"Woah!"
Lydia gasped as I wrapped my arms around her and twisted us over, forcing her down beneath me.
My body pressed her into the ground, my aura flaring just enough to pin her in place.
She only grinned, sly and wicked, crimson still glistening on her lips.
She licked the crimson off of her lips with a seductive glint in her eyes and tried to lunge up at my neck again.
"Enough, Commander Lydia," I said, holding her shoulders firm.
But she pouted like some spoiled child denied candy, her strength surging as she kept pushing, desperate to sink her teeth in again.
That's when I heard it.
The low, rumbling growl of the mammoth.
"Oh, shit," I muttered, freezing. "We should be moving."
I turned back to Lydia, only to find her glaring at me like I'd just stolen her favorite toy. Her crimson eyes burned with hunger.
"It's my blood, you piece of...vampire!"
She flared up her strength as her soft lips got closer to my neck again.
