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My gums started to tingle and hurt. “Mark me back… if the book was right, you could mark me now.” John whispered, licking my mark before offering me his neck. That must be why my mouth feels weird. I ran my tongue across my teeth, eyes opening wide as I felt them. I had elongated canines. I leaned forward, licking his neck, and then as he thrust hard into me, I bit down, letting my teeth sink into his flesh.

She lays her head on my chest while she looks for a movie on the TV, and I start to stroke her soft and smelly hair. Why do I feel so... at home with her? Is that what it feels like? “I'm not finding anything interesting," she complains. I take the control from her hand and she raises her head to face me, I caress her cheek and she closes her eyes. Her face is so serene and sensual, I hold her face and pull her away from my chest. Her thin pink mouth, "how would it look sucking me off?", I always think this when I see her biting her lip in a sexy way without realizing it.

Let go of me now" She yelled, trying to break free. "Hand over the book" He retorted as he felt a sharp bite on his body, it felt like spiders were stinging his body as the pain travelled to each part of his body. He groaned, wanting to let go but remembered it was his responsibility to protect his pack no matter the situation.

An hour later, we finished going over everything. As Marcus packed up his things, he pulled out a small box and handed it to me. "This is for you." I took the box and opened it. Inside was a delicate silver bookmark, engraved with a tiny flower. "It's beautiful," I said with a smile. "Thanks, Mr. Perfect." His ears turned red as he replied, "You're welcome. I just saw it and thought it was perfect for you, so I bought it."

He leaned down, his mouth finding mine again, but this time there was no caution. The kiss was deep, possessive, and fierce, matching the chaotic storm raging inside both of us. It was a dizzying blur of heat and friction, his lips commanding and desperate as he drank in my whimpers. His scent flared, thick and intoxicating, completely filling my senses until the bedroom, the school, and the rest of the world ceased to exist. There was only the dark, the unbearable fire in my veins, and Ollie, anchoring me right in the center of it.

Conri moaned as both his hands grasped my hips. He was probably going to throw me out. Send me packing. I was biting the King of Guardians, but the harder I tried to stop, the stronger my instinct became to bite him. I did, over and over and over—Conri sat there and took every bite; he let out a mixture of hissing and groans. The sounds came from deep in his throat with each bite. I lost count of how many times I bit him, but when the urge finally subsided, I was panting lightly as I began to lick each of his bites before placing my forehead against his chest. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I felt uncomfortable with this foreign instinct. Conri soothingly ran his hand up and down m

"You heard me right, Eve. You have had vampire blood in you ever since you were born." "How is that possible? My parents, I was sure they were humans and they haven't mentioned anything unnatural… and I never felt strange before." "You are not a pure-blooded vampire, only a fraction of your blood contains vampire blood. That's why you managed to live for all those years like a normal human being. But the truth is, it was only suppressed and waiting to be activated. And it happened when Vienna's subordinate bit you. It was the vampire's venom that awakened the vampire blood in you. It was the reason why the transition took faster than usual because you were not a pure human in the first place

I really didn't know what I was looking for but deep down, that was the answer written in bold letter. "Then I have just the book for you. How to conquer your inner demons by Dr Jackson Ian." She said while leading me to another division of the library. She climbed a ladder, running her hands down the spines of the books on the sixth shelve in search of the book she had just told me. I looked away as her floral dress rode up, exposing a great view of her thighs and ass. It would me impolite to stare and besides, her ass was not my business.

She added softly, "Theo said it wasn't worth anything and that it was just a piece of junk. I didn't know it was so important... I'm sorry..." My eyes were bloodshot as I slapped Theodore across the face. I screamed, "My dad carved that doll piece by piece. Who are you to call it junk? Who are you to give it away?" I had put all my strength into that slap. I could feel the burning sensation in my palm. Janice shrieked and shoved me away. "What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?" Theodore wiped the blood from his lip and mocked, "It was just worthless junk. I can give it to whoever I—"

Then he bit me. I gasped, jerking instinctively, but the bite was deliberate, scorching, searing. Pain and heat tore through my shoulder, and I couldn’t breathe. It was intimate, possessive, claiming in a way I had only ever dreamed in nightmares and fantasies. My body arched toward the pain, the pleasure, the burn, unable to resist the ancient call. “I ” I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. And then he was gone. Just like that. Gone into the shadows before I could even scream, leaving me trembling, soaked, and utterly confused.