“I just stopped your wound from bleeding. I knew you would survive.” “I thought you were going to kill me!” I tell her. “Ha! It was close, I...almost lost control when I bit into you,” she explains. “You remember all of it?” I ask as she looks over my still naked body.“Of course, we aren’t like most werewolves,” she says as if that’s such a normal statement. “Besides, the point of the ritual isn’t to kill the tributes but to turn them into werewolves. You’re now well on your way to becoming one. " That triggered the start of the next song.When Lindsey's first song started, Francie Verbeek jumped to her feet and looked around frantically. Julia was hovering around the edges, saw the girl's distress, and guessed what the problem was. She knew it was Francie, even though they had not been introduced. She had made it a point to identify the Crozier, Verbeek, and O'Connell children as soon as they arrived. Mark Ventri had acted as host for the kids, causing Brooke Crozier to nearly. The scents of sweat, sex and sensuality filled air with a blue electricity. We joined again entwined in a hug, the kind of hug that feels stronger than steel our lips in a relentless pursuit to consume one another. The heat of our passion, reflected like light dancing on water, bouncing off one body and back to the other. Our hands could not go fast enough, nor slow enough to drink in the velvet softness of the flesh. The final disrobing was a slow deliberate loving act.My trembling fingers,. She raised her head from his shoulder and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. He turned his head toward her, and the second kiss she was going to place on his cheek, landed on his lips instead. Her eyes fluttered, and she looked away as a deep blush covered her cheeks. She turned her head, murmuring softly, ‘I’m… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean…’ He crooked a finger under her chin, turning her face back to his, and gently, he returned the kiss. Whispering in return, he said, ‘I know you didn’t..