"Run."
My adrenaline spiked at the word from his lips. Such a simple word, but one that carried a heavy meaning. One that was deeply rooted in something so primitive and so ancient. Something in my mind and veins told me to run and told me to do so fast. I panted and licked my lips, feeling his calloused fingers slowly recede from my throat. I craved it back, wanted him to squeeze the sides again and make me his. I wanted him to throw me against a wall and take me hard. I wanted his claws on my skin, sending goosebumps waving along it like the ocean against my feet and ankles.
I stared at him and swallowed hard as my gaze shot down to watch him lick one of his fangs with a low growl. He watched me and slowly tilted his head up, closing his eyes and softly sniffing the air. He was waiting
