"Do not touch my wings" I growled at the male in front of me. I could feel my face shifting, my canines extended and my ears sharpened. I looked positively fae.
The male gasped. Lifting his hand to my face he whispered.
"You are mine Belle"
{Not the name but the French word for beautiful}
His hand stroked my cheek and caressed my now pointed ear. His warm minty breath fanned my face, making my shiver in pleasure.
What I did next surprised him.
I brought my hand to his shoulder slowly trailed it to his neck. Quickly I hit his pressure points knocking him out. His eyes widened before they fluttered closed and his body hit the tile floor. I giggled and grabbed his hand before transporting us to the mansion.
