“I wish I wanted it as much as my niece wants it,” I muttered.
Adriel paused, raising a finger to his chin in thought. “Maybe youcouldwant it…”
“But I don’t,” I replied. “That’s the problem. Even knowing my baby needs it… Ugh, I feel like a bad parent.”
“You’re not,” Benji said firmly. “Think about it, Caleb. This goes against everything you’ve ever known. It’s normal for you to be averse to it. It doesn’t make you a bad parent.”
I pouted, feeling hot tears behind my eyes. I didn’t want to cry, but the frustration was building too fast.
“I have an idea,” Adriel said gently. “But… it will require Benji and Lark to leave.”
Benji cocked his head. “Of course, if it’ll help Caleb. But what is it?”
“Simply put… I’m going to change his association to the blood,” Adriel explained. “By pairing it with a pleasant stimulus.”
“A pleasant… Oh!” Benji gasped and a blush spread across his face. “I - I see.”
“What?” I complained. “I don’t get it.”
Benji was trying to hide a grin as he gathered up Lark in his arms and headed for the door. “You’ll see. Let me know after if it worked, even though I’m sure it will.”
“Huh?”
The door shut behind them.
I looked to Adriel in confusion. “What the hell was that?”
A slow smirk appeared on his lips. “Would you like to know? Or would you simply like to find out?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, growing increasingly annoyed. “Can you just tell me?”
Adriel trailed a finger down my chest, over my growing belly, and paused at the waistline of my jeans. “I’m going to pleasure you while you drink.”
“You - Oh.”
Arousal flipped in my stomach as Adriel’s words settled in my mind. Already he was sinking to his knees on the floor. My heart raced.
“A-are you serious?” I asked, my voice almost a whimper.
“Yes.” Adriel licked his lips as he reached for my zipper. “I’m going to make this as painless as possible. By distracting you.” He arched a brow. “But youmustdrink the entire glass. Is that clear?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good boy,” Adriel murmured. “Go on and hold the glass.”
I bit my lip. The idea of taking the blood-filled glass into my hand still gave me an uncomfortable prickle, like getting a needle. But as my trembling fingers reached for it, I felt Adriel’s gentle grip on my still-clothed cock. I choked back a whimper of surprise.
“Shh,” Adriel soothed. “Don’t mind me.”
My throat tightened. I forced myself to grip the glass’s stem. It felt fragile, like it would shatter between my nervous fingers. I shut my eyes and paused for a moment. Meanwhile, Adriel’s hands stroked my sensitive flesh, sending spirals of pleasure through my body.
Arousal mixed with anxiety, and eventually overpowered it. I lifted the rim of the glass to my lips, trembling from the chaos of emotions inside me. The heavy, coppery scent of blood reached my nose and made me want to draw back - but Adriel removed my cock from my underwear, and was currently running his hand up my shaft.
Soon, the blood scent seemed to fade, like it was only a memory and not currently staring me right in the face.
Just down it. Just do it in one motion. You won’t even notice it.
“Caleb,” Adriel breathed against my cock. I whimpered at the feeling of his breath across the skin. When had he brought his mouth so close to me?
