A Baby For The Beast
At this awareness, I sank my fangs into his neck.
The crimson from his neck tasted metallic, and delicious. It seemed rare and was scented.
His face wore a look of astonishment, and he groaned in desire. This only made me bite harder.
At some point, he pushed me away gently saying,
“Easy there, sugar,” I panted staring at him viciously, as he said those words. He parted more from me, and my hands moved to my lips which were covered in his blood. I watched as the mark healed on his neck, and inked on his skin was a wolf under a crescent moon.
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