Draco
Heavy, deep grunts pushed through the air accompanied by the stench of musk.
Wading around in the water with a glass of red wine, Draco mindlessly drank the liquid. The beast, Wraithling, inside him, was restless. He had been that way since he returned from the Wilbur estate, desiring blood, but Draco knew it was not yet time for him to feed.
He emptied his glass and kept It around the edge of the pool of turquoise-green water, swimming to the other end. He looked over at the male servant and ordered.
“Get me more wine, fill up the glass.”
“Yes, my lord,” the male shrieked and skittered away in his subligaria to fill up the lord’s jar.
Draco grunted as the beast thrashed inside him. He tried to distract himself by watching the Attendants who stood by the corner, pleasuring them
