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of my belly, he drew me to him.
    “But I can’t lose you,” he whispered in my ear.
    I shuddered beneath his touch.  To be his forever.
    “Do you want this?”
    Silently I took one of my fingers into my mouth while offering him the other hand. I licked away his blood, drawing the flavor in deeply.  A taste of honey and salt radiated through my mouth.  It was warm and inviting.  He had to know I loved him.
    He suckled my fingers and tasted his own blood.
    Then something intense flared in his movements as another low growl rumbled in his chest.  He bent me over in front of him, lifting me slightly, and plunged his cock fiercely, almost violently, into me.
    “I don’t want to leave you.  I don’t,” I screamed as he pounded his hips against mine.
    Throwing my head forwards, I pressed my body against his as I offered myself completely to his wonderfully, powerful thrusts.  His male scent, a dark, rich fragrance of spice merged with my own like leather and silk, enveloping me and igniting my wet pussy.
    As he hastened his pace, lengthening his stride deeper and deeper in me, an orgasm shuddered uncontrollably through my body.  Two more followed.
    He slowed his rhythm, but remained inside me.  Sweeping me up into his strong arms, he turned me around so that I sat on his lower hips, straddling his cock.  He lavished kisses along my breasts and neck.
    “I knew you were the one.  Summon the Moon Goddess.  She will guide you.”
    I trembled, feeling the warmth of passion radiate down my spine as he held me.  I did as he commanded.
    Suddenly as clouds retreated into the northern sky, the moonlight flooded the room and illuminated him.  His turquoise blue eyes blazed with passion.  He was devastatingly handsome with raven black hair framing his rugged face, high cheek bones, a perfectly straight nose, and square jaw.
    I felt his cock pulsate against my inner walls.  They were swollen with lust and desire.  I was still burning with passion for him as my juices dripped down the inside of my thighs.
    The thought of my vampire lover biting me made me wild with yearning.  A vampire biting another was an offering of blood love, he had said.  It was very sacred, very precious, and not to be broken or taken lightly.  We’d bound together as husband and wife, for eternities.  I didn’t know if I could give myself to him like that, but I desperately wanted to.  I wanted to come again and again and again for him like this forever, for eternities.  Would my being a werewolf matter?
    Seeing a glimpse of his fangs appear between his lush lips as he resumed his strides, holding me tenderly and kissing my cheek again, I moaned unable to stop an orgasm rising in me.  I clung to him.
    “Don’t hold back this time.  I will bite you when the wolf comes for you.  You’ll be okay.  I’m here.  Taste my blood again.”
    I felt his warm, wet tongue dart in my mouth, sucklingly my bottom lip.  A sting of pain surfaced.
    I shrieked, quickly pulling away from him.
    He held me fast in his arms.  Our eyes locked.
    Again I tasted the sweetness of blood, but this time it was my own.  Carefully, I licked my bottom lip where he had bitten me.
    Another gleam from the moon shone upon his face, his bright eyes sparkled with a savage knowledge beyond lust and desire, one of sheer hunger.  He would be mine.
    Before I could stop him, he slashed at his well-toned chest with his nails.  Lines of blood formed across his muscles.
    “Drink of me.”
    Then he resumed fucking me fiercely, refusing to stop.
    I stared at the streams of blood rolling down his chest as I rode him.  The wolf in me instantly awoke.  Warm rushes of power and hunger rose up in me.  The wolf was coming for me and I wouldn’t be able to deny him.
    “Let it go,” my vampire lover whispered into the night.  “Drink of me.  I’ll make you queen when Father dies and we’ll rule this kingdom together despite them.”
    The moon bathed him in its lush glow