I screamed as his fangs dug deeper into my neck. I felt it as my blood rushed to his mouth because of how hard he was sucking.
I’ve heard how painful it is when a vampire feeds on you. Despite being a werewolf, I preferred the fairy tale version of the feeding, where humans believed that being fed by a vampire was pleasurable. It’s not. It’s f*****g painful.
I tried pushing him away, but it did nothing. Not only was he stronger than me, but with every single sip he took, I grew weaker.
He detaches from me and stares at me with something akin to fascination.
“What are you?” he asked, his red eyes searing mine.
I don’t really understand the question. I am a f*****g werewolf; that should have been pretty obvious to him, but apparently not.
“Your blood..." he said, holding me upright as
