“Riley...”

I shifted under the sheets and rolled over, pulling the blanket defiantly over my head. It was too early to wake up. Even though there weren't any windows in the room, I could tell the sun was still in the process of setting. Who dared to wake me? A hand caressed my covered shoulder and prompted me to sigh.

“Riley, I've got your breakfast.”

With a groan, I stretched out my limbs and allowed the blanket to slide down my face. Forrest was sitting on the edge of my bed with a couple of squirrels. He waited patiently as I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. As the blanket slipped down further, his eyes went wide and he turned immediately.

I looked down to find my blouse hanging open. One of my breasts was freely hanging out of the edge and I covered myself instantly, turning red as I stammered in response.

“I'm so sorry!” I cried.

“No, it's alright. It's just your body. I didn't mean to, uh...”

The squirrels tittered and he stood from the bed to walk across the room.

“Take your time,” he said. “No rush. I can leave these here.”

I tucked away my breast, fixed my blouse, and rustled my hair. How did I even look?

“No, it's fine. I'm presentable now,” I responded.

Shifting from one foot to the other, Forrest turned around. He extended his arm with the squirrels that were still tittering. They looked like they were getting nervous. I took them gratefully and patted them as I cradled them in my lap, stroking their heads gently until they became hypnotically calm. I stared down at the beautiful little creatures and felt a knot form in my stomach. I couldn’t exactly call myself a vegan anymore, considering I had killed and eaten a living creature. I wondered if I could find a way to spare them as my finger stroked one of their backs as it calmed.

Forrest returned to his seat on the edge of my bed.

“You really have a way with them,” he commented.

“I'm not even sure how I'm able to do this. It must be one of my powers blossoming,” I said with a shrug.

“Seems like a great power to have.”

I smiled.

“I wish I had other powers like flying or mind-reading or even the ability to cloak myself,” I sighed. “But I can make animals feel calm, so that makes me feel a little better.”

As I whispered my vegan prayer, a twitch of guilt rang in the back of my mind. Tentatively, I nicked one of the squirrel’s necks, a tiny bite in a strategically placed spot. I drank the warm liquid, but not so much as to drain him dry. When I pulled away, the creature still moved. I relaxed back into my cushions with my satiated smile, watching the small thing as it stirred, life still within him.

“Huh,” I said, smiling. It looked as if I had just solved my moral dilemma.

“That’s one way to deal with it,” he smirked at me, shaking his head. “Looks like the little guys are fine.”

Forrest collected the squirrels and set them on the far table, mocking-up a small enclosure with surrounding furniture. While I relaxed, he came back and leaned over my legs and made himself comfortable, propping his head up on his hand.

“Do you remember what I told you the first time I brought you in this room?” he inquired.

I nodded.

“Not to be bold, but there’s something about you that I’m drawn to. I can see it with the others as well. There’s something about you that is alluring to us, and I’m finding it hard to stay away from you,” he continued.

I bit my lower lip shyly and gazed at my delicate fingers that were gripping the bed sheet.

“I’ll admit I’ve felt something since I first got here,” I said quietly. “Which is strange for me. I don’t quite understand it, it’s more… uh, primal, I guess, than anything I’m used to.”

“Well, you're a fang now. A different kind of fang. Feelings are going to process differently for you, I imagine,” he supposed.

I considered. I fought with the urge to hold onto my vampire ways, the rules impressed upon me by the coven. I was with the wolves now, and it was adapt or die. Fortunately for me, adapting meant I could have some fun.

“I wonder what touching will feel like,” I finally replied.

Embarrassed, I bit my lower lip to keep anything else from escaping my naughty lips. A mischievous smirk crossed his lips as he eyed me carefully, his eyes lowering down my torso and to my fingers that were nervously scrunching up my bed sheets.

“We could always find out,” he whispered huskily.

His fingers slid across the sheet and up my arm to my cheek. He stroked it gently, causing another shy grin to appear. As his thumb slid over my chin and caressed my lips, I moaned into his hand. My breath heated his skin. Did I feel cold? I wasn't sure if my temperature would be warm compared to him, especially considering that my vampiric state was much different than the other fangs.

I hissed. Forrest was leaning forward and his breath was on my lips. How had he gotten so close without me noticing? It was as if he moved faster than I could see. But shifters weren't gifted with such movement...were they? His hand fell over my shoulder, down my arm, and moved part of my blouse to reveal the very top of my breast. I shuddered under his touch.

A clever thumb ran over my chest and slid down towards my hardened nipple that protruded from beneath my blouse. He stroked it in circles at first, gentle twists that nudged me into a heated fit of breathing. My breasts swelled with each stroke, each breath, giving audible life to my arousal. He positioned himself between my legs while pushing each thigh aside with his free hand as his lips danced lightly over mine. He was teasing me—and I liked it.

I cooed as his lips finally made their mark on mine. They danced over my bottom lip, sucked dutifully on the vulnerable skin, and then dove beneath my chin to impress his affection. His lips soothed me. They trailed down my neck and rested just above my breast as his hand dipped down my waist. When he tickled my torso, my breathing shifted. His fingers danced over my pelvis and teased the hem of my leggings.

As his eyes locked with mine, he breathlessly asked, “May I?”

I nodded eagerly. Painfully slow, his hand slipped beneath the band of my leggings and stroked the front of my panties. They were already wet. The anticipation made me writhe with desire, my hips pulsating into his hands as he worked. I couldn't bare it much longer. As his fingers encircled my chin, I shimmied out of my leggings and cupped the front of his jeans. He was hard.

Without hesitation, his fingers slid beneath my panties and caressed my soft flesh. I was brimming with heat. Each stroke inspired me to writhe beneath his touch, yanking at the button holding his jeans together. I slid them down his hips and welcomed his warm cock into my grip, gently squeezing it as he came to full mast.

His breathing became ragged, turning from feverish panting into fierce growls. Warm breath met the nape of my neck as he nipped at my flesh. I shivered while he decorated my shoulder, pushing my blouse down further in order to graze my nipple with his tongue. I hissed as he sucked on my delicate flesh and leaned back against the pillow, succumbing to his touch.

While suckling at my breast, his fingers worked slowly inside me, pushing between my folds in order to penetrate me deeper. I pressed my hips forward as he sunk deep and pressed his thumb against my clitoris. He massaged in circles while his fingers worked inside me, causing my legs to spread wider. I dug my nails into his shoulders and ground into him hard.

“Get inside,” I panted. “Please, just get inside.”

He withdrew his hand and carefully positioned his cock against my entrance, sliding the head excitedly against my flesh. I squirmed as my body grew ready for him. It encouraged him to sink inside with ease, his girth parting my flesh and causing me to gasp. I looked down at our intertwined skin and watched him slide in and out of me. I was enamored with the sight. When I raised my gaze to his eyes, he was looking at me with a sparkle in his eye that I hadn't seen before, one that made me melt immediately.

That look was one of complete admiration. It caused my heart to flutter, even though it was hardly beating. But that look seemed to bring me life. Every kiss gave me breath, each touch made me warm, and his body made me feel like I was alive again. I was brimming with life beneath him and he gave it to me freely, giving vital breath to every motion.

“I think I...” My words were met with a kiss, instantly silencing me.

As he rocked back and forth into my body, he pulled away from my lips and whispered, “Me, too, Riley. Me, too.”