When The Monster Bites

chapter 6 Cora

“How do you have so many teeth?” His gulp is audible. ‘Your wolf is trapped by the witches curse. There is no way for you to transform. Wait… I have never seen your wolf.’ His eyes widen comically.

“Siren...?” he opens and closes his mouth. Then the light bulb must click on in that genius brain of his. “No wonder you can’t control your urges. This is why you left, isn’t it, Cora? I never knew why you never showed ‘her’ your inner being. This is why you have never shown your wolf. And your siren monster develops after you turn certain age. Why you are not only killing men but eating them…

“Bingo buddy. You win congratulations you found out my little secret. Now…” grabbing his crotch hard while my fangs continue to lengthen. “take me to a bar. I need to feed and I would like to keep you.” His d**k hardens beneath my rough grip. Oh, he likes it when I am mean. Interesting… and a little naughty.

He groans his head falling back as he pushes into my hand unable to help his reaction.

“I need to drive and cant do that with your hand on my dick.” I release him smirking.

“Thank you, Orion, you really are too kind, make a left out of the parking lot.” I sigh relaxing into my seat now that I know I’ll satiate one of my needs soon. Bruno’s is calling my name.

Bruno’s is a dive bar I frequent regularly. Seedy and falling apart it brings all the nasty creatures out for various nefarious reasons. The B, and R on the sign out front no longer glows.

Predators roam this bar all the time. I just need the bait and what perfect bait I am. I stand petite at five foot two inches with strawberry blonde hair, a smattering of freckles across the bridge of my nose. Which is small and upturned to allow my full lips to be my favorite feature and every man’s dream f**k hole.

But my small stature is deceiving. I’ve been “trained” at the academy to bring down just about anybody including a male twice my size. By trained, I mean tortured and bullied by bigger wolves. I learned how to defend myself very early on not having an actual wolf made me the target of every loser.

I am out of the vehicle before Orion has a chance to park. Sauntering in the bouncer lets me pass with a lingering glance. I grab a beer and shot from the bartender already casing my surroundings waiting for my next meal to approach.

“Moon goddess help me, Cora! You don’t have a shirt on.” Orion the ever gentleman tries offering me his shirt.

How sweet but really unnecessary. “Orion you are ruining my game, go over there.” I shoo him and nod to the other side of the bar. Ignoring him.

He looks absolutely offended and stomps off to the side.

Good, its time to play.