April had to admit one sinful thought that her flattering heart was enjoying the madness, aggressiveness that Luke was passing her through the blazed fangs of him. At first, she was slowly struggling like a frightened kitten whose paws scratched under the hem of bedsheets. His fangs went deeper inside her skin and started sucking a flow of purple liquid enthusiastically.
As the moments passed away, it had come to her realization that her body was regaining back her lost strength. Thus her momentum paused abruptly as a frown of curiosity surfaced through her face. She was dumbfounded and could finally understand the fact that Luke was helping her recovering on.
But how could an average vampwolf possess such immense power to cure venom from a werewolf's bed?
