The Pack's Dragon
He did not stir, exhausted from the blood exchange and fucking, his face slack, his lips parted as he slept.
Her stomach was as swollen with his blood as if she were round with his child, and she stroked her hand over it thoughtfully, frowning as she did so. Vampires did not procreate easily, but she was almost entirely sure that she was pregnant. She had been tired, needed to feed more frequently, and strong smells could send waves of nausea through her…
Virulent bloody werewolves.