Chapter 13
I fell asleep begging my mother for answers, and maybe that explained my dream. A dream of fingers raking across rippling muscles, a male convulsing above and within me as I shivered in triumph and disgust.
Disgust because I was prostituting my body. And triumph because I’d harvested enough blood this time to sedate my Master...and also to empower myself.
“Stay,” the male murmured as I disentangled myself from his body. “You’re a wildcat. I dig it. There’s more where that came from.”
“Another night,” I purred, l*****g scarlet liquid from beneath my fingernails and watching as the werewolf beside me slipped down into unbreachable slumber. Like the others, he’d remember nothing more than sharp-edged pleasure the following morning. Once again, the harvest had been a success.
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