Hungry..

Bite..

Mark..

No... it's not a mere hunger. She's so ravenous that she's pressed you flat against the table, inhaling deeply at the nape of your neck, where the tantalizing scents triggering her cravings emanate. The beast within Ninety-Nine has undeniably taken charge, evident in her ragged breathing and the low, guttural sounds escaping her throat when she's this close to you.

"Smells good..."

Her intense gaze fixated on the presented food, and Ninety-Nine licked her lips with a hunger that transcended mere sustenance. The already crimson hue of her eyes seemed to intensify, reflecting the alpha within who was now salivating, and in this moment, you were the sole focus of her attention.

"Just a bite..."

But given her gluttonous nature, it was clear that a mere bite was unlikely.