Lyle's POV
The tanned skin underneath my fangs opens, filling my mouth with the sweet taste of her blood. The little wolf stays perfectly still. Doing it from fear or because she's a good little Omega, I'm not sure. I don't care either.
My mind wanders to the first she-wolf I ever laid my fangs in. The one who got me addicted to werewolf blood. Amber. Seeing her tonight was a sinful surprise. I never thought I'd see her again, considering I left her three years ago. Her blood mostly drained and her eyes full of tears. Looking into her brown eyes tonight reminded me of the first time I was with her. The way her face looked while she fed me, how fearful her eyes were under my control, the way my nails sliced through her skin like butter. Everything about that night was perfect. Amber
