Bitten in Blood

Bitten in Blood

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Holly Clarence is a cat demon witch looking forward to becoming a writer. She takes a poetry class. Her teach is hot and wants her. He's a wolf demon and wants her but he doesn't know what she is and when he finds out will he run or accpt it. Also someone is stalking Holly. She hides in the shadows

Summary

Holly Clarence is a cat demon witch looking forward to becoming a writer. She takes a poetry class. Her teach is hot and wants her. He's a wolf demon and wants her but he doesn't know what she is and when he finds out will he run or accpt it. Also someone is stalking Holly. She hides in the shadows

Chapter1 (v.1) - Here Kitty Kitty

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Holly Clarence is a cat demon witch looking forward to becoming a writer. She takes a poetry class. Her teach is hot and wants her. He's a wolf demon and wants her but he doesn't know what she is and when he finds out will he run or accpt it. Also someone is stalking Holly. She hides in the shadows PLEASE READ AND COMMENT

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: August 04, 2014

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Chapter One

Holly Clarence sat in the front row. She was taking a poetry class. Holly was nervous. It was her first day. Holly hoped no one saw through her disguise. Holly was a cat demon. Also half witch. Holly had black cat ears and black bushy cat tail. She had a human woman body.

Holly used a cover spell to hide her demon side. Holly had her long red hair in a braid. Her dark brown eyes scanned the chalk board. It was Edgar Allan’s poem “ The Raven.” Holly always wanted be a writer. She wanted to take creative writing but it was full.

Mr. Best walked back up to the front of class. He sniffed the air. He held back a growl. He could smell a cat. He stared at Holly Clarence. She wore a blue v neck long sleeved blouse. He didn't know why. His eyes traveled to the tops of he large breasts. With a black knee high skirt. Along with black tights and black stilettos. Her skin was pale white.

Mr. Best moaned when Holly licked her light pink small lips. Maybe she has a cat at home. He thought. He also smelled lilacs on her. That scent made him to want to groan. He also noticed she wore a black choker . It had a purple bell on it.

Holly loved writing romance. She was good at writing love poems. Mr. Best wanted them to write a poem like the one on the board. They had to study and write their own broken heart poem.

Holly bit into her bottom lip. She hasn't had a broken heart except for the loss of her parents. She was betting it had to be about losing a lover. Holly sighed she began her poem. An hour later the class bell rang. Holly found it weird that a college needed a bell. She was twenty-seven. She knew how to get to class and when.

Alright class. Hand in what you have. Remember homework is write a love poem of happiness.” Mr. Best said His eyes met Holly's. Holly looked down. She blushed she waited until everyone left. Holly stood up. She shouldered her black leather back pack. She walked up to Mr. Best. His long black hair slung over his left shoulder.

He wore a black t shirt with black slacks. He was 6, 8 feet tall. Holly blushed. She could see his six pack through his shirt. His face was tan and he had a handsome face. A strong square jaw. Holly blushed at her thoughts.

Mr. Best smiled at Holly. She handed him her poem. His emerald eyes met hers. His hand brushed hers. Holly felt shocks go through her body. She wondered why and what this feeling is. Holly didn't even think. She grabbed hold of Mr. Best's face. Holly kissed him on the lips. She bit his bottom lip.

Derrick growled as Holly purred. Holly stepped back. She gasped at what she done. “I have to go.” Holly yelled She quickly ran out of class. Mr. Best pressed his fingers to his lips. Derrick swore he heard purring. He laughed as he tried to read over the poems.

He sat at his desk. Images of Holly Clarence filled his mind. Images of her naked. Images of her riding him while he sat in his desk chair. Derrick gasp at the thought. He couldn't believe he was having them. Derrick stood. He put the poems into his black briefcase. He left for home. A cold shower was in order.


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