THE HOWLING ON THE MOON

The stranger kissed her so fiercely she almost couldn't breathe, and he caressed her back, causing her to tilt her head back in unexpected bliss. "Who are you?" Rakiza moaned between his kisses. Everyone had their first experience, but this man gave her the best. "I am your guardian," he groaned as he stroked his lips on her neck. And his kisses had the ability to draw out all the demons within her. Rakiza had never been touched by the opposite sex before, but this man was so swift to entice her that she moaned to seek more from him. His other hand was playing with her hair, and the other was masterfully fondling her bosom, as if capturing all of her attention and feeding her sexual need.  It was an odd kiss, but it was pleasurable, and it was her first euphoria with a man, Theodulf, a werewolf. They thought they were alone, but Nikolas the vampire was watching them in agony, waiting for the sun to sink behind the earth, allowing him to use all his strength to steal the girl he had marked as his own.