The Demands of Draca

Lorena POV

I had never seen such an expression in Fenrir's eyes before. They had changed to a deep, intense red and were staring at me with longing, desire, and a hint of lust. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind to evoke such a sultry look. It made me yearn for his touch, imagining him pinning me against the wall, but my fantasies came crashing down when I felt a snap of fingers in front of my face.

"I see you're daydreaming about me, little human," he laughed heartily, sitting down beside me. "Would you like me to... be fuck you right now?" He placed his hand gently on my chin. Instead of speaking, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I can sense your desire," his fingers caressed my tangled hair. Rather than kissing me, he placed a tender peck on my cheek and inhaled my scent. "Now I understand what Fenrir enjoys. That cunning wolf," he muttered under his breath.

As he said that, I couldn't help but wonder why he was speaking of himself that way. I began to rele