“What happens if another vampire drinks from another’s bonded?”
“The vampire gets sick from the blood. It is only made for their bonded vampire at that point, making it dangerous for other vampires to drink.”
He smiled. “That’s handy. Then the bonded doesn’t have to fear that part.”
“What part?”
“Being attacked if another vampire is having a fight with their bonded vampire.”
Frowning, I said, “My heart, they can still kill the bonded, just not drink from them.”
“Oh. What about us and my blood?”
“With fated bonds, I die if you die,” I replied, matter-of-factly.
He shot me a wide-eyed look. “What?! You’re putting yourself in danger if we bond?”
“When,” I corrected him. “And yes, I guess you could say that. But with our bond, you will get stronger and more resilient, since you were made for me, a vampire.”
He made a go-on gesture with his hand. “Explain.”
“You were born to belong to me, my heart. So, your body will change when we bond, making you stronger and less breakable. It will be harder to kill you.”
“Okay, that is…somuch information. Let’s go back a bit.Whenwe bond, can other vampires feed from me?”
“No.”Just the thought…
“Will they know upon seeing me, that I belong to you?”
“Yes. I will mark your throat,” I growled, already picturing it.
He smirked. “Good.”
I grinned in response, showing off a bit of fang. He shivered and the scent of his arousal filled the room.
Okay… putting the fang away.
I cleared my throat. “I will not be able to feed from anyone else once we bond, and you will replenish your blood faster, making it possible to feed from you daily.”
The scent of arousal peaked again and I groaned. This was not going well.
Then he asked, “Will I like tasting your blood?”
“It will taste like blood does to you, so likely no. Why?”
He smiled shyly. “Because I might find the idea…hot.”
Goddess. A groan left me.
He was trying to kill me.
“Okay, one last question before I take a cold bath.Alone,” I said, giving him a stern look.
“Fine,” he replied, sitting up straighter to look at me. “Can I decide how you feed from me each time?”
I frowned. “Yes, of course. Do you not like feeding from the neck?” I would hate to bite his wrist all the time, it seemed so…impersonal.
He grinned, his eyes full of mischief. “Perfect. Then I want your cock inside me every time you need to feed.”
