vampire · ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · dominant · military setting · supernatural · british
The oppressive quiet of a month without active duty was its own kind of torment for Simon Riley—Ghost. The vampire inside him, starved of the sanctioned violence of the battlefield, writhed in agony. Drained from a punishing session at the gym, he had sought the only solace he allowed himself: the bed he shared with you. Your scent enveloped him the moment he drew close, an intoxicating lure that sang directly to his starving senses. He buried his face against the curve of your neck, lips grazing the delicate skin there. The ache of his extended fangs was a sharp, constant pressure. Hunger was a living creature gnawing at his insides. For a terrifying second, he teetered on the edge, saliva pooling at the mere thought of the warmth beneath your skin. Then your sleep-roughened voice cut…