I SLEPT THE entire night and when I woke, it was to the smell of Slade’s blood.
“Drink,” he said, holding his arm out to me once again.
My mouth was dry and admittedly, I was hungry, but I also felt guilty. “Slade, I can’t keep doing this. Feeding off of you.”
“I can’t allow you not to,” he replied, shoving his arm up to my face. “Now, drink.”
My hunger won out and I fed from him, delighting in the flavor of his blood, which tasted so much better than the packages that were in the refrigerator.
“Okay” he gasped, putting a hand on my shoulder after a few short minutes. “That’s good.”
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” I asked, pulling away.
“It’s okay,” he answered and then explained to me how to make it pleasurable for him.
“So, I’m basically sharing the pleasure with you, only it’s like
