Blood & Lust

Chapter Twenty-Eight

    It wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be. Unlike the first time I was bitten, it felt…more than good. For a moment, I compared it to what sex would be like, and from what I learned in health class, this probably is just as good as doing It. And, as much as I love kissing Draco, having him drink my blood was way better.

    In my entire life, I’ve never felt anything like this. Not even when I lived in Los Angeles, there wasn’t anything like this. Of course, I did remember a few boys that had tried to bust a move on me, but I guess I sort of knew that they weren’t my type. Then again, they were nothing like Draco.

    “Am I hurting you?” he said, his voice sounding unsure, muffled against my skin.

    No, not at all, I thought, not trusting my voice, and knowing that he can read the answer in my head.

    “Good.” He groaned, his teeth digging deep into my skin. I could feel my blood flowing from my neck as it quenches his thirst.

    I could hear both of us moaning as he continued to drink from me, and I just couldn’t help but feel lightheaded. Part of me knows that we should stop, but the majority doesn’t want me to. I felt his tongue snaking across my skin, and I couldn’t hold back the shudder that went through me. My breath began to come out quickly, and I couldn’t help but feel…turned on.

    I felt his hand going under my top again, the cool feel of his skin against mine has always felt good, and when his cool fingers become warm, there were no words to describe this feeling. I just love it when he touches me. I opened my eyes, and I could see his gaze meeting mine, and they still looked troubled, unsure.

    “It’s okay.” I mumbled, hoping to reassure him, but my voice sounded weak. Everything inside my well-being was telling me that he should stop, but I don’t bother to listen to my better instinct.

    “I should stop.” He said, his voice not as controlled as it was not long ago. Then, he quickly pulled away, his lips tainted red, his blue eyes looked calm, sated.

    “You okay?” I asked, my hand going to where he’d bit me. And I’m surprised to feel nothing but a soft, crescent shape scar, already healed.

    He smiled. “More than okay.” He grabbed my hand—the one that’s on my neck—and pulled it away, keeping it in his. “Don’t worry, the mark isn’t noticeable. It didn’t take as long to heal like your other ones.”

    “How?” I asked, suddenly curious about his species.

    His expression becomes thoughtful, probably trying to think of the right words to answer. His smiled is still in place on his gorgeous face when he said, “Vampire saliva doesn’t harm anyone, it only heals, especially when we want to feed and keep the…victim alive.”

    I hold up a finger when I said, “But why did the bite marks the others made didn’t heal as quickly as this one?”

    “Because they didn’t lick the entry wound,” he answered, “which would cause the skin tissue to seal the wound, almost as if it had never happened.”

    I gaped at him, and for once, in the time I’ve known Draco, I’m speechless after what he just said.

    Sensing my thoughts, and reading my expression, he said, “If you find me, or my actions, uncomfortable, you can ask, and I will leave.”

    I turned away, knowing that something should be said, but at the same time, the words sound embarrassing in my head as I began thinking, I should be afraid of you. That’s what any normal human being would do, but, strangely, I’m not. In other words, I don’t want you to leave—even if I die, and become reincarnated, I still wouldn’t want you to leave.

    I was about to open my mouth to say the words, or words similar to them, when he said, “You really should be afraid of me.” the tone of his voice causes me to look up at him. His blue eyes were hard, cold; his lips formed a thin line, and his jaw clenched.

    Carefully, I squeezed his hand, the move already feeling weak and useless on my part. “You already know that, I just told you that.” I blurted, clamping my mouth shut, wishing I could take the words back. Instead, I shook my head. “What I meant is…” I paused, not exactly sure how to word it.

    He holds up a hand, stopping me, and the unspoken words. “Don’t worry about it,” he said soothingly. “You don’t have to say anything. I know what you mean.” He added with a kiss.

    I breathed a sigh of relief, especially after feeling his soft, cool lips against mine, and feeling them become warm seconds after they meet. I was about to kiss him back when he quickly pulled away, sits up straight, and keeps my hand in his.

    “Your folks are almost here.” He explained.

    “Oh.”

    His words were proven true when I heard Mom’s car pulling into the drive, and I could imagine what she thought after looking at the unfamiliar, new car parked outside the house. And with her condition, I have no idea how she’d react. For all I knew, she, or Dad could have a heart attack.

    Draco’s hand squeezed the one hand he’s holding. “Relax. It’s not like they’re going to kick you out for having a boyfriend.” He said with that lopsided grin.

    “They would if they knew that you’re a vampire that has been seeking me out throughout the past few centuries.” I said, suddenly striking on something I didn’t know. “By the way, how old are you?” I asked hesitantly, hoping that age isn’t an issue with him.

    His smile is still in place when he answered, “Very old.” His voice firm, telling me that it’s the only answer he’s going to give.

    For now I hope.

    The sound of the key turning at the back door was enough to send my heart racing, and I began to have second thoughts about this.