The next evening I called Paul. "Can I see you?"

"It's difficult right now. I'm a bloody mess, and it seems as if I'll never get to the end of biting and ripping flesh."

I could hear the exhaustion in his voice, and it caused me to worry about him.

"The wolf is showing me what to do, but it's anxious. When I think it's time to stop, it pushes me."

"Oh, Paul. Is it terrible?"

He sighed. "No. It's wonderful."

The succubus twirled inside of ...