Fucking nature.
We kiss not of passion but of anger and rage.My fangs descend, and I nick the inside of his mouth and his tongue, taste tiny droplets of his blood.
And a fire ignites within me.
A fire I don’t want right now.
But it’s nature.It’s fucking nature.
You’re controlled by nature. Nature has led you to Rogan. But the laws of nature also tell us that what controls us can also be controlled.
The words mash into my mind.Where have I heard them before, and what do they mean?
But I don’t care.
Only this kiss.Only this kiss matters in this moment.
My rage… My fucking rage…
Already I feel it morphing into unbridled passion.A flare of electricity surges between my legs, and I need to be free of the binding of my clothing.Free of the spiked boots and leather pants.Free from the bulletproof vest and chainmail.
Naked.
Naked like my wolf.
So easy…
So easy to forget the answers I seek.
So easy to lose myself in Rogan’s body… In Rogan’s love and desire for me…
So fucking easy…
Rogan breaks the kiss and inhales briskly.
My canines itch, and my body reacts.I sink my teeth into his neck and let his carotid feed me.
I don’t need blood.
Not for sustenance.
This is for me.Solely for me because I want it.
Rogan’s blood may nourish me and keep me alive, but that’s not its only purpose.
It satiates me.Fills me with strength and honor and…
Fuck it.
It just tastes good.It tastes so fucking good.
And I want it.I want the dark cherry and chocolate elixir that coats my mouth and my throat.I want it simply because I want it.
It’s in my nature.
You’re controlled by nature. Nature has led you to Rogan. But the laws of nature also tell us that what controls us can also be controlled.
Damn it!