Dexter X Blossom Novels & Stories

I kiss her perfect lips. Dexter- Nope, you mark her, and I go on strike like Annabelle. Wait, to mark her you need your canines to extend, which only happens if I let it. So, HA, you can’t mark her. Me- What is your problem? Dexter- I want my goddess given mate, damn you! Me- No, our mate is Bridget. End of conversation. Dexter is finally quiet. “Dexter, not liking this either?” Bridget asks.

He begged, his skin pale and his eyes wide as his lips trembled with every word he spoke. "Then speak." "I. . .I can't." "Then you've made your choice." Bella speaks, before throwing the dagger towards Elmo's shoulder, the man letting out a blood-curdling scream as the blade embedded itself inside his shoulder blade. Blood dripped down his arm from the his open wound. "You're crazy!" He yells, trembling. "I know," The woman winks at him as she grabbed the pliers from the table. "Do you know what these are for?"