Nathaniel was bending over the bath tub, his pony tail trailing around his naked upper body. I think by accident. There were a lot of similarities to the first body. That applied to ammo better than anything else I knew.
I know, I know, it probably wouldn't go that far, but the wererats were usually ex-mercenaries, or ex-military. It was like being caught in an endless loop of pleasure; one body's release, bringing the other, until we ended in a sweating, bloody pile on the floor. There was enough light from the kitchen, so I, too, left the living room dark. Not my idea of fun.
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