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that when a werewolf bites you, there’s intense pain, muscle spasms because they sink right through to nerves. They secrete something, venom, genetic material, saliva as potent as any other fluid on earth probably, into your body.
     
     
    And to a werewolf, that act is as intense as an orgasm. Another form of orgasm, actually. And they fucking hang onto it, knowing that you’ll fight it, which builds up their predator-on-prey psyche, which makes it all the better for them.
     
     
    Now, when they get on you like that, you’re pretty much dead. They’ll bite and hold you down until they finally have to rip their locking jaws loose, which, of course, is usually a horrific muscle tear for a person to take. It usually induces such traumatic shock that the victim dies. In fact, they usually have a short binging feast after the orgasm. A little bloodlust thrown in.
     
     
    Because, you know that wolves are meat eaters. Blood-lapping dogs. And the scent of fresh blood makes them wild.
     
     
    All I can say is...it’s probably a good thing I had no clue what was happening to me. The pain from his teeth shot through me. I arched, allowing the last of my juice to flow into Giselle, and couldn’t move. Paralyzed.
     
     
    That doesn’t always happen. Hood just happened to snap into me in the meat of my back, right near my spine.
     
     
    It was Giselle who said, “Don’t move.”
     
     
    Like I could have if I’d wanted to. The thought made me almost want to laugh, but it hurt too damn much.
     
     
    She warned, “He’ll shred you if you so much as--”
     
     
    I cut her off. “I can’t.” I gritted it out. Apparently, the only thing I could move was my jaw.
     
     
    Now, here’s a surprise. Giselle crooned a little to Hood. I don’t really know what those noises were, but they came from down inside her torso, made no sense. I never heard anything like it before.
     
     
    I felt him trying to relax.
     
     
    I thought, fuck, I’m paralyzed. What the hell did he do?
     
     
    The pain dissipated fairly quickly. That venom has some painkilling properties, I think. But that’s not proven. From what I hear, most people don’t live long enough to get to that part.
     
     
    So, I go limp. Effects of the venom working its way. I don’t know what they call it. DNA substance, something like that. They try to make it sound clinical.
     
     
    It’s their freaking monster serum, if you ask me.
     
     
    Turns normal people into werewolves.
     
     
    I know, bullshit. I thought so too. I still think it’s bullshit.
     
     
    Hood, somehow, pried his teeth loose without ripping me wide open. There’s a testament to the willpower of the man. Giselle said he ate before I came, was eating when I arrived, for just that purpose.
     
     
    I felt him lick the wound. I knew he was looking it over.
     
     
    There was no way in hell I was moving. Not that I could. His hand on my head eased up. I saw...claws, hairy appendages with long, viciously sharp looking nails.
     
     
    I may have wet up inside of Giselle. That fucking scared the shit out of me. In fact, it sounds awful, but I’m damn sure I did. Warmth trickled between us. Could’ve been the overflowing juices I’d let out inside her. Hood tensed again, and I felt him sniffing, listening.
     
     
    She sighed and buried her head in the carpet, and we all held the position for God knows how long, before Hood finally climbed off me altogether. I felt him over me, watching, waiting.
     
     
    He told me later that he had an urge to urinate on me.
     
     
    His property.
     
     
    I thanked God that I hadn’t been raped.
     
     
    Giselle said, “Relax.”
     
     
    I thought I was relaxed. I mean, I couldn’t move for shit. That had to be relaxed, right?
     
     
    “Want me to get him off of you?” Hood asked tightly.
     
     
    She chuckled. “No. Now that you’re off, I’m fine.”
     
     
    He grunted though, and I felt his hands--not claws--reach under me, grabbing by the