“You should run away—far, far away to where we can't find you, because, my love, we are monsters. Predators. You’re a lamb surrounded by wolves.” 

“How literally is that?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper as my hands got woven into his hair, and I tugged hard. He groaned and I felt him thicken and pressed against my bottom. 

“How literally is what?” he asked, his voice shaking like he was struggling to hold himself back. 

“The wolves part,” I answered as ...