slowly raised his right hand, brought his fingers together, and then quickly flicked his wrist. The sound of a neck breaking immediately followed!