_ Bit Her

María José's blood was beyond euphoric. It was rich and warm and laced with something otherworldly. It spread through me like liquid fire, filling my veins and setting every nerve ablaze. 

If I was a vampire, I'd drain her without a second thought. 

We werewolves found no such satisfaction in drinking blood like vampires do, but why was I so fucking drawn to hers?

 Why did I feel like I was drowning in its intoxicating aroma, like a shipwrecked sailor succumbing to the siren's call?

My grip on her tightened, my body pressing her closer and unwilling to let her go.

María José gasped—but she didn't struggle.

She should have.

Instead, she let out the softest little whimper. I felt her fingers twisting into my hair, and my eyes blazed with need when she arched into me.

I groaned as I sucked. Fucking drinking her blood like it was fucking Tequila. 

It was madness.

It was bliss.