Charlie
Oh, Christ. f**k, f**k, f**k.
I stumble back off the bed and find my way to the bathroom. Something happened when I orgasmed. It was like I was about to shift.
Only different. My canines lengthened, and a sweet taste came into my mouth. My vision is also domed and sharpened like the monster’s.
And a terrible desire came over me.
I wanted to sink my teeth into Annabel’s flesh.
I throw the condom in the trash and splash water over my face. The teeth still appear long although they’re starting to recede. My irises glimmer a pale blue. Annabel’s told me that happened before when we had s*x.
What the f**k?
Does a werewolf try to turn his mate? Like a bite at full moon makes her a werewolf too? Or do I actually want to kill her? Is the instinct to hunt and to f**k so close, the a
