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wanted to get in on the action, and his brawny arms pulled mine behind my back. “Come on now, be nice. Don’t make us give you a lesson in manners.”
For a good two seconds I wished I’d thought to compel him into submission, but I hadn’t gotten that far. Only, it wasn’t necessary at all. It was laughably easy to pull free from his grasp, and my elbow swung back in a perfect arc, cracking across the bridge of his nose with a satisfying crunch.
“You bitch!” he squealed, eyes squinting through the haze of pain as blood streamed down his face. The thick scent of blood filled the alley, momentarily stealing all my attention, bringing my fangs out at about half mast.
“Shut up and be still,” I ordered, taking inordinate amount of pleasure in the way he froze, nothing but a high pitched whine coming from his throat as his body fought to comply with my order. His blood called to me, overriding any objection I had to his personal hygiene, but before I could do anything about it, I was reminded that there was one guy left in the alley.
Instead of taking the hint, he pulled a knife, a dangerous glint to his eye as he approached. “I guess I’ll be the one to give you that lesson in manners,” he said with a nasty grin. “How about we start by carving out some of those pretty teeth? Then we can put your mouth to good use.”
“You mean these teeth?” My fangs descended the rest of the way.
“What the… is this some kind of a joke?”
“Yeah, it’s friggin’ hilarious.” My hand hammered out to clock him on the jaw. I know Rob had trained me not to hit anyone with a closed fist, but his jaw gave way before my hand did, and I was satisfied to hear the crack of his head against the side of the building and see the stain of blood on his lips.
There was no compulsion, no preparation before I lunged for his throat. My teeth tore into his flesh like an animal, growling as his hot blood filled my mouth. It hurt him.
And I liked it.
I wanted to punish him. I wanted to make him pay for everyone he’d ever hurt in his miserable life. Because I was thoroughly convinced he would’ve tortured and raped me, maybe even killed me if I hadn’t been a bigger predator than he was. My hand closed around his windpipe, the only thing keeping him from screaming as I tore into his neck, drinking my fill.
But for as much as he suffered, I still felt incredibly close to him as his blood filled my veins. Though he took no satisfaction from it, I was still powerfully aroused, my body pressed tightly against his as he struggled . Each quiver and shake he made to break free sent a jolt of pleasure through me.
I hadn’t gone into it counting, or thinking about preserving his life, and as his heartbeat slowed, I thought about ending him. What would it hurt? Did he deserve to life another day to harm someone else? I held his life tottering in the balance for long seconds, until I released him with a shudder, healing the wounds at his neck with my blood before I was tempted to finish him off.
A wave of revulsion swept over me and I let go of him, hopping backwards as he crumpled to the ground. I’d been pressed up against that? The thought sickened me as well as the thought that I’d almost become like him. The pleasure I’d taken in causing him pain was far more revolting than any quibble I’d had with his personal hygiene.
I took great pains to wipe away any trace of his blood, more disgusted than entranced by the thought of it anywhere near me.
“Are you alright?”
The blood was still thundering in my ears when I whirled around, catching sight of Rob at the alley entrance. “Why didn’t you help me? I thought you were here to protect me?” Never mind the fact that I’d already broken my word to wait for him to catch up to me, I was fairly certain he’d been there for most of the action in the alley.
“I am. You wasn’t
For a good two seconds I wished I’d thought to compel him into submission, but I hadn’t gotten that far. Only, it wasn’t necessary at all. It was laughably easy to pull free from his grasp, and my elbow swung back in a perfect arc, cracking across the bridge of his nose with a satisfying crunch.
“You bitch!” he squealed, eyes squinting through the haze of pain as blood streamed down his face. The thick scent of blood filled the alley, momentarily stealing all my attention, bringing my fangs out at about half mast.
“Shut up and be still,” I ordered, taking inordinate amount of pleasure in the way he froze, nothing but a high pitched whine coming from his throat as his body fought to comply with my order. His blood called to me, overriding any objection I had to his personal hygiene, but before I could do anything about it, I was reminded that there was one guy left in the alley.
Instead of taking the hint, he pulled a knife, a dangerous glint to his eye as he approached. “I guess I’ll be the one to give you that lesson in manners,” he said with a nasty grin. “How about we start by carving out some of those pretty teeth? Then we can put your mouth to good use.”
“You mean these teeth?” My fangs descended the rest of the way.
“What the… is this some kind of a joke?”
“Yeah, it’s friggin’ hilarious.” My hand hammered out to clock him on the jaw. I know Rob had trained me not to hit anyone with a closed fist, but his jaw gave way before my hand did, and I was satisfied to hear the crack of his head against the side of the building and see the stain of blood on his lips.
There was no compulsion, no preparation before I lunged for his throat. My teeth tore into his flesh like an animal, growling as his hot blood filled my mouth. It hurt him.
And I liked it.
I wanted to punish him. I wanted to make him pay for everyone he’d ever hurt in his miserable life. Because I was thoroughly convinced he would’ve tortured and raped me, maybe even killed me if I hadn’t been a bigger predator than he was. My hand closed around his windpipe, the only thing keeping him from screaming as I tore into his neck, drinking my fill.
But for as much as he suffered, I still felt incredibly close to him as his blood filled my veins. Though he took no satisfaction from it, I was still powerfully aroused, my body pressed tightly against his as he struggled . Each quiver and shake he made to break free sent a jolt of pleasure through me.
I hadn’t gone into it counting, or thinking about preserving his life, and as his heartbeat slowed, I thought about ending him. What would it hurt? Did he deserve to life another day to harm someone else? I held his life tottering in the balance for long seconds, until I released him with a shudder, healing the wounds at his neck with my blood before I was tempted to finish him off.
A wave of revulsion swept over me and I let go of him, hopping backwards as he crumpled to the ground. I’d been pressed up against that? The thought sickened me as well as the thought that I’d almost become like him. The pleasure I’d taken in causing him pain was far more revolting than any quibble I’d had with his personal hygiene.
I took great pains to wipe away any trace of his blood, more disgusted than entranced by the thought of it anywhere near me.
“Are you alright?”
The blood was still thundering in my ears when I whirled around, catching sight of Rob at the alley entrance. “Why didn’t you help me? I thought you were here to protect me?” Never mind the fact that I’d already broken my word to wait for him to catch up to me, I was fairly certain he’d been there for most of the action in the alley.
“I am. You wasn’t
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