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Carved grooves of wood dug into her back, and a cry would have left her mouth if it hadn\u2019t been covered by something heavy and warm. Shadows draped the room with the exception of moonlight filtering through the open window, but even if plunged in total darkness, she would have known who had taken ahold of her.<\/p>\n

The knowledge thrummed deep in her bones, the scent of pine and earth washing over her exaggerated senses. Spiros glared, eyes dark and lips bared in a silent snarl. Snow dusted his hair and the shoulders of his windbreaker. His smooth, reptilian tail flickered behind him in constant agitation. Snowflakes continued to drift into the room, which seemed to be a wood paneled reading study, books lining the shelves muting the sound of voices and music from below.<\/p>\n

There was a feeling of complete isolation, as if they were adjacent to the world but not truly in it. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you call me?\u201d Sam\u2019s body was a creature separated from her control, shivering and trembling as she tried to press closer to him.<\/p>\n

The cold air reaching its tendrils from outside was a relief against her heated skin, but it was overwhelmed by the wave of want that threatened to drown her in the riptide. Spiros removed his hand so she could speak, but Sam had no words to share. When she started to slide down the wood, he grabbed both her arms and pushed her back against the closed door.<\/p>\n

Fury radiated from the demon, but Sam didn\u2019t care. She was barely a person, a simple thing of balled flesh that forgot how to beg, so it trembled with a need that bordered on grief. He\u2019d known to come to her. He always knew. And some bestial part of her reveled in the knowledge he would come running. \u201cI m-made it worse,\u201d she said through hitched breaths. \u201cSo much worse.<\/p>\n

Didn\u2019t th-think.\u201d Sam closed her eyes; it didn\u2019t help much, but it put a filter on at least one of her senses, so she didn\u2019t feel so alien in her own skin. \u201cPlease. I need\u2026please\u2026\u201d She babbled, desperate and afraid and yearning, the ache so deep she feared it would split her in two. \u201cPlease\u2026 I\u2019m sorry\u2026\u201d \u201cOkay.\u201d His rough edges were gone, a kind of tired defeat taking their place.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d Pulling back only far enough to reach the front of his trousers, he unbuckled his belt and yanked down the zipper. His bulge was prominent and eager, a reaction Sam knew by now was solely tied to his hunger, but it didn\u2019t matter. Like a trained response, saliva flooded her mouth at the sound of his belt unbuckling, and her muscles coiled like a predator about to spring on its prey if it made the wrong move.<\/p>\n

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But he\u2019d forgotten what it meant to live. As if everything was designed to overload his senses\u2014colors, smells and temperatures bombarding him from every angle until he wanted to scream. Perhaps all babies felt the same about their first push into existence.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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