COLE
“The Luna kept noticing whenever you feed from me. What should we do?” the omega I've recently taken an interest in, asked.
“Is that so?” I uttered without much conviction to delay my feed. The familiar burning sensation in my throat down to my guts is yelling for me to give in.
I pulled her close before she could respond and sank my fangs into her neck to relish in the blood I may have started to get addicted to. She immediately grew weak and leaned closer to me while I easily carried her weight and continued with my feed.
It has been a while since I had fallen to the temptation of drinking blood. It drew me weaker, but it was easier to hide what I truly was that way. Otherwise, I would simply stand out just like Amos.
I heard her hoarse breathing, and that was my cue to stop. I
