In Love With A Monster

ered your father? "Yeah" he replied with

f half-human and half-wolf. In this era, werewolves prefer to be in their

aring, vision, speed, and smell. They h

an

t things, lots of things,

ok his

y wolf wouldn't allow anybody else near you w

you as mine to make you

t is that supp

lance at the bed and I

question. I realized just then that I was wearing a long white

me. "Only then you'll be safe in the pack. It'

ately took a step back, instinctiv

u again, I promise. I am not a monster." Logan

pulls her head do

st time- and he was so mu

ry." Logan

can't explain why. I have no excuses. At any rate, don't wo

tal collision mouth. Oh, no. He kissed with pu

s. He brushed his lips to hers in a series of chaste, yet masterful kisses. He swept a hand

er face to his and sending electri

lips, sweeping his tongue in between them. Her first

ng her arms around his n

e tasted of soot and salt and... and of apples

ing through her veins- as though it had lain coile

g on t

irt. Logan was perfect but the werewolf was real, He hissed out a breath when her finger

w her earlobe into his mouth, his sixth sen

now, but d

s arousal as evident from his ragged breaths as

d for release. She was dying, burning, her body on fire. She'd never felt anything like the toxic com