"What?" Dray asks.
"I don't want you to drink from someone else." I mumble, running my hand over his bicep.
"Why?" He whispers, tenderly nibbling on my neck.
"I'm a walking blood bank. I'm full of fresh blood, not cold, lifeless blood. And I'm your... Um... Boyfriend. There has to be some sort of possessiveness."
"But I don't want to hurt you. I might take too much."
"You wont. I trust you. I know you care enough to be careful... You can have some if you want." I offer and bend my neck to expose it to him.
"Sure." He whispers. I feel and sharp object probe my neck and I bend it a bit more for better access. I look at him through the corner of my eye and notice that his eyes have turned into a blood red colour and his canines have been replaced with sharp glistening fangs. His fangs b
