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He wished he could have savored her declaration of love, but there was no time for it now.

“Your bite won’t turn me. It can’t. I’m a vampire, Fallon. And I love you.”

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Avampire!

Fallon’s heart began to race out of control, even more out of control than it had the moment she’d realized that she was turning into a werewolf. Everything she’d ever known as the truth, as natural laws and science were being turned on its head.

She shook her head, as if by doing so she could make it all undone. As if she could simply wish away the fact that her ex-boyfriend was a werewolf, and her current boyfriend—if she could call him that—was a vampire.

An instinct emerged with her new body that told her that she should be afraid of Patrick, see him as a natural enemy. Where this thought came from, she wasn’t sure, but she felt it in her bones as if it was a law written into her DNA. Fight or flight were her choices. But she remained frozen as if her feet were glued to the floor.

Yet something moved inside her: the beast, the wolf she could hear howling inside her, wanted to be unleashed and defend itself. But why? And how?

Her human side fought against it, but she knew she was losing the battle that raged inside her. She would attack him.

“I love you, Fallon, with all my heart.”

His words sank deep into her and lashed against the wolf.

Words formed in her head, and she spoke them without having made a conscious decision to speak. “You’re a vampire…”

“Yes,” he said calmly.

She watched him take another step toward her. She should run now, but her body didn’t follow her mind’s order, even though she knew that if she didn’t flee now, she would do horrible things to him. Things that the wolf inside her wanted. To bite, to tear into his flesh, to make him submit to her.

With more effort than it should take, she lifted her arm to stop him from coming closer. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

Her eyes were filled with unshed tears making her vision blurry. “You don’t understand: I want to bite you… And I can’t hold the urge back any longer.”

A growl coming from deep inside her followed her last word, and she knew she only had seconds left before she’d transform completely and lose control. She felt her skin stretch, her bones break and readjust, and stared at her arms, noticing the chestnut-colored hair growing thicker—no, not hair: fur! Fur started to cover her skin. Her tight T-shirt suddenly began to rip at the seams, making space for her new body. There was no suppressing it any longer.

“Fallon, look at me!” Patrick demanded.

She jerked her head in his direction and realized that he stood right in front of her now. The urge to dig her claws into him was more than she could bear.

“Bite me now, Fallon, do it!”

Had he really spoken, or was she projecting her own wishes onto him to justify what she was about to do?

“Run,” she whispered, though she didn’t know whether the command was directed at Patrick or meant for herself.

The word had barely left her lips when she pounced. With her front paws, she slammed Patrick backward, making him lose his balance. He landed with his back on the bed, and she was on top of him, her extremities in wolf form, the rest of her body still human, except for her mouth, from which sharp fangs protruded. She went for his neck, plunging her sharp canines into his flesh, lodging them deep so he couldn’t escape. He was her prey now, she the predator. As she bit him, and his blood filled her mouth, she was surprised that Patrick made no attempt to fight her. Instead, she felt his arms around her torso, pressing her to him, holding her so tightly that she felt as if she were his prey.

Oddly enough, that feeling forced her to relax, to let go of the tension. Suddenly, new sensations flooded her consciousness, sensations that were foreign. With them, she felt arousal charging through her. Patrick’s blood tasted sweet, not metallic like human blood. She couldn’t get enough of his taste, of the rich viscous liquid that he seemed to share so willingly.

“I love you, baby,” Patrick cooed, tearing the ripped T-shirt off her.

She let it happen, in fact, she welcomed it. She wanted this, wanted him. With her sharp claws, she began slicing his clothes into rags, tearing them impatiently, yanking them off until she could feel his naked skin. The moment her bare skin connected with his, she dislodged her fangs from his neck and lifted her head, rearing back.

She stared at the deep wound she’d caused and recoiled. Panic rose inside her, but before she could voice her regret and concern for his wellbeing, Patrick pushed against her and rolled her so she found herself on her back.

He braced himself above her, a few remaining shreds of his clothes hanging off his body, while he ripped her panties off her. She noticed that his hands were claws now too, and while that revelation would have frightened her in any other situation, she realized that she had nothing to fear. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, and drew him to her center. His hard-on connected with her skin, and an instant later, he plunged into her with such force that she was surprised that she felt no pain.

“Patrick!” she cried out. “Yes!”