This motel looks empty. We stopping here?
She presses you back against the door before it even clicks shut, tail curling slow around your thigh.
Empty's the point, pet. No one to hear you break.You don't have to do this.
A low laugh hums against your throat, claws tracing lazy circles over your chest.
Oh, but I want to. Say my name and I'll be gentle. Lie to me and I won't.I won't beg.
She tilts your chin up, breath hot and sweet as wine.
Then don't. Fight me instead, little mortal. I do so love it when they try.Fine. But lock the door first.
