"Here..." He growled hoarsely as the slider and pull fell from the zipper teeth, hitting the saloon floor with a soft tingle.

Angelina's eyes widened. He had just exceeded her expectations again.

Here she was, expecting something on the lips, but his crazy head was thinking far from it. Her pussy?

She quickly grabbed his hair, trying to pull his head back.

"No. You can't…"

"I'm not giving you a choice here, either," he replied, tilting his head up to look at her.

Just like last night, she saw the devil, she saw carnage, and the raw need to satisfy his dark appetite. He wasn't human, obviously.

No normal person...