Chasing Scarlett: A Breeder Romance
His tongue caresses his blackened fangs, cleaning them, and I’d right about die to let him sink them in my neck.
“Scarlett,” Adeline seems to call me, but her voice is far away, and the music, this beautiful creature is here, beckoning to me. I laugh, gleefully, even if nothing’s funny. I want to dance. I want to run. I want to…scream, and laugh…and…fuck.
Leaving, is the last thing I want. There, in the middle of those deadly, beautiful creatures, is where I want to be. I tell Adeline that, but she begins pulling me in the opposite direction.