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“Drink.” It was no request but a command, one that demanded complete and utter obedience. A shiver passed through Wriothesley’s body, his eyes shooting wide open. Neuvillette was on top of him, holding himself on all fours, his shirt partially unbuttoned, offering the curve of his neck to Wriothesley’s fangs.
“Neuvillette, don’t do it.” A whisper, but Wriothesley could hear the panic in Furina’s voice as her hands gently brushed Neuvillette’s long hair to the side. “You know what that means, you—” Wriothesley gazed at her fingers, following their movements as they ran through the length of white locks with all the gentleness in the world.
“Werewolf—” Wriothesley gritted his teeth, loathing the mention of his race on his enemy's lips. “Drink my blood if you want to live.”
“Wriothesley.” He whispered feebly against Neuvillette’s skin, closing his eyes as he tentatively let his fangs scrape the unblemished skin. "Call me Wriothesley."
“Wriothesley.” His name tasted like honey on Neuvillette’s tongue, stirring unknown feelings within Wriothesley as he felt warmth, the press of Furina's petite body against his naked back, and Neuvillette's weight on his lap.