The Bad Boy Found A Stain Of Blood In My Bed! ☑️

XXVIII. So Yeah, We're Mates

SANDRA'S P.O.V.

"BITCH, WHERE WERE YOU?! THE 20 HOURS HAVE ALREADY PASSED BY!" I appeared at Klinton's side, sobbing.

"Oh fuck. So everything I did... Was for nothing!" He complained, looking down.

"What were you doing that took you so fucking long?!" I asked rudely, sobbing.

Klinton blushed redder than a tomato. "Nothing, uh... Forget it! Um, at least you're out of prison now!" He said, engulfing me in a hug, but I pushed him.

"Bitch! You have no idea of what I went through in that place! I was fucked by small dicks, I got into a fight with some whores in the showers, and worst of all: they made me wash the dishes. THEY. MADE. ME. WASH. DA. DISHES!!!" I sobbed harder at saying that part.

"O, that's terrible." He said, giving me a sympathetic look. I glared at him before some police officer passed by and slapped Klinton's butt.

"You were amazing last night, handsome." The officer said with a smirk.

"Dafuq?"

"Oh, um... That officer is crazy, lol! Don't listen to him, heheheh." Klinton laughed nervously and ushered me out of the police station.

When we were out, we stood by the road in silence.

"Um... Sandra?" He asked.

"What."

"I... I think I'm ready so we can get married."

I looked at him. "Really?"

"Yes." He said with a smile.

"Okay. We will do it as soon as we get to my mansion." I assured him. He smiled like a happy puppy with his wiggling tail, literally, since he's a werewolf. We took a taxi and it drove us to my mansion.

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"Ah! Oh! Sandra, t-that hurts! Ah!"

"Okay, stop whining. They're already out."

I pulled out my fangs from his neck, leaving a mark on it. I licked the blood and now it was ready.

"Done. Now, you to me."

"Okay." He said, standing from his kneeling position. He leaned in to kiss my neck slowly.

"Oh come on, just stab them already." I urged him.

"Okay." He took a deep breath. "Here I go."

He bit me harshly with his canines, almost as if he was going to eat me.

"AAAAARGGHHH!" I yelled.

"I-I think they don't want to stab!" He said worriedly.

"Then bite harder!"

He did as I told him and he finally stabbed his canines. We felt a force running through us, indicating that we had successfully marked each other as official mates.

I wiped the blood from my neck and licked my hand. Then I spat. I taste so badly. My vaginal blood was better.

"So when are we going to get married?" Klinton asked me.

"Tomorrow."

"T-Tomorrow?"

"Yup. It will be outside the school. Everyone will be invited. It will be our classic cliché wedding where we'll say I love you while we kiss under the rain and stuff."

"Oh... So what do you say if... Maybe... Um... You know... We celebrate now that we've marked each other as mates?" He asked shyly.

I smirked. "You naughty puppy." I pushed his chest and threw him onto the bed sexily.

"Wait... I was wondering if I could fuck you in wolf form."

I widened my eyes. "BITCH YOU'RE SO FUCKING SICK! I'm not a zoophilic!"

He looked down sadly. "S-S-S-Sorr-"

"Stfu."

And so we made "love" until Klinton came every two minutes and I fell asleep.