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We were back in the penthouse, Jax, Aaron and Osric sitting in various places across the living room. But I was the only one almost napping, half laying on the largest couch that I’d specifically chosen with a snooze in mind. Ceci had commented on my paling complexion and lethargy as soon as we’d all walked in the door late that afternoon. I’d blamed it on being stuck on campus roof tops all day in the hot sun, with an ultra-serious wolf for company. She hadn’t bought my bullshit.
“You need to feed again. You know it helped you so much last time.”
I nodded, unable to argue with her reasoning. “It did. But…”
“What?” She sat next to me on the couch.
“I don’t want to pressure you.”
“There’s no pressure.” She clasped my hand, stroking it. The wonders of soft skin and smooth words moved me, destroying my protests.
“Well, maybe a bit of blood. If you’re sure?”
“I am.” She looked around at the other guys. Osric, the most vocal protestor last time, said nothing. He just sipped whiskey from a crystal glass, having changed from his darling janitor uniform into lounge pants and an open shirt. His eyes were on Ceci, but he wasn’t expressing disapproval this time. And she’d just been in the kitchen, snacking on bread pudding and chugging a glass of orange juice after dinner.
I was only going to get weaker. It wasn’t even really a choice. Whether she loved me or not, I couldn’t resist. I held her arm gently, as I had before. I felt my eyes filling with hunger as I stared at the veins in her wrists. I stroked her skin with my palm. My fangs began to lengthen as I moved my mouth—
“Will feeding in another spot be better?”
I froze.
She bit her lip. “Maybe my neck?”
My eyelids flinched shut. It was all I could do to hide the bloodlust on my face. I’m sure she saw my fangs extend further though, the desperation in my expression. And I’m sure she felt my hand shaking too. “The inner thigh,” I mumbled. “It is the best spot. The blood flow…”
“Then let’s try that? It won’t hurt any more than last time, will it?”
I shook my head slowly, as if in a daze. I couldn’t believe she was letting me do this. And that the guys trusted me enough to do this too. The inner thigh was the best spot for nourishment, but also one of the most dangerous.
She swung her legs up and leaned back on the couch. “Should I take off my sleep shorts?”
Before I could answer, Osric made a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Had his whiskey gone down the wrong way?
“Yes, that would help,” I managed to answer.
Aaron got up from his chair and picked up a remote control, turning the lounge’s dimmer lights down low, until the entire open plan area was hazed in shadows and moonlight. “Just some privacy.”
Ceci scooted out of her shorts, leaving her in panties dotted with little red hearts. I wasn’t the only one sneaking glances at the adorable and erotic sight of her bare legs leading to that small scrap of fabric. A bit of her lower abdomen showed above too, where her tank rode up.
The room was silent, but heavy with anticipation.
Aaron stuck his hand in his pocket and discreetly adjusted himself before sitting back down in his chair. Jax said nothing but his heavy breathing spoke volumes.
I moved my face to beside her thigh and began kissing. Feeding from this area was an intimacy I rarely allowed myself. It seemed too personal, much more personal than I’d ever cared to get with most girls I’d fed from. I kept the kisses soft. Then I sucked, gradually harder and harder, each suck ending with a pop of skin and saliva. I forced extra venom into my fangs, hoping to dampen any pain.
Then I fed. Piercing into my orchid’s soft flesh.
She gasped, a sound of pleasure. My nose, just a fraction from the edge of her panties, easily scented her arousal blooming in the air, making this moment even more precious. My cock swelled against my jeans, quickly aching.
And the taste of her blood, exquisite. Vanilla and honey. Her life force was the sweetest, freshest thing I’d ever consumed in my entire, long life.
She grasped at my hair, clutching, her fingernails digging into my scalp as her body responded to the rhythm of my tongue and lips. She rocked gently and let out a low moan. Her blood nourishing me as she seemed to be feeding on our mutual desire.
None of the guys said a thing, but I felt their eyes on us. Jax took a step forward, reaching his hand out.
Ceci kept rocking and moaning.
When I stopped feeding, and closed the wound, she looked down at me. “I need more.”
