He would never have had such an undesirable attitude before, was it the wolf's genes that influenced him?

"I'm not with that mermaid, Erik, can you sober up and get rid of the fever first?" She coaxed him softly.

Eric felt even more uncomfortable to hear her deceitful answer, staring at the worried face in front of him, thinking that the ambiguous collision they had had been a bad and pathetic joke.

The object of her dowry elopement was never him, she thought of the mermaid when she was drunk under the moon.

But he misunderstood...

"Why are you still lying to me?" He roared in pain, "Is it okay for any species to accept you?" Only me? I'm going to make you fearful, you're disgusted, I'm going to keep you away, isn't it? Because of my terrible identity. ”

"Eric, it's not me—" Serra was about to explain the kiss when the boy arched his back in vain, and a huge beastly roar erupted from his mouth, and he let go of her and jumped out of bed.

I heard a popping sound in the air, and all the crackling tables and chairs were smashed by sharp claws.

Serra was startled by the loud movement, and she curled up on the bed full of Eric's breath, unable to see clearly, but she knew that something had changed.

The tall figure that was supposed to be upright was gone, and it became a massive, beastly roar.

Eric is deformed.

Serra, who was prepared, was still dumbfounded, she felt that she should not have come so soon.

Werewolves transform at the age of 18 on a full moon night and become a person with the ability to shapeshift, and Eric is a year younger than her this year, and it is far from time for him to transform.

Because Losheed kissed her, and was bumped into and stimulated by him?

The probability is almost 100%.

The guilt in Serra's heart suddenly flooded like a tide, this happened too suddenly, and it really didn't give her any preparation to think.

"Eric."

She didn't know where he was breaking the furniture now, her fingers gripped the hem of her skirt and whispered to him.

Suddenly there was movement in the darkness ahead.

Under the heavy black fur, a pair of green pupils that seemed to glow stared at her.

Sierra sat on her bed with her back to the wall and watched as the mass of Eric, about the size of a horse, approached her.

A heavy, heavy and heavy claw rested on the bed, and soon, his hind limbs leaped, and the huge wolf body occupied the entire small bed.

The cot creaked.

Serra was stuck in the bed by his furry body, the huge head close at hand, and the beast's pupils without the slightest hint of human brilliance.

Eric, who transforms into a wolf, doesn't know how much sanity is left.

Now was Serra's most dangerous time, and her heart was pounding.

"Eric..."

She was met with the wolf's heavy breath and demonstrative grunts.

Serra licked her lips, her fingers touching its chin little by little, holding its head, and then dropping a soft kiss over the fanged mouth.

"Who said you scared and disgusted me?"

She sighed softly, completely ignoring his wolf form.

"You didn't even give me a chance to explain, you left your wallet and ran away."

Serra buried her face in his furry neck, "You thought it would scare me away, you underestimated me." ”

The beastly Eric sat on the bed, and the chaotic consciousness only needed a kiss from the maiden to return to normal.

Not being able to hurt her had become an implicit act, and he retracted his fangs, feeling her soft, white face hidden in his hair, and a gurgling sound came out of his throat.

"You're not afraid of me."

The wolf-body teenager finally spoke, and his grievances and unwillingness erupted at this moment, "I'm not afraid of vampires, I'm not afraid of mermaids, so I'm not afraid of me, and it's no different in nature." ”

Sierra stood on her knees on the bed with her thighs up, her hands around his entire head, and her body squeezed against him.

"You're not the same Eric, I really only wanted you at first." It was only later that the development deviated and she was forced to step on three boats.

"I really didn't lie to you, it's the truth." Her fingers reached deep into the hair on his neck like pinching the back of a pet's neck, grabbing the soft flesh on the back of his neck and pinching it.

The giant wolf in front of him forbade not to move, and his body was like rushing to open a switch on you.

The transformation speed only takes a split second as you like, and Serra's whole person spins around.

She was pressed to the bed by him again in human form, and just as she was about to take the opportunity to explain the kiss to him, Eric became a human and gagged her lips and stuffed all the words she wanted to say back in their original form.

His kiss was menacing, biting her lip painfully.

Serra felt like she was surrounded by a ball of flames, and she instinctively wanted to shrink back, but her back was already against the bed and there was no way back, and one hand was still pressing her waist, and she was firmly 'nailed' to the bed and could not move.

At some point, the big hand on the back of her neck forced her to tilt her head again, and the heavy breathing and jerky kisses of the other party made her dizzy.

Her hand slapped Eric's rocky back a few times, a soothing gesture that stiffened the man's body, followed by a transition from restraint to madness...

This kind of aggressive kiss that she has never received in Eric, and behind this side is the absolute vulnerability and love he shows to her.

He won't leave her.

At some point, Sierra thought vaguely.

Her brain began to starve of oxygen, and it is unclear when she fainted in bed.

Eric, who regained his senses, didn't know how long it had taken before he took her tightly in his arms and lay down on the bed.

He didn't have a wisp of it, and used his body to imprison the girl who was slightly disheveled, half-fainted.

The last rays of the evening swept over the last corner of the mountain, and the night crept up into the sky.

Serra, who had slept all afternoon, was woken up by the heat.

She sweated a lot on her forehead and the tip of her nose, and her dress was clinging to her body, giving her a slimy taste.

There was still no light in the room, and the sight was worse than it had been in the afternoon, and even the silhouette of the figure could not be seen.

Serra tried to move her arms, and found herself trapped in one arm with her hands.

The thick arm went around her and rested on her abdomen.

"Eric." As soon as Serra turned her face sideways and guarded her for the afternoon, her warm lips came up.

"Don't go."

Without waiting for her to say anything, he was the first to speak, his arms tightly gripping her like shackles and tightening tighter and tighter.

Even if he knew that Serra had kissed someone else, no matter how unwilling and angry he was, when she appeared in front of him, he lay on his bed and hugged him, he didn't want to let go.

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