[Warning: Unsettling Graphic Ahead. Read At Your Own Peril!]
As Lupe tried to wriggle free, Fergus tucked her hair behind her ears. With the most seductive smirk, "Oh, Lupe." He breathed. "Are you not tired of boring sex? Let's be wild, come on, hun. Allow us to explore. You are a wolf. You will heal." He winked at her.
Meanwhile, internally, all Fergus wanted was to inflict more pain on her. It took great strength and control for him to refrain from sucking her dry the moment a drop of her delectable blood touches his tongue.
However, when he thought of Isleen and how devastated she was by 'Liam's absence', he thought she might not be able to handle Lupe's death too. She already lost her house and probably lost more than she had done in a very long time.
Wait a second, was he worrying for Isleen right now? Him? Fergus?!
How?!
