Jones: Losing Control

"SELENE!" Jones roars. His mate had thrown Luke and himself into a nearby tree and disappeared. When did she learn how to throw people? Jones's eyes shift to red, his fangs protruding out of his lips. His vampire instinct took over, the promise of a hunt sending a thrill of delight through him. He would hunt and murder that witch, drain every drop from her body, and then turn Selene's ass red.

"Calm down, mate." Luke rubs his injured head. "Releasing our demons isn't going to help her." Jones snaps, pouncing on the raven-haired vampire and digging his claws into Luke's biceps. "Don't tell me how to react! I have taken care of her, loved her from the minute I met her. You threw her aside like some common trash until I started showing interest!" The vampire alpha slams Luke's head into the ground.

"Yea, I was a complete arse to her, and I will make it up to her for the rest of her life! A fact that I'm sure you will remind me of constantly." Luke roughly shoves Jones o