Somewhere between darkness and light, Lydia felt herself being pulled, like a fragile rope caught in a violent tug of war.
The two men were kneeling on either side of the woman as if she was some sort of deity to worship, both holding her hands.
"It's your fault that she has become unconscious. We need to get her to the hospital immediately." Jason Cruz, the broader man with claws and golden eyes growled.
"There's no need for that. A drop of my blood will instantly get her up and healthy. Step back, let me take care of my woman!" Maxwell Salvador, the man in the immaculate suit snarled, baring his fangs at Jason.
"Don't you dare put your filthy blood in her. She is my mate." Jason's golden eyes burnt with rage.
"If you taint her with your cursed veins, I'll rip your head off." He added with a growl.
The vampire's eyes blazed hotter at that then something came to his mind and his eyes twitched.
"Try it!" He dared him, a mischievous smirk making its way onto his lips. He was going to teach the young werewolf that he was older than him in every way.
Maxwell bit into his other wrist and leaned over to drop some of his blood on Lydia's parted lips but Jason stood up, releasing his grip on the woman to go grab the vampire's neck in fury.
Maxwell had expected that; Jason who seemed to have forgotten how fast vampires could be, especially the aged ones reached out only to grab the air.
The vampire had picked up Lydia in his arms, instantly disappearing into the night before the werewolf could blink.
"Hooowl!" The wolf's howl of fury threatened to split the sky.
"You dirty bloodsucker, I will tear down the entire city to find you." Jason growled before shifting into his giant black wolf and running off the accident scene.
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When Lydia's eyes fluttered open again, she thought she had been transported to heaven.
A chandelier glittered above her like a cascade of stars and her body was cradled by silk sheets softer than anything she had ever touched.
Her eyes left the ceiling to look around the white room that seemed endless and that was when she saw him.
A shirtless man, with hard six packs on display, leaning so close to her face: his body bent over hers on the bed.
He was so close she swore he was counting the hairs in her brows. His beauty was unreal, the kind of perfection that hurt to look at. Sharp jaw, eyes like crimson storms, lips curved as if he were tasting her already.
Lydia gasped, startled, but her gaze refused to leave his.
She should have screamed. Instead, her heart pounded, her throat locked, and her chest rose and fell too fast.
"Is it because of his mesmerizing beauty?" She wondered why she couldn't pull her gaze away.
"You're awake!" He said softly, and the joy in his voice was unsettling. Not joy like a stranger seeing a stranger.
No, it was joy like a starving man tasting food after centuries.
His hand reached to touch her cheek, his fingers cool and impossibly elegant.
The moment his skin brushed hers, a bolt of energy surged through her veins and she felt it even in her core. It wasn't normal: it was like fire and lightning tangled together, burning and sweet, frightening and addictive.
Instinctively, her thighs rubbed together and that was when she noticed something:
Her limbs no longer ached. Her chest no longer burned. She felt alive, more alive than she had ever felt.
"I… I'm not dead?" She whispered, dazed.
"Far from it. Now, nobody, not even death will be allowed to lay their hands on you." The man said softly, the confidence in his voice making Lydia's breath hitched.
He helped her sit up and her gaze darted around, desperate for an anchor. The massive mirror across the room caught her attention and the reflection staring back at her was not the Lydia she remembered.
Smooth skin. Youthful glow. A face so breathtaking it belonged on magazine covers. Long, glossy hair spilling around her shoulders. A body slim, firm, utterly different from the sagging, neglected shell she had known.
She stumbled from the bed, rushing toward the mirror, her hand flying to her face.
"This… this isn't me. I---God, what is this?" She thought desperately and her mind settled on one possibility.
A rebirth?
"I have been reborn?" Her voice broke on the last word, trembling with awe and disbelief.
Before she could think too deeply, the man's arm wrapped securely around her waist, pulling her back toward him. His embrace was firm, overwhelming, his sharp and intoxicating scent engulfing her entirety like a delicious fruit.
"Mine! Don't you ever leave my side." He whispered against her ear, burying his head in her hair as if she had gone out of his sight for years.
"Wait... Who are you?" Lydia asked, wanting to get out of his hold but her body was betraying her.
