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I lifted my head just enough to watch her chest heave, her eyes glassy, her lips parted on a desperate gasp. She looked wrecked, ruined, perfect. But my hunger roared inside me, louder than the fire crackling behind us, louder than her broken moans. The beast wasn’t satisfied. Not yet.

“Beautiful,” I rasped, my voice rougher now, edges torn by the shift taking over me. My fangs ached, my body burned, but I didn’t care. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

Her thighs twitched against my shoulders, but I held her open, dragging my tongue back over her slit, slow and deliberate. She whimpered, weak and overstimulated, but her body betrayed her again. She was still wet. Wetter.

“That’s it,” I praised, licking her slowly, tasting her, savoring her. “Don’t fight it. Give me more.” I dipped lower, my tongue circling her tight hole, teasing the spot most men ignored, and her whole body jolted.

“Ohhh… oh my God!” she cried, back arching.

My smirk stretched across her skin. “Yeah, you like that. I know you do.”

I pressed my tongue against her tighter, swirling slowly, then pulling back just to flick her clit again, watching her unravel. I wanted every part of her. Every hole. Every sound. Every tremor.

“You’re mine tonight,” I growled, my voice vibrating against her. “I need every inch of you.”

Her cries filled the room, high and raw, bouncing off the walls. My dick throbbed hard against my sweats, but I stayed where I was, devouring her, teasing her body until she forgot what fear was.

I slid my tongue back up, parting her folds, sucking her clit into my mouth, while my finger pressed against her other hole, slow, circling. She gasped, eyes wide, shaking her head, but her hips told the truth. She pushed down on me, needing more.

“That’s it,” I praised, my tone sharp and deep. “Good girl. You’re greedy for this tongue, and I love it.”

Spirit’s moans broke into sobs, her body caught between too much and not enough.

“You feel the pressure mounting, don’t you?” I whispered, sliding my finger deeper while my tongue flicked harder.

She shook, tears slipping down her cheeks, but her pussy clenched around nothing, dripping down my beard as if begging for more.

“Cum again,” I ordered, my voice guttural, beastly. “Show me you can’t fight me even if you tried.”

Her scream tore through the room as her body broke again, squirting over my mouth, shaking violently. I lapped at her greedily, my fang scraping her thigh as I drank every drop, my finger still working her tighter hole until she went limp.

I lifted my head slowly, licking her taste from my lips, my glowing eyes locked on hers. She was dazed, delirious, drenched in sweat and tears. Her body was mine now, every nerve rewired to answer only to me. And the beast inside me growled, satisfied… for now.

She lay there spread open on the couch, chest heaving, thighs trembling around me. Her eyes were wide, glassy, panic and pleasure fighting each other in the depths. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a broken whimper. I dragged the back of my hand across my mouth, smearing her wetness into my beard, and leaned back on my heels. My gaze never left her.

“You feel different, don’t you?” I asked, my voice rough, deeper than before, vibrating through the room.

Her throat worked as she swallowed hard. “W-what did you do to me?”

I smirked, leaning forward, pressing one last kiss to the inside of her thigh. She flinched, but her body shuddered with need anyway. “You gave me what I needed,” I murmured. “Every drop of you feeds me. Keeps me here. Keeps me… human.”

Her brows knitted together, tears threatening her lashes. “I knew it,” she whispered. “You’re not… you’re not…”

“Not like them,” I finished for her, my eyes glowing brighter. “Not like anybody you’ve ever met. Not like anybody who’s ever touched you, baby. I’m cursed. Been for a thousand years, and the only thing that keeps me from turning into a werewolf completely every Halloween is pussy.Goodpussy… by midnight. This year, I claimed yours.”

She shook her head, whispering, “What the fuck is happening to me?”

I smirked again, slow, deliberate, letting the weight of the moment crush her. “You’re opening. That’s all. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind can’t keep up. You’re perfect for tonight.”

Her lips parted on a soft cry, her nails digging into the cushions as her hips shifted, betraying her again. Even after everything, she was still wet, still leaking, still begging without words. I dragged my fangs gently along her thigh, not breaking skin, just letting her feel how sharp they were. She gasped, trembling, and I laughed low.

“Still scared?” I asked.

Her wide eyes locked on mine. “Yes,” she breathed.

“Don’t be,” I growled, gripping her waist hard enough to make her gasp. “I won’t hurt you. I wanna tease and please you, so in return, I am satisfied. You get me? This is a win-win, beautiful.”

Her body shivered as if she already knew I was right. I stood in one fluid motion, towering over her. Then I bent low, scooping her up with ease. She gasped, her arms instinctively wrapping around my shoulders, her legs weak against me.