Ann F. Collins
Ann F. Collins's Books(2)
LUNA NANCY
Werewolf "Leave me alone"! I sobbed, but he paid no attention. In any other circumstance, I would have melted beneath his touch. His tongue skimmed my flesh perfectly, and he held me closely while savoring the moment.
When I thought Anderson was going to back off, he suddenly pulled back slightly and did something unexpected. His big canine teeth were visible when he opened his mouth. I pushed against him while pleading "no," puncturing his chest with my fists.
When he reached the ends, his tongue flickered as it moved slowly over them. I let out an ear-piercing scream as soon as his teeth sank deep into my flesh, but no one came to save me. The demon guy was overpowering us with each passing second, and my wolf was cringing in terror. I begged him pathetically, "Please," but all he did was ignore me and tighten his grasp on my sides.
As his wolf carelessly manipulated me, I had the sensation that my neck was on fire. He kept me up while still commanding me, even though my knees started to shake rapidly.
I started to feel queasy, and then everything went black in a flash.