I raise zombies, and the dead leave me alone. Nathaniel wrapped his hand around my breast and dug his nails into my flesh. I smiled up at him. It crawled inside and played along my skin, made me shiver, and God help me, I turned back and looked.
The movement put his body farther away from mine, and that helped me think, too. The fur was thinner on his chest, stomach, groin, but the skin was warmer, almost hot against my naked body, as if in this form his blood ran hotter. I'd never just turned to Nathaniel because I wanted him. And I fed, I fed the ardeur, and hadn't even known it was coming.
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