What do you do when you wake up naked on the streets, with no memory except your name?
Freya is a confused newly made werewolf.
Zayd is the ancient Vampire.
After 300 years of no wolves, the arrival of Freya confuses and intrigues Zayd. After doi...
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Freya's POV
The wind howled from outside, the sound of rain pounding on the glass. deep inside myself, I had an ache. A craving.
Not for food or blood.
I stood from the bed, and left my room, I knew where my feet were leading me. I knew what was coming, and I was gladly welcoming it.
I made it to my destination. My heart pounded in my chest. The wetness between my thighs, I wanted something so bad, it was killing me.
I knocked on the door. Without waiting for my approval, I went into his room, and saw him Layin asleep on the bed, his shirt in a puddle on the floor. I craved him more, his chiseled abs beckoning to me. I could hear his gentle heart beating in his chest. I moved closer to him, crawled into the bed with him. I leaned over and whispered his name in his ear, a husky growl from deep in my throat.
His eyes opened, his heart started pounding in his chest. I moved my lips from his ear to his lips. We kissed, instant passion. Our tongues played with the other, a dampness soaked through my panties.
He grasped me roughly, threw my slim body under his, quickly undoing his pants, he bent down, kissing me tender, his eyes red with lust. He growled against my lips, nipping my flesh.
Using his hands, he ripped my shirt off, revealing my firm breasts..
His pants came off, he lowered himself over me, positioning himself above me, and it happened, my wolf was claimed.
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Zayds POV
My senses were heightened. All I could smell was the beautiful wolf next to me. The sheets clung to her naked form, and everything from the night before flashed in my mind, my manhood growing firm at the thought.
Quickly I stood up, grabbed my robe and took a cold shower. I cannot believe it happened. I was vulnerable, and she was too. Did I regret it? No. Never.
My shower ended upbruptly when my water turned white hot. I stepped quickly from the tub, and dried off.
I could feel eyes on me, angry. I knew someone was watching me, and I didn't feel comfortable anymore.
I threw on my robe, ran to the bedroom, and Freya was gone. Fear shot through my body.
