I gave myself to the feel of his mouth on my neck, the strength of his hands on my back, the press of his body against mine. But I didn't argue. It's not like I don't donate blood on a regular basis. I thought you said we had to all three be touching for this to work? I thought I would give you and Richard a chance to reacquaint yourselves before I joined you.
I frowned, then laughed, then frowned again. I should have known he was some kind of hustler. Most of the werewolves had known about the 1980 version, but almost no one had known about the original in 1950. He came off the wall snarling, fangs bared, his face thinning down, his humanity folding away, until what pinned me to the floor wasn't Damian.
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