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Seth shook his head and chuckled slightly. “Wrong stimulation,” he whispered weakly.
“So, what kind of stimulation do you need?” She sighed as she sat up. She didn’t want to think about how much she had just enjoyed what she did. It was supposed to be a gesture of help, not for her own pleasure.
“You should go. Really, you don’t have to do this,” he told her, visibly fighting another cramp as he automatically began to cradle his stomach with his hands again. He curved his body as though trying to shift into the fetal position.
“I’m not leaving until you feel better. So you may as well just tell me.” Moving to the side of the bed, closer to him, she stared down at his face.
Seth’s mouth was set in a firm line. He obviously wasn’t going to tell her. She got off the bed. Well, if he wasn’t going to help her, she would just have to cheat…
Storming out of the room, she quickly found Jason. He was sipping one of the soda’s Seth had bought for her as he lounged on the comfy sofa and watched television.
“Hey, I thought he didn’t have a TV,” she complained.
“Oh, he has them, but he doesn’t watch them. Did you, ah… Is he…”
“Better? No. He said I gave the wrong stimulation,” she sulked as she sat beside the man on the couch. “Let’s be blunt, shall we? What exactly is the kind of stimulation that he needs?” Willow reached over and snatched the remote from Jason’s hand and turned the television off.
“I was watching that,” he whined. When her expression didn’t change, he sighed. “Well, he needs to want to bite you…” Jason hedged.
“Okay… Can you be a little more specific?”
“What I mean is he needs—he needs to…”
“Are you always this articulate?” Her sarcasm grew with her annoyance. This man had walked in while she was naked but for a sheet and laying in Seth’s bed—knew that she’d just performed some erotic deed with him—and still he acted modest around her.
“Are you always this much of a bitch?” he shot back.
“Actually, no. I’ve been told I have a very sweet disposition. But I can be rather nasty when I’m worried,” she admitted grudgingly.
“What do you care if he gets better?” Jason turned on the couch to face her. “I’m not trying to be a dick, but the last I heard, you wanted nothing to do with Seth. And you said that what, twenty, maybe thirty minutes ago? All night, the entire time we’ve been trying to help him, you’ve just complained and made sarcastic remarks. You’ve made it clear you don’t want to be near him, that he disgusts you, so why bother sticking around to help him?”
“Because, I want to help him,” she admitted. “Look, I’m not sure how I feel about him being a vampire. And I sure as hell have more than a few problems with the fact that he didn’t tell me and drank my blood without my permission. And even more questions about that. I don’t know if I could ever date a vampire. But that doesn’t mean I want to see him suffer either. I want to help him, Jason. I’ll worry about the why’s later.”
“Fine. Look, I can’t tell you what you need to do. I don’t know exactly, since he’s never drank from me. And, truthfully, I’ve never heard of him needing to be forced to feed. My best advice to you, just think of the times when he bit you before. Now that you know what he was doing, it should be easier for you to figure out what he
needs to entice him.” Jason took the remote back from Willow and cut the television back on, instantly channel-surfing once more.
Let’s see… He bit me the morning he left a hickey, but I didn’t really do anything. And I know he took a taste the night I bloodied my knuckle… But I put that wound there. And Jason already said he might not be able to stop himself if he’s as hungry as we think he is. The last time we were making out… Should I go in and try to make out with him? No, he’s in too much pain and it might take a while to get him to that point. I need something that will work almost instantly…
Willow looked down at her legs, praying for inspiration. When she looked at her thigh, it hit her and she wondered why she hadn’t thought of it before.
Without a word to Jason, she stood and walked back to the closed bedroom door. Once inside, she stripped out of her jeans and climbed on the big bed. She left her thong on, hoping she would be able to present him with her thigh and that it would be enough. She sent up a silent prayer that she’d decided to wear underwear that night.
Funny, never thought I’d ever hope that a guy didn’t want to eat me. Especially since that is exactly what he needs to do. She shook her head at the contradictory thoughts. No, he doesn’t need to eat me, he needs to drink from me, she reminded herself, feeling much like she imagined a human sacrifice felt before they were placed on the altar.
Taking a deep breath for courage, Willow climbed on top of him and sat on his chest.
“What are you doing?” Seth asked without opening his eyes.
“Whatever I have to,” she told him truthfully. “Now you can be a good boy and bite me, or I can make you bite me. Which will it be?”
“You can’t make me bite you,” he told her. She sat still, waiting for him to open his eyes. When he did, he lifted his head and looked at her, or more appropriately at her barely covered pussy. She could feel the moisture gathering between her legs from his stare.
Keeping her legs positioned just so, she made certain he had a tempting view of her, knowing her lace thong barely concealed anything from his vision.
Groaning, Seth closed his eyes as his head fell back to the pillow.
“What’s it gonna be? Are we doing this the easy way, or the hard way?” She refused to allow him to block her out of his mind.
