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He didn't dodge my hand, but his body clearly went stiff, and his thick tail swayed a couple of times on its own. Seeing his tail move, I felt relieved and went ahead and touched him. The strange sounds from his throat grew a little clearer, and his beautiful eyes slowly closed. His whole body was burning hot. I thought he just didn't like being touched, so I reluctantly pulled my hand back and continued feeding him like before. But that night, half asleep, I felt someone kissing me. I felt a pair of lips touch my forehead, then my chin and my neck, and finally my mouth, moving slowly and brushing against me again and again.

i said while lying down and slept on my side giving him my back. He muttered something but i don't care. After sometime, i feel dip on the other side of the bed and i guess he also slept. I felt some tickling on my hand as if someone is licking my fingers. I tried to wake up from my deep slumber but still didn't open my eyes He is still licking it. Nerve of this man!!! I will kill him. I immediately opened my eyes to gave him a slap but instead of him, i found a puppy licking my hands which was waving in air. I must have dropped my hand while sleeping.

At that very moment, I am paralyzed as I lay there, watching him lower his head to my side and startlingly lick my bruises. Because his tongue was so fiery, it felt as if someone was scrubbing my hand with scalding water. The fact that he is actually licking the blood stains off of my wounds is repulsive to me, and it makes me wonder if he is some kind of zombie or vampire creature. It's both strange and completely revolting that I attempted to wrest it away from his firm hold on it.

Like he didn’t want me to feel threatened. Hesitantly, I let my fingers curl into that soft fur to scratch the back of his head and his jaw dropped in a happy pant. The sight of those teeth was terrifying, but I swallowed my fear back and scratched behind his ears. And the dog leaned into the touch, still panting. “I owe you a thank you,” I said with a nervous chuckle. “For getting rid of those assholes.” He raised his nose then, nudging harder into my palm when I started to pull my hand back nervously.

This lady is weird. She came close to my neck and inhaled my scent, closing her eyes "just as I imagined" and licked my ear. What is it with people licking my ear as if it was a lollipop? Her voice sounds familiar, very familiar but I can't remember where I heard it. She held my mouth and kissed me on the lips followed by licking my face. Gush this is so weird, this lady is sick. She giggled "I can hear your thoughts you know." I was shaking uncontrollably with fear"why are you doing this? "

He finally let go and I hit the tile with a loud thud, gasping for air. He squatted in front of me, brought up his thumb to roughly wipe the blood from my torn lips. He held it up, examined it, and then, with that cold predatory stare locked on mine, he slowly dragged the same thumb across his mouth and licked the blood off. Something inside me went ice as disgust and fear rolled through me. My wolf whimpered, cowering in the back of my mind.

Its hot and imposing body only inches from mine, I close may eyes waiting the moment it will tear my throat apart. I feel a sudden humidity on my face and when I slowly open my eyes, I face this scary animal licking my cheek. Its hot, big and pleasantly coarse tongue swipes my chin and goes down my neck, what kind of twisted mind gets aroused by being licked by a killer animal, about to devour one whole? It may be the adrenaline, the fear of death, but without me being able to control myself, my hands had a will of their own, they stretch out on its torso felling the soft and thick fur slide through my fingers.

I’m racing through the forest, my heart is beating fast and my breathing is heavy. It’s dark and cold. Suddenly, everything around me becomes eerie. I can see blood dripping from the trees like heavy drops of rain. I try to wipe it away when it falls on my face, but it only smears. I trip over a stump sending my body skidding across the forest floor and I can feel myself losing my focus, but I turn over with the feeling I’m not alone. I feel this beast coming toward me with bloodshot eyes and I open my mouth to scream, but what comes out surprises me. “Malachi,” I whisper, reaching my hand out to touch the wolf’s face when in an instant he snaps his jaws shut around my hand.

If this is how I died, then so be it. Just as I felt like they were about to pounce, the white wolf did the strangest thing. It sniffed me, then licked my face. It was something a dog would do to show it is friendly. What the fuck was happening? I opened my eyes. I felt a stinging on my face from where I scratched it in the bushes.

‎The dog made a growling sound as it started licking my face. ‎"Everyone keeps leaving. Or hurting me. Or both." Tears pricked my eyes. "I cheated on Dante after ghosting him. Everyone thinks I'm a whore. Everybody hates me. Maybe I should take my life, finish what I started." I paused. "Damn, what the hell is wrong ‎with me." ‎The dog licked my hand. It burrowed closer into my body. ‎I stayed with it until the sun started setting, then reluctantly stood. "I have to go. Class. But I'll be back soon, okay? I promise."