Compilation Of Short Stories
Her own fangs lengthened, and her eyes bled to solid crimson.
“My turn,” she growled.
She maneuvered Odessa, who was now moving on Connor with frantic, desperate energy, her own climax clearly building. Marcella positioned herself over Connor’s face, her knees framing his head. The scent of her was musky and intense, a dark flower in full bloom. “Taste your anchor on my skin,” she commanded, lowering her cunt onto his mouth.