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Did the boy not know anything at all? Dante was getting a very bad feeling about Carver’s turning and so-called sire. “I promise.”

Carver nodded. “How…how do I do it then.”

Dante smiled, lifting one hand. Carver sounded almost excited. That was how he wanted his little. This was just the first of what Dante hoped was a healthy feeding for his little. Forcing his nail to lengthen and sharpen. His claws. Not all vampires had them but Dante had turned so long ago that the ‘old gifts’ were strong with his bloodline.

He sliced a deep cut right above his nipple. “Drink, baby. Hurry now. Don’t let Daddy’s blood go to waste.”

Carver dove for his chest. No doubt the scent of blood calling to his hunger. The boy’s lips circled around Dante’s nipple before he began to suck. Dante groaned and buried his fingers into Carver’s hair, holding the little vampire to him. This was as good for him as it was for the boy. It had been decades since Dante had fed anyone like this. It brought back both good and bad memories. Not that Dante would allow himself to sink back to the old days. Not when he had such a precious gift in his lap.

His little one drank deeply, ravenous for more, taking long gulps of Dante’s blood into himself. Slowly, Carver started to rock his hips.

Yes, this was a good sign. Arousal should be flooding the boy as he drank.

Dante grasped Carver’s hips, yanking him forward to align their cocks and encouraging the small thrusts. “Good boy. Such a good boy.”

Carver gulped as he started to move his hips faster.

Trailing his hands from Carver’s hips to his ass, Dante gave the round globes a firm squeeze.

The sounds escaping from the little vampire were desperate and full of need.

Each time Dante encouraged Carver to rub against him, it felt like Dante’s own body was on fire. The intimacy was something that Dante longed for. Wanted. Needed. It was caring for someone other than himself. Being the leader that Dante prided himself on.

“Do you want to come for Daddy?” Dante asked gently. “It’s okay. You can come.”

Carver sucked hard, then his body shook through an impressive orgasm.

The scent of cum, pleasure, and satisfaction filled the air around them. Dante nearly spilled his own seed as his cock throbbed, yet he held himself back. There would be time for him to get his pleasure later. Dante had a boy to care for.

“That’s enough, baby boy.” Dante gripped the back of Carver’s neck.

Carver whined, still sucking. Still taking in Dante’s blood.

“Sir.” Nicholas spoke sharply from across the room. “He’s taking too much.”

Dante ignored his second. He had his boy under control. Giving a sharp yank, Dante forced Carver’s mouth off him.

Squirming and letting out a cry, Carver tried to reach Dante’s nipple and the blood again.

“No more,” Dante told him.

Carver’s eyes glowed green. Shone. Lit up his entire face. He had been starving.

“That’s enough for now, baby.”

Carver licked his lips, then stuck his tongue out to capture the blood that had escaped his mouth.

“Now lick the cut and seal it back,” Dante ordered.

Slowly Carver leaned forward, sticking out his tongue, running it across the cut.

Dante shuddered. His skin oversensitive with his arousal.

Carver sat back with his ass resting over Dante’s thighs. He glanced down at his lap where a wet spot spread. “Got a handkerchief for this mess?”

“I have a private car, a nice house with a big shower, and a comfortable bed. Let me take you home?”

Carver bit his lip. “If I go home with you…I can’t leave once the sun comes up.”