"Not funny," Michael snarled. "I ain't raping anybody, especially if they're practically comatose."
Zoe rolled her eyes. "This wouldn't be for your pleasure, jackass," she sighed. "Vampires sometime feed automatically when they're in the throes of pleasure. This would be inciting a natural reaction and a preservation instinct that seems to be embedded in us. You f**k her and get her hot and bothered, provided you don't get her off in the process, and theoretically she should clamp onto your neck and feed off of you. Hopefully it'll be enough to snap her out of it."
Michael eyed her. "Why don't you do this?"
"Then who's going to separate us once she's locked on me?" Zoe asked him, crossing her arms and arching her eyebrow. "You're going to need another Vampire or two to pry to lovemaking
