I'd always thought that at least part of my beast was Richard's wolf, but in that moment, I knew it wasn't so. No Nathaniel sitting on the floor, next to my legs, half the night spent with his head on my knee, and the other half playing his hand up and down my calf. I screamed my orgasm around Jean-Claude's body still shoved deep in my mouth. I'd seen a vampire burn in sunlight, and they flash burned, hot white flames, like magnesium.
Do you understand what you're giving permission for, ma petite? Tonight, yes, help me, Jean-Claude. He gave me a look. I felt nothing as our hands touched, except that he was cool, so he hadn't fed recently. But Damian was right.
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