Blaze's POV:
She's a girl.
A freaking girl.
This changes everything.
After my inexplicable attraction to him—no, her—I convinced myself it was just her scent that was drawing me in. Nothing more. Because there was no way I was into boys. The thought of kissing, touching someone with the same parts as me, with a dick like me—nah, I couldn't bring myself to do it, no matter what my demons whispered in my ear.
So, I settled for just feeding from him—her. After all, she had the finest blood I'd ever tasted.
I wasn't like that mutt. I couldn't bring myself to fuck someone with a dick.
But when I found him—her—in the library, reeked in that fucking dog's juices, I snapped.
I wanted my scent on her, not his.
But even then, I still thought she was a guy. And I had no idea how to go about that. Curiosity—or maybe obsession—led me to watching gay porn, trying to figure it out. But the moment I saw a guy pounding into another dude's ass, I knew I could never do it.
A girl? Sure.
