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musk, the smell of life.

I pulled away. Another thing the movies got wrong. Vampires didnтАЩt have to drain a person dryтАжheck,
IтАЩd probably had half a cup, if that much. And it would last me the rest of the night, easily. I could drink
more, of course, but it would be for pure pleasure, not need. I bet that creep from the cemetery drank
ten times a night.

тАЬNo,тАЭ my dinner gasped.

тАЬYes, thatтАЩs all I need.тАЭ

тАЬDo it again.тАЭ
 тАЬNoтАФuhтАФwhat are youтАФ?тАЭ

He was fumbling at the drawstring of his pants, tugging, and then his pants were around his ankles and
he was pulling his turgid cock from the slit in his boxers (navy, with red stripes, my mind reported
helpfully). His erection filled his hand; his cock wasnтАЩt terribly long, but was certainly thick, and pre-come
glistened at the tip. He gripped himself so hard his knuckles went white and, while I watched in
stupefaction, pumped once, twice, three times, and then he was coming, and I leapt out of the way.

We stared at each other for a long moment, then he hurriedly stuffed his cock away and pulled up his
pants.

I blinked. тАЬAs God is my witness, I have no idea what to say to you.тАЭ

тАЬMe? What the hell did youdo ?тАЭ He asked the question in a tone of total admiration. тАЬOne minute I
was miserable as hell, the next all I could think of wasтАФuhтАФthe exact opposite of dying.тАЭ He colored,
the blood rushing to his cheeks. I could almost hear it. тАЬIтАЩve never done that before in front ofтАФIтАЩm
sorry. You have no idea how weird that is for me.тАЭ

тАЬHey, IтАЩm not complaining. Now that IтАЩm recovering from the shock, I mean. ItтАЩs no worse than what I
did to you. Thanks for taking matters into your own hands, as opposed to planting your dick in me.тАЭ

тАЬYou didnтАЩt rape that man,тАЭ he said out of nowhere. His gaze was firm and uncompromising. тАЬIf you bit
someone and had sex with themтАжit wasnтАЩt rape. He wanted to. In fact, it was probably like he had to.тАЭ

I didnтАЩt want to talk about that. Being overwhelmed by a bloodsucker and needing to fuck them didnтАЩt
mean the bloodsucker wasnтАЩt the bad guy. тАЬNever mind. LetтАЩs get off this roof, what do you
sayтАжerrтАж?тАЭ

тАЬMarc.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm Betsy.тАЭ

тАЬBetsy?тАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩt start. I canтАЩt help it if IтАЩve got unholy powers and a stupid first name.тАЭ

He laughed again. It was the laugh that made us friends, which I thought was just fine.