I feel his elongated canines scratching my skin. In response I shiver in anticipation, but he doesn’t bite, only nibbles, looking up at me with eyes... darkened by desire. I look back at him. "Do it David. I want to feel your teeth in me again.” He sinks his teeth deep into my breast, suckling my nipple as he drinks from me. The sight is totally erotic. I feel the now familiar heat spreading from my breast, setting me on fire, gathering in my swollen sex. “Ah fuck,” I cry out as he starts moving. Six men, with or without clubs, were no match for four enraged werewolves. Every one of them lost an important segment from his throat before he could turn and run away.We morphed back into human form and dragged the thieves into the depths of the alley. We stowed the amber anywhere convenient and left the town without further delay. We kept up a steady pace as long as the horses could hold out, and we were able to put a considerable distance between us and that accursed town. My only regret. It had excellent parking, a nice deck and it was three times bigger than any of the apartments that I had looked into. The furnishings were brand new – if not a little tacky. And my neighbors were the social security set, not a biker gang. So it was quiet as a grave – in some respects, close to literally if you catch my drift.On Tuesday I moved all of my portable stuff into my new residence. My last night in our McMansion was ghastly. Every ghost and haunting memory of happier days paraded. He wanted access to the safe. He and his men ransacked the place and took four days to do it. They left me tied up for days, and I’d have died if Shield-Captain Smith, who was investigating the case hadn’t become suspicious and broke in.”“Prince Byron was long gone by then. Ten days later, when an exhausted Ricky got home, his family had been dead for at least that long. No one but Ricky and Shield-Captain Smith believed me that it was Byron and his friends who had beaten and raped me and.