Inside, Harry set his staff and coat down before pulling the phone out of its box and bending down to plug it in. He crawled back up to the couch and collapsed down onto it, then dialed the number to the Bella Luna.
John just shouted and kept fucking her hard and wild, the burn of her fangs in his neck and her thumb on his wound sending him out of control. He curled his blunt nails into her skin and clawed down her arm and thigh.