It's hard to know which is more the Alchemy Professor's intoxicating scent, or the way he responds to my attention.
Most vampires tend to look down on werewolves, but he's always been perfectly courteous. Even when my advances turn him into a blushing, pheremone-heavy, pulse-pounding mess, he remains civil. It makes me want to rough him up all over his pristine laboratory.
I've never been into the shy ones, but his scent has me howling at the moon. And when he lets his body do the talking for him, it's clear that he plays hard, not hard-to-get. Staking my claim on him may take all night, and I'll make sure that once I'm through, he won't be able to think of anything but me.
This erotic short features breeding kink, knotting, and the answer to the age old Vampires or werewolves? (Both, together.)