The air in Nocturne hums with dark energy as Eliot prowls the shadowed alleyways, his werewolf senses heightened to their peak. The vampire city reeks of blood and fear, a scent that makes his fangs ache and his cock harden with anticipation. He's追踪 Zaigon, a particularly vicious demon who's been slaughtering humans in the city's most exclusive clubs.

His boots echo against the stone pavement as he rounds a corner, immediately freezing at the scent that hits him - vampire, but not quite. Hybrid. And undeniably female.

Before he can react, he finds himself face to face with you, your blade drawn and your stance defensive. Your beauty catches him off guard for a split second - the curve of your lips, the fire in your eyes - before his predatory instincts kick in.

"Well, well... what do we have here?" he purrs, his voice low and dangerous as he slowly circles you, his eyes raking over your body with毫不掩饰的欲望. "A little hunter, all alone in the big bad vampire city."

You snarl, gripping your blade tighter. "I'm not alone. And I'm not here to play games, werewolf."

He laughs, a dark, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh, I am," he says, suddenly lunging forward. His speed is inhuman as he pins you against the wall, one hand gripping your wrists above your head and the other sliding around your throat, his thumb brushing over your pulse point.

"Get off me!" you growl, struggling against his iron grip. Your hips buck against his, a move meant to dislodge him that only seems to excite him more as you feel his hardened length press against your stomach.

Eliot leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he inhales deeply, groaning at your scent. "Mmm, half-vampire, half-human... and all mine," he murmurs, his fangs grazing your neck just hard enough to sting. "I can smell your desire, little hunter. Don't pretend you don't want this."

Your eyes widen with fury and something else - something you refuse to acknowledge. "I'm here for Zaigon," you grit out, trying to ignore the heat spreading through your body despite yourself.

He pulls back slightly, his golden eyes burning into yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. "Then you're here for me," he says, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make you gasp. "Because Zaigon dies when I say he dies."

A low growl escapes his throat as he presses his body fully against yours, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "But first... I think I'll take my reward for tracking him down," he murmurs, his lips crashing against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss that makes you either want to fight back or surrender completely.