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Story: Feral Creed
Kill her for Dr. Acker.
Make me proud.
And before I can stop myself, I’ve tackled Lotus to the floor, and I have pressure on her skull, holding her head down as I grit my teeth together, thinking about tearing herapart.
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ARROW WANTS TOlose it, but I stop him. I push through our bond and hold him in place.
Calix is yelling.
I put up a hand and tell him to stay right there, no sudden moves. “He could snap her neck, okay,” I pant. “He could do it. Just stay still.”
“This is your fucking fault,” Calix says to me. “You said—”
“I know, I know,” I say. Carefully, I ease my way down onto the floor, right behind Striker. “Good boy, Striker,” I say, my voice higher, likehers.
If she came up the steps right now, God only knows what would happen, but she’s sedated down there. I’m okay. I know I’m okay.
I need to be okay.
I have my teeth, and I scrape them against Striker’s neck.
He stiffens.
“It’s okay, Striker,” I say. “Good boy. Take your alpha’s teeth.”
Striker turns on me. “I’m lead,” he says in a low and certain voice.
But I notice he’s lifted his hands from where he was holding Lotus down, so that’s good.
“Yousubmit tome,” he tells me.
“We’re going to see about that,” I say, and then I bite him.
It’s different than when I bit Arrow. He submitted to me right away, and it just felt right between us, like we were meant to fit together that way.
This is… not like that.
Striker is incredibly dominant, and part of me knows that. Part of me naturally wants to submit to him, so the bite, it feels wrong.
He’s fighting, not outwardly, but inside.
When I bit Arrow, I just rushed into him, like a flood of liquid light, and I filled him up and he liked it.
This… Striker won’tletme in.
I push anyway.
He pushes back. When he pushes back, it feels good. My balls get tight, and my cock feels like it’s going to burst out of my pants. I groan, clamping my teeth down harder, scrabbling to cup his crotch.
He tips his head back when I touch his hard cock, which makes my teeth tear at his skin.
He cries out.
I lap at his blood.
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