Lance and Stefan Duquesne are twin werewolves that exist in a modern day world where nine months out of the year they lead perfectly normal lives.  At birth they were stricken with a Lykanian curse that becomes active every year during the Autumn Moon Cycle.  When the big moon begins to drip blood that only the damned can see, they find themselves compelled to return to their old homeplace, Sangraal (divine blood), and to the mysterious woman they call mother.  Only under this woman's strange care can they live out the curse that turns them into beasts until the three months are up. 

But this year when they return, something is different. 

Lance has taken a wife. 

She's a beauty with ice blond hair and stormy blue eyes. 

In the light of the moon, she saw the red-rimmed sapphire eyes and thought it was Lance, but there was something different about him. He appeared huskier than usual.

His normal appearance was that of smooth sophistication with every hair in place, but now his appearance was wild, his manner unbridled—animal-like. His sharp, raspy breathing seemed to be labored, his eyes elongated, and his teeth were sharp, baring themselves against a feral mouth. His hair was full and his darkness, sinister. He mounted her, his primitive eyes glaring with a wild, voracious longing at her smooth neck, and quavering breasts. His mouth began dribbling saliva as his eyes focused on the two plump mountains staring up at him.

Luzanne could hardly breathe as the savage squeezed her throat. She had never felt such terror and struggled as hard as she could, but he was so strong she couldn't move. His heavy body straddled her and his clothes hung in shreds. As he looked at her, the saliva dripped from his mouth and slowly streamed down in rivulets, spreading across her breasts, and gathering between her cleavage. Charged with a depraved appetite, he was both man and beast. He forced Luzanne's legs apart, while he fitted his animal-like body between them.

“Lift your legs up and take me inside,” his snarling, inhuman voice commanded.

“N…no, God, no!” she rasped.

“Do it!” he growled, as his hand tightened on her throat.

Luzanne’s hands were shaking, her tears creeping down her face in streams. She managed to grasp his shaft, and heard the fiend moan with beastly pleasure. Trembling, she tried to hold it within her grasp, but it was so large, her hand wouldn’t even go around it. She knew if he tried to push it inside her, she would be sexually butchered. She sobbed and trembled as it kept slipping out of her unsteady hand. He growled down at her with impatience, but finally she managed to grip it. Feeling the slight penetration, he moaned loudly, then suddenly, with no warning, he  madly plunged himself in and out of her.

“Oh God!” Luzanne garbled. feeling the searing pain of his intrusion. A muffled scream came from her constricted throat as she felt the wild movements of the beast begin to viciously mutilate her. Somehow she endured it as he rocked into her, again and again, his heavy body pushing her deep into the squeaking springs.

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