WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- A shifter will only have mate from their kind, but what happens if you are the last creature of your kind? Lycan. He is the last of his kind and is the most terrifying type of shifter. But, as scary as he was, he was alone. However, in order to survive, you don’t have to be the strongest, just deadliest. *** He looked at her like he had never seen anyone before. The sight of her calmed the rush in his ears, the beat of his heart and finally he was able to focus again… “She is no longer your responsibility. She is mine to deal with now,” the lycan said.
Zuri was high out of her mind, she giggled and then kissed Khaos, licking his lips and bit on his neck. She looked very happy, but it was because of the drug in her veins, where she couldn't even live without it.
"Light it up for me." Zuri raised the packet and then made Khaos to burn it, letting the sweet white smoke twirled in the air, just like the shadow that surrounded Khaos. "They look beautiful together," Zuri stared at the white smoke from the drug and the shadow.
"They are," Khaos whispered, as he nibbled on her chin.
"I want more of it," Zuri replied, she tilted her head to the side, so Khaos could get more access to taste her. "This makes me feel good. Give me more…"
Khaos stared at he for a while, it was hard to tell what was in his mind right now. "Sure, I will give you everything that you wanted."
He caressed her cheek and pinned her to the bed.