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spurts of his cum burned inside her,
pitching her need for all of him sky high, he pulled out. He punched through
the tiles on the wall with a deep roar that shook Penelope's tiny cottage, yet
the trembling arm he snuck round her waist to hold her up was gentle.
    Blood rushing
in her ears and struggling for breath, Penelope released her death grip on the
hand rail and turned round slowly the minute he let her feet touch the bottom
of the shower basin.
    She blinked
through the mist and the streaming water, her brain momentarily unable to
process what her eyes were telling her. Doric shook his head, the sodden
strands of his long hair clinging along his neck and shoulders, moving
slightly. The veins on his neck bulged and throbbed, and his teeth crunched as
he ground his tightly clenched jaw. His skin changed color to the black, smooth
texture of his other half, and when he finally opened his eyes they glowed.
Penelope put a tentative hand on his chest and watched in stunned fascination
as his skin bled back to human where her hand rested on his pectorals.
    "Don't!"
    His agonized
growl trembled up through her hand and spread over her body. She wrapped her
arms around him and pressed a kiss to his chest. A shudder went through him,
and when Penelope opened her eyes again, he was completely back in human form,
barring an impressive set of lethal-looking fangs. Her insides quivered in anticipation
of she knew not what, seeing those incisors, and she stretched up to trace the
outline with her index finger. She swallowed at his groan in response. His cock
lengthened and grew bigger still, and Penelope couldn't take her eyes of the
sheer size of it.
    "Why
have you got those, Doric? Are you going to bite me?"
    Heaven help
her, the mere thought had more of her juices trickling down her leg, and she
rubbed her thighs together to relieve the heavy ache in her core. Doric's
nostrils flared. His eyes darkened, and Penelope held her breath at the pain,
emotion, and sheer animal lust she read in their depths.
    "No, but
fuck it, I want to so badly it hurts." Doric ground the words out and
shook his head again as though disgusted with himself.
    "What
will happen to me if you do? Will I ... will I become like you?"
    Shit , that really
shouldn’t excite her so much, should it? If she touched herself right now she
would come on the spot.
    A wry smile
played round Doric's full lips, and he shook his head. He slowly unclenched his
fists, and his remarkable eyes sought hers.
    "No,
that's not the way it works." He cupped her chin, his gaze turning
thoughtful, and Penelope held her breath at the intense way he studied her.
"It's how my kind procreates. We mate with humans, but our seed will only
take if we bite during sex, and then there is only a remote chance. It's one of
the reasons we're extinct. Plus, through the ages, our babies were strangled at
birth. No one wants to give birth to a fucking monster, no matter what they
tell you during sex, or how much you wish it to be otherwise."
    She gasped at
the horrific images that comment evoked in her mind, and her heart clenched for
Doric and his kind. He turned away from her, his voice so full of pain and
disgust, it hurt to listen to. He turned the shower off and opened the door of
the shower cubicle.
    "Doric,
wait." Penelope wrapped her hand round his biceps and he froze.
    "So is
this something you can't help, or—"
    She flinched
at the speed with which he turned and crowded her against the tiled wall. Her
heart beat faster, and her breath hitched as she wrapped her arms around his
neck.
    "If
you're asking me whether my kind can’t help be swept away with it all, then the
answer is no. Contrary to popular fiction, we do not set out to impregnate any
female we come across. We only want to bite the women we…we," He shut his
eyes and mumbled something in his own language, before he stepped back not
looking at her.
    "You
what, Doric? Finish your sentence, please."
    Penelope's
heart beat so fast, she