Thane
That girl is going to be my ruin, and yet I have no desire to even try and stop it. I knew giving in to the lust would be a mistake, but I couldn’t resist it any longer. I had to know what she tasted like and fuck…
She tasted like a sweet promise of never-ending torment that I’m now going to spend the rest of my life addicted to.
Everything about her makes my cock ache, but it goes beyond that.
She’s a flower dressed in thorns, ready to ward off anyone who gets too close.
And as I sit here, watching her sleep, I find myself wanting to burrow myself in those thorns if only to be closer to her.
After the events of tonight, I should feel relief, but instead, it feels like there’s a gaping hole forming in my chest.
I’m used to getting what I want, but when it comes to her, it never seems to be enough.
It’s like I have this endless pit of hunger for her that I can’t seem to satiate no matter how much I try.
And it goes beyond my desires to claim her body.
I could have her bent over, taking my cock as her voice grows raw from screaming my name, and I’d still want more.
I’ve been trying to convince myself that these feelings are only because of the mark.
Reluctant to consider the possibility that there’s something else at play.
But each time I’m around her, the voice inside my head urges me to consider the impossible.
To acknowledge that nothing is truly impossible, because if it were, I wouldn’t exist, and yet here I am.
A hybrid born from a vampire and werewolf.
Made up of two species who should’ve never been able to conceive.
But that’s the thing about fate. It plays by its own rules, reminding us that we’re never really the ones in control.
And for someone who gets off on being in control, the truth of that is fucking terrifying.