“I’m willing to take the risk, if you are.” I whisper. “You made me bleed just now, but you didn’t go into blood lust. You can control yourself. What happened Sunday night was an accident. And it won’t happen again.”
“I’ll make sure of it. I won’t hurt you again.”
“I’m not only talking about physically. When you ignored me, it hurt me emotionally. I won’t put up with being treated like that again.”
Kip’s eyes fall closed. His voice is pained. “I know. You deserve better than that, Charlie. I’m sorry.”
“I’d say it’s okay, but…it really wasn’t cool.”
Kip’s voice turns raspy as he presses into me. “Let me make it up to you.”
He grinds into me, and I feel his length hardening against my stomach. My body responds in kind, heating up at the touch.
Before all common sense goes out the window, I manage to gasp “Wait, wait, wait. Didn’t you come here to feed? Maybe you should do that first before we get carried away…you know, just in case.”
Kip stills against me. “You’re right. We need to be cautious. It’ll be my first time doing anything sexual since turning. Who knows what might happen. I should feed first.”
“Well, I am right here, and I’m willing. You can feed from me, Kip.”
“Y-you’d…you’d let me? I mean, after what happened on Sunday?” Kip’s tone is wary and nervous.
“This might make me a fucking idiot but…yeah, I’d let you. I trust you.”
Kip groans, his forehead resting against my shoulder and his blond waves tickling my nose. “Thank you. Ugh, the thought of having to feed off someone else had grossed me out.” He shudders dramatically. “I only want you. I held off from feeding as long as I could, but I’m so hungry.”
“Bite me, then. I want you to.” My voice is hoarse as a practically beg him for it. “I want to feel that connection with you.”
Kip meets my eyes. “You’re sure?”
I nod, giving him a small smile.
“Thank you.” He purrs against my throat.
Kip’s breath over my skin sends a shiver through me. I brace myself, waiting for the initial shock of pain, followed by the swirl of pleasure.
Kip presses an impossibly soft and sweet kiss against my pulse point before I feel his mouth open, and his fangs take their place against my throat. I gasp as his fangs sink into my skin. My eyes water at the sudden, piercing pain. But as he sucks and tongues the dual puncture wounds, the pain recedes and is replaced by a pleasant buzzing underneath my skin. My body feels like it’s humming. It’s euphoric, and similar to how I feel when I’m high. I sigh against him, my body going lax in his hold as he takes pulls of my blood. I feel my lips tipping up in a smile.
Kip groans against my neck. Before I can protest, because I desperately want him to keep going, even if it kills me (woah, that’s a dangerous thought…), he’s licking up the remaining drops of blood before pulling away. I whine at the loss of intimacy and contact. Bringing his arm to his mouth, he rips open my skin and offers me his blood to heal.
I freeze. It occurs to me that if I take his blood, and I happen to die with it in my system…I’ll become a vampire. Is that something I want? An eternity, watching everyone I know die while I never age? I could end up like Kip. Is that a bad thing? Forever might get lonely…but if I had someone at my side, it might not be that bad.
The giddy side of me, the one that wants to keep this connection with Kip, butts in. I mean, what are the chances I’ll die in the next twenty-four hours? It’s not like I’m going to be climbing trees, or doing anything super dangerous. And if death is what’s in store for me in the next day, am I ready to go? Would I rather take my chances becoming a vampire?
I think I would.
He presses his bleeding arm up to my mouth, allowing me to lap at the wound. His blood is the sweetest nectar. I’ve never tasted anything like it. I wonder if he feels the same way about mine.
I feel the wounds on my neck close up. Once the last trace of them disappears, he pulls his wrist away from my mouth and replaces it with his own lips. The kiss tastes metallic, a combination of our individual blood essences that still linger in our mouths and on our lips.
A giggle escapes me when he pulls away, and I know I must look sillywith this wide, goofy, grin spread across my face. “How does it feel good when you do that? And why does it taste like that?”
“I spent some time on some forums over the last few days. I read that vampire saliva can do that. Make it feel good, instead of painful. That’s why I was licking the wounds. Not because I’m a freak, or anything.”
Ahhh, so vampires can blush!
“I mean, I’m a freak and proud of it. I did let a vamp feed off of me, and made out with him afterwards. That’s not exactly normal behavior.” I tease.
“Who?!” Kip pretends to be appalled, like he isn’t the vampire I just tangled tongues with. “Who dared make out with my human! I’ll kill him.”
