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tremble on top of her.
Sensing her need, he took her from behind, filling her with his thick hardness.
Bucking her hips, Melanie’s moans grew louder.
    “Harder Thorne, fuck me harder,” she breathed, supporting herself on her elbows,
sticking her ass up, and grinding into Thorne’s cock. Reaching around, Thorne
cupped her breasts, excited by the sound of his balls slapping against her ass
cheeks. Pulling her hair, Thorne nibbled at her neck, fucking her so hard,
causing her pussy to spasm. Never mind, the amount of time, the heated fucking
was what they both needed, to quench their carnal desires, for now. Collapsing
in a sweaty heap, they lay, enter-twined in one another’s arms.
    Thorne reached for his leather pants, pulling out his cigarettes, lighting one
for Melanie and one for him.
    Melanie noticed for the first time the scars that decorated his arms. Some were
on his chest as well.
    “What happened to you? She asked. “Were you in some sort of accident, or a
fight?”
    I’ve been in my fair share of fights, with vampires, and werewolves, and other
creatures unknown to humans.” Thorne said dryly, piercing her soul with his
eyes.
    “What do you mean; creatures unknown to humans?” Melanie asked, clutching the
comforter. You seem to believe what you speak of,” she murmured, praying it was
not true.
    “Ah Melanie, it is ignorant of humans to believe that they are the only species
who dwell upon this earth. You know, as I child, when your parents spoke of
things that go “bump” in the night? Well, believe it. In New Orleans, there are
beings that exist within swamps, cemeteries, and other places humans do not
suspect. Well, I should not say all humans are ignorant to supernatural
presence. There are quite a few who possess the gift of “knowing.”
    “Have you always been a werewolf?” Melanie asked.
    “Yes, my ancestors derive from the sacred pack of the Black Claw Clan. We are
descendants of the Wendigo, and at one point in time, were almost extinct. Our
clan possesses more males than females; it has been that way for years.”
    “Wendigos, aren’t they derived from Algonquian mythology? Melanie asked in awe.
    “Yes, to be exact, I’m Chippewa. Centuries ago, my family migrated to New Orleans
to blend in with the creatures of the night, so to speak.” Thorne grinned,
flashing his bright smile. “Wendigos nearly became extinct, due to starvation in
Canada. Every now and again, I return to Canada, however, it pales in comparison
to New Orleans. Perhaps it is the fact that I was born in New Orleans.”
    “Wow, such a man of mystery,” Melanie grinned. You really have some heavy blood
ties going on. Amazing, I would never have imagined such creatures could exist.”
    “You will come to realize that many things do exist, especially if you hang
around me long enough,” Thorne chuckled. “Now, get some sleep, we have a long
day ahead of us, we’re checking out early and heading to the airport at 8 a.m.
sharp!”
    “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Melanie murmured, shaking her head while
looking at Thorne.
    “Well, believe it” Thorne insisted. “If you stay here, Raphael will claim you as
his. Vampires are vile and disgusting, well, some of them are, depending upon
their origins, and how well they have tamed their lust for blood. Our Black Claw
clan has the same cross to bear. I’m sure you are aware that Wendigos were
cannibals. It took an insurmountable amount of strength to control that
bloodlust within our clan.” Catching Melanie nodding off, Thorne reached for the
lamp, snapping Melanie out of sleep.
    “No Thorne, please leave the light on. I’ll be honest, I’m scared shitless. I
don’t want some vampire draining my blood and controlling my mind. After those
moments of Raphael possessing my mind and body, I felt drained, like an empty
shell, almost soulless!” Melanie’s voice rose high in