USFW WIP

I had Thoughts™ about feral Esme, not newborn, actually more current, and so here we are.

Esme growled low in her throat, her golden eyes glinting in an unmistakably predatory way.

She had Carlisle's wrists pinned above his head against the wall. Esme couldn't help but be pleased with seeing her husband so helpless to her. Oh the things she wanted to do to him.

Esme's eyes trailed down her husband's body, and down to his crotch, where his cock strained against his pants. Esme smirked. Carlisle never whined, but as Esme's eyes met his, and she licked her lips, venom dripping from her tongue, Carlisle almost whimpered.