What the Wolf Craves

James has only been a werewolf for a few short months, and he's having more and more trouble keeping the beast within under control. When all else fails, he turns to the vampire Natasha for help. She tells him to give the wolf exactly what it craves: Natasha's tight, hot body!Excerpt"The beast wants to hunt, so let it hunt me." Her eyes were hard. He swallowed, and nodded. From the moment he entered the club, he had been fighting back against the flood of sensory information that the wolf was trying to show him.
He stopped blocking it out, and let it wash over him. Scent was first and foremost - the people writhing and sweating on the dance floor, the intoxicating fumes from cocktails at the bar. Turning his attention towards Natasha, he smelled something different, something clean. Bleach? "Well, you're not a true blonde-"The world titled sideways as Natasha slapped him. "Bad dog. You can treat a girl like a faun you chase down for your next meal, but never say that she colors her hair." The corners of her mouth crept up as she spoke; still not a warm smile, but much closer to actual amusement than before.
His eyes flicked down to the pale, slender curve of her neck, where the choker hugged her skin. He saw her smile grow out of the corner of his eye."You don't have a heartbeat, " he whispered. "You're a vampire."Staring at her neck, flat and pulseless, he couldn't help but move his eyes down into the valley of her cleavage.