Warnings: Paranormal, Noncon,

Rafe

She’s beautiful when she’s asleep.

“That tea hit you hard, didn’t it?” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, wanting to touch her, and also wanting to see if she wakes up from the simple gesture. She doesn’t move.

“I’m sorry.” I trail my talons down her chest, her shirt ripping from the sharp points. “I’m sorry it has to be like this. You don’t understand my need. You don’t understand the constant battle inside me between all my beasts. You don’t understand how much I crave you. It’s… all-consuming.” I spread her shirt apart, my tongue sliding across my fangs when I see...