I bit into his neck, my sharp canines rupturing his skin!
Nausea? Extreme pain? Headache?
None detected!
The feeling of my teeth sinking into his skin was pure bliss. The red liquid swirled on my tongue, spreading its heavenly taste all over my mouth. I kept my lips locked tight around his skin, and didn’t let a single drop escape. Truth be told, when was the last time I had ever tasted anything so…marvelous?
A werewolf’s blood becomes similar to poison when consumed by us; their arch enemies. I’m pretty sure I should feel like I’m a second away from dying! But then…why… why does the prince’s blood taste like this?
Is it because of his high status? Or the fact that we are so-called mates?
I’m not sure which one it is, and honestly, I’m not ready to mull on that yet. My mind and se
