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Lucien stiffened, “My lord—” “You will not touch her... “ I said evenly, “.... You will not hunt her, and you will not think... Of claiming her power... “ My gaze locked onto his, “... Anything concerning the girl is mine to decide” Lucien bowed his head immediately, “As you command my lord”. The forest then shifted, I scented it, rotting hunger, madness in disguise. *Ferals* Seven of them. “They have smelled it“ lucien mummured. “Yes, they have... “ I replied, “... And more will follow.

Fang and cock and bond tangled until nothing of her remained untouched, and nothing of me remained unspent. But I didn’t release her. I kept her pinned, hips grinding deep as though to brand her with the last of me, sealing my seed inside her. My fangs lingered at her throat, tongue dragging lazily over punctures to keep them bleeding, to taste her again and again. She whimpered, body trembling, thighs slick and bruised, her chest heaving against my arm as though she had been run through battle and lost. The scent of her arousal still clung to her, thick and undeniable, shaming her even as her body quivered from overstimulation.

Celine lit the light so that she could discover his sermons, she returned to him watching him suffer without realizing the reason, drawing her eyes His eminent fiancé was fully prepared with his mouth, and she did not understand herself except as she passed her forefinger over his serrated fang, led by her impudent curiosity, and soon touched until a drop of blood flowed from the tip of her forefinger to his fang, causing Kayden to rise up, who moved away from the bed, calling her in a tone like a roar:

Chapter 44 Marked WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. But she was also Zinnia, Nicholas Wyatt’s woman. The very same man who she just discovered was her mate. But he is just a simple human, he might get hurt and may not be able to understand her origin.

"Talk to me, princess," I've gotten used to his endearments that I'm always expecting one after each word. "I got really hungry earlier and I didn't know if it was for food or blood. How am I supposed to differentiate both?" "If you're thirsty for blood, you will feel your fangs protruding out of your lips. But if you don't feel that, then maybe it's for water or food. It might get confusing at the start but you'll get used to it later, princess. Soon, without any effort, you'll recognize each thirst, okay,"

“It happened at the nightclub. I walked in. Nothing seemed shady. It was a normal club. Maybe it was just a rumor. At least that's what I thought. But I wish I never would have gone. People were looking at me weirdly, but I didn’t think much of it at first. I walked to the bar. The men sitting beside me were side-eyeing. It was starting to creep me out. “Excuse me, I’d like a margarita!” The bartender looked at me in amusement. “We don’t serve those here.” “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan then.” “Don’t have it.” “Moscow?” “Nope” “Old fashioned?” “No” What kind of bar doesn’t serve these common beverages? “What do you have then?” He eyed me up and down. “Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood o

The little she-wolf continued to run into the woods, her sight blinded by bloodlust. Her vision was red, with black dots representing distinct objects, like the reddish-black coals of a dying fire. Run! A voice in her head screamed over and over again and she obeyed, racing as though trying to tear herself from her skin. The pain was intense and overwhelming, and all she could think of was the pain and flesh: delicious, intoxicating flesh.

He singled out a prominent one and held it out toward me. "See the hole within it. That is how a vampire feeds. Their fangs are similar to tiny straws that suck up blood. It is the way I am certain is how you feed," he said firmly and I poked at my fang to try and feel the opening. I tilted my head back to ask if I had holes. He glanced down into my mouth and told me that yes I had tiny holes in my fangs. "Interesting, why wasn't I ever told that?" I muttered and he shrugged nonchalantly.

I wanted to beg him to help me. Fang transformed. His body tense as he picked up and swung the medal rod (that he won over) straight into the vampire's head. The one on me vibrated at the death blow being delivered. I watched as it broke her neck. Her head fell to one side and her eyes filled in horror. Her body unwrapped from around me.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.