Chapter 5

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"I will mark her as mine," Calhoun declared. 

Thomas' eyes widened, a moment of doubt flickered in his eyes, However, he quickly regained his confidence and challenged Calhoun, "Do you think of me as an idiot? I know you're bluffing! There is no way you'd claim a random girl as your mate!"

"A bluff?" Calhoun scoffed. He turned around to face Celine, who was still lying weakly on the wet ground. Without hesitation, he lifted her up and confronted the lanky vampire. "Then a live demonstration should prove you wrong."

Calhoun gazed at the woman in his arms, the moonlight reflecting her beautiful ocean eyes that stared back at him with a mixture of fear and awe. She had such a soft and delicate expression that made him want to protect and cherish her. She was thin and very pale. He could even see the veins on her neck.

She was like a graceful swan that had unintentionally wandered and strayed into his territory, destined to become his prey. 

"Stay still if you don't want to get hurt," Calhoun warned. 

"Wha—Ah!" Celine was shocked when Calhoun used his sharp nails to rip her hoodie, directly exposing her upper body under the moonlight. 

She instinctively crossed her arms to cover her chest, her face turning red. Whether it was because of shame or anger, she didn't know.

Fear coursed through her as she found herself vulnerable and at the mercy of this handsome werewolf. She worried about what he might do to her while she was at his mercy.

Calhoun's throat went dry, and he couldn't help but gulp. He hadn't expected her to be even more tempting without that ugly hoodie. 

And she wasn't even wearing a bra! 

He was captivated by her, leaning closer to her neck. Celine shivered when she felt his warm breath tickling her skin.

'Her scent is so sweet and fresh. No wonder that filthy vampire wants to drink her blood dry,' Calhoun thought. 'This is dangerous. The other vampires and werewolves will want to claim or feast on her. I have to mark her immediately. I have to make her mine.'

"W—What are you going to do?" Celine asked, her voice trembling. "Please spare me. I just want to look for my sister."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," Calhoun whispered. He glanced at the vampire, who was looking at them intently. Unfortunately, the vampire had heightened hearing, so revealing his secret to her at this moment was out of the question. "I'm just going to mark you mine."

"M—Mark? But I—I'm just a normal human girl. I'm not a werewolf!" Celine protested. She had no idea what it would mean to be marked by a werewolf, but it sounded like a life-changing situation.

She was just a normal city girl who had come to Helen's Creek in search of her sister, getting involved in dangerous supernatural affairs was not in her plans.

She was also terrified of getting hurt… or worse, killed.

"P—Please don't hurt me, I won't tell anyone, I swear!" Celine continued to beg, hoping that the man would let her go. 

Of course, once she was away, she would run back to her car and call 911 to raid this entire town, probably gunning down every vampire and werewolf they encountered as well. She could probably find her sister's corpse that way and bury her properly.

"It won't hurt for long. You'll feel good later," Calhoun assured her. He began by licking her shoulder, which sent shivers down her spine, before sinking down his fangs deep into her flesh. 

"AHHHH!" 

Celine's scream echoed through the woods. The first five seconds were excruciating, making her feel as if her soul had been ripped from her body.

But, gradually, her mind grew hazy, her vision blurred, and her body warmed up.

An inexplicable, tingling sensation began to course through her, strangely making her feel more and more comfortable.

Too comfortable, in fact, that she began to moan. She quickly closed her mouth as she tried to stifle the sounds that came out of her, but failed to suppress her growing pleasure.

"Ahn… umh… nnn…" 

Calhoun was no different. Marking a woman for the first time sent an electrifying rush through his body. Celine's moans further heightened the sensations coursing through him, intensifying the desire to mark her in a particular place. 

Instinctively, Calhoun tightened his arms around her. He helped cover her skin because he didn't want any other filthy eyes to see her beautiful body.

He had an overwhelming urge to do more right then and there, but he snapped out of it when he heard the vampire mutter, "You… you really marked her..."

Calhoun slowly retracted his fangs, and checked on Celine, who was writhing in his arms.

Celine opened her eyes and gazed up at Calhoun with her blue eyes glazed with tears, "What happened to me? Why do I feel so… hot…"

No longer covering her breasts with her arms, she lay languidly, awaiting whatever Calhoun wanted to do to her body.

Calhoun's heart raced as an instant arousal surged through him. His chest heaved, and his gaze traveled down from her eyes, to her nose, before settling on her lips. 

He simply followed his instinct and leaned down again. This time, he kissed her sweet lips, which tasted like an addictive nectar.

"Ah… umm…" Celine was too weak to resist, and she accepted his kiss. It was her first kiss, and it felt mind-numbingly good, leaving her yearning for more.

Their lips parted as Celine gasped for air. 

As Calhoun lifted his head, he was caught off guard when a crescent moon symbol suddenly appeared between her collarbones, glowing as brightly as the symbol behind Calhoun's nape. 

Calhoun's eyes widened and he muttered, "No fucking way…"