When he suddenly pushed me against the wall.
My back suddenly hit the cold hard brick wall. He pushed me with such force, catching me off guard. "Did you really think you could get away that easily" he said pushing himself closer to me. "If you think of screaming for help then your in for it", that thought suddenly disappeared from my mind.
"Let go of me" I demanded, he didn't answer but instead laughed.
"What do you want?" I asked trying not to sound scared..which I was a lot. His head moved down to my ear "you" he whispered.
I froze in place. I wish I could escape his hold, but his hands were tightly gripped onto me. He slowly started to bring his hand up to my face, he was about to touch me when I moved my head away from his hand.
He just quietly chuckled, I couldn't move or resist his touch. The back of his hand came in contact with my face, slowly stroking it. "Don't touch me" I said through clenched teeth, he completely ignored me "your even more beautiful up close" he whispered.
His touch was surprisingly light, but his hand was rough telling me had been in fights before. His hand suddenly started to trail down my neck, moving my hair behind my ear. "I could tell you like my touch" he looked at me, his hood was still hiding his face so I couldn't see it completely. "No I don't, now will you please let me go" I spat trying to push him away from me but he wouldn't budge.
"Yes you did, you relaxed under my hand", fuck this guy was good. But still I really need to get away from him. I was getting really frustrated now. "I was just getting started, did you really think that would be it?" I was about to ask what that meant, when his lips suddenly crashed into mine.
They tasted like smoke, and other unknown substances which scared me even more. I was now desperately trying to get out of his hold. But his one hand had my right wrist pinned to the wall and our bodies were extremely close, trapping me between him and the brick wall.
His lip ring was cold and it felt very uncomfortable. Who am I kidding?! All of this
is very uncomfortable. He was persistent and I didn't dare want to kiss him back. I tried moving my face away but to no prevail.
Our lips disconnected briefly "fucking kiss me or this will never end" he growled, after his threatening, I instantly obeyed him. His hands now moved to to my waist squeezing hard, making me gasp from the sudden pressure. Taking this as his advantage he stuck his tongue into my mouth, this is the most disgusting thing ever. I had no choice but to go along.
His tongue went all over my mouth but soon was out, I decided it was my turn. I grabbed his lip ring and started to pull on it. Moaning was all he was doing, a few escaped my mouth but I highly doubt he heard them. I continued to pull on his lip ring when I suddenly tasted something metallic..oh shit.
He pulled away and brought his hand to his lip, examining it I could tell that wasn't very smart of me "you wanna play like that" his fingers went to my lips wiping his blood on them. I tried to fight the urge of crying. His head went down to my neck when I felt a sudden pinch, I cried out and his hand was suddenly over my mouth.
Biting my neck, he began to push me further up the wall. Sucking hard, his tongue began to run over the skin he broke. His other hand made its way over to my ass and was gripping that hard too.
When was it going to end?
I didn't realize I was heavily panting, I felt him disconnect from my neck and he went to my ear. "There, now everyone can know that your mine" he was slightly panting too. I was speechless of course. I felt his grip lighten but he was still standing in front of me. "W-who are you" I stuttered out.

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Werewolfwere·wolf ˈwe(ə)rˌwo͝olf/ noun 1. (in myth or fiction) a person who changes for periods of time into a wolf, typically when there is a full moon.