Yulia climbed the stairs ahead of Lance, feeling a little guilty that she had been so distracted that she hadn’t noticed how long it had been since he last fed. She knew he could have said something sooner or even gone elsewhere to obtain the blood he needed, but she had offered to feed him, and she didn’t like to think of him going to someone else, especially as he would likely have to seduce them to do it.
Did he want s*x whilst he fed? Probably, but she wasn’t sure that she was ready to do both things at once. She hesitated in the doorway of her room, thinking that maybe she needed to speak to him about what would happen next, but when Lance drew her close to kiss her she forgot about her reservations.
This was Lance, she reminded herself. The man who had been suppor