Heat surged low in her belly, foreign and frightening. She had never been touched by a man before, yet now her body ached, pulsed, begged for something she didn't understand.
Her breaths came in ragged gasps. She should push him away, she knew she should. But she couldn't. Every nerve screamed when he touched her, every inch of her seemed to melt under his hand.
He turned her to face him, bending his neck slightly, his nose brushed her forehead then her nose, then lower, lingering as his chest rose and fell with uneven restraint.
His nostrils flared, and he let out a guttural sound, half a growl, half a moan, that vibrated against her skin.
"Fuck, you're driving me insane. It's your fault I can't control myself." He said, his voice ragged.
Her lips parted, but no words came- only a helpless, breathless sound she didn't recognize as her own.
Then without warning, without asking, his lips roughly took hers like they own them.
Lydia was taken aback. To her human's mind, this was violation but she found herself pressing her body tightly against his, her core becoming wet already.
And he hadn't even kissed her for more than a second!
He bit down on her lower lip and her lips parted further, giving him access to her tongue which he sucked like it was his favorite candy.
"Uhmm..." Lydia was already out of breath but the man didn't seem to be lacking oxygen. Then as if he knew how she was feeling, he pulled back letting her catch her breath for a second. Afterwards, he pushed her to the bed.
"What..." She couldn't question his intention before he crashed over her, his weight caging her. She could feel every part of him pressing into her: especially the huge bulge pushing against his pants.
For the first time in her life, Lydia wasn't cold or lonely. She was consumed.
His lips resumed their assault on hers: licking, biting and sucking while his hands got lost on exploring her body. One hand reached to fondle her breast through her blouse while the other slowly went down to her core.
His fingers shifted her panties aside and one of them entered her wet folds instantly.
She gasped but before she could say jack, he had added another finger then they began to slide in and out of her wetness smoothly.
Her body kept responding to this strange sweet sensation and her fluid trickled down his hand, relentlessly.
Strange sounds left her mouth in pure ecstasy.
Then suddenly, she felt an overwhelming urge to pee but not from the usual place, from her rosebud--- her first orgasm!
She raised her head and let out a scream, her body jerking as he fingered her to oblivion. His gaze was on her eyes, watching her fall apart from the pleasure.
After a few seconds, she became calm and he removed his fingers. She thought it was over but something bigger and fatter than the fingers were back to her folds, stretching her.
"Oh my God!" She moaned, feeling a slight pain at being stretched so much by his manhood.
He stopped moving when he had reached the end of her walls, letting her adjust to his size before pulling out completely only to enter her again sharply.
Lydia screamed but her pain was replaced by pleasure when he started going in and out of her, her wet slick accomodating him like she had done this before, like it was built for his huge size.
"I want to be lost inside you..." He grunted as his pace grew faster, pounding her as if he was going to break her.
Her back arched, her belly tightened as she reached her second orgasm yet he didn't slow down.
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After a whole hour, Lydia was finally released by this man who had made love to her like a starving beast would gulp down his food.
She had come four times!
Now, he was holding her in his arms tenderly like an egg, looking at her as if she were made of magic.
"You must be hungry from our exercise. Let me get you something to eat." He said softly, tucked her well, then walked out of the room.
Immediately the door closed, Lydia released a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.
"Did I just allow a stranger ravage me like... some cheap, deperate woman?" Her chest tightened, shame clawing at her.
Immediately she made up her mind. She couldn't stay. Not with the storm he brought. Not with how he effortlessly made her lose her senses and control.
Jumping off the bed, Lydia adjusted her dress and slipped out of the grand room.
Quietly finding her way out of the penthouse was difficult, but she managed.
Finally, she stepped outside only to meet what made her freeze.
A massive black wolf stood waiting in the shadows of the street. Its golden eyes gleamed, its chest rising with heavy, furious breaths. The moment it saw her, its lips curled back over sharp teeth.
A low, deadly growl rolled through the night.
Lydia's scream tore from her throat before she could stop it. The world spun, darkness rushed in, and she collapsed in fear.
The wolf padded forward, lowering its massive head. With surprising gentleness, it lifted her limp body in its jaws then disappeared into the darkness.