"Tyler! Tyler!"

I looked up. It was Julian sitting on my dorm windowsill.

"Can't you use the door?" I asked, amused and exasperated at the same time.

Getting off the creaking pane, he calmly headed towards me. Step after step until his beautiful face was mere inches from mine.

"It's more fun this way," he leant in to whisper, making sure that his scent rubbed off on me and wafted into my nose. Intoxicating.

I closed my eyes focusing my enhanced senses on Julian's sweet vampire scent, wondering how long it had been since I took over the pack. From being the victim of my first hunt to my only lover, we sure had come a long way together.

Watching Julian get so close, I easily moved in to claim those pale lips of his.

He tasted divine, like drinking from the fountain of passion and life, as usual. But somehow he always made it seem like the first time all over again. Our tongues darted back and forth in each other's mouths, dancing, wrestling, frolicking about as I wrapped my arms around him as tightly as I could.

Julian felt cold as a vampire should, but in time that would change when things got heated up. I ran my hands over his back, trying my best to feel his smooth skin despite the annoying fabric in the way.

A slight irritation built up within me, manifesting in the transformation of my right hand. With my werewolf claws unsheathed, I tore off Julian's clothes, exposing his bare torso to my hungry eyes in one powerful swipe. That's better.

Breaking off our kiss, I pushed Julian back forcefully onto the bed. The look of surprise on his face turned into naughty delight as I swiftly pounced after him.