"What the hell are you doing, Ryker?" I asked Ryker when I saw him on the floor, lying on his back.
I was worried about what might happen to him, so I had to finish my bath quickly.
"You smell so nice," Ryker said, still sleeping. "I want to devour you," he added.
"You know that's not possible," I told him.
Suddenly, Ryker opened his eyes, but I was shocked when his blue eyes became darker and his canine teeth elongated.
"Mate! Mine! Mine!" Ryker said before getting up and jumping on me.
"W-wait! What are you doing?" I asked.
Ryker wasn't listening to me; instead, he carried me before he tossed me on the bed face first.
"What the fuck are doing?!" I shouted at him, and I started to get angry.
Suddenly Ryker followed suit.
I saw him sniffing me, and he would grin like a stupid antagonist in some movies I watch.
"Smells delicious," he whispered before he made me turn, now facing him.
