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My eyes widened, not just at her words, but at the way her gaze sharpened, a sh of fiery crimson igniting the dark pools of her irises for just a moment before they returned to a deep, cid ck.

I moved forward instinctively, my hand reaching out to pull her hood up, to hide that telltale flicker of red before anyone else noticed. But my hand was blocked by a sudden, lightning–fast motion.

As though a switch had been flipped, she red at me, her expression cold. “What do you think you’re doing?” The whispered words wereced with a venom I hadn’t heard before.

I paused, my hand frozen in the air. I snapped my head around, my heart hammering in my chest. A couple of students had nced over, their eyes filled with a fleeting curiosity, but most were focused on the professor’s droning lecture. I leaned in closer, my voice a low murmur. I pointed to her eyes. “They’re red. Someone will notice.” I whispered.

She seemed to rx at my words then, the tension in her body slowly bleeding away. She pulled the hood up herself and looked away.

Was she averse to being touched? But wasn’t she a vampire? Wouldn’t she have to touch humans to drink from them? Like she did to me.

The professor was writing on the whiteboard now, his back to us. I leaned in even closer, my body a shield, between her and the prying eyes of the ssroom. My mind was reeling. Why was she thirsty anyways? My eyes widened. An impossible, ridiculous thought took root in my mind, and I voiced it before I could stop myself.

“Did you not have any since that night?” It was a strange question, an absurd one. It felt ridiculous, why would she not drink blood for so long? I expected her to scoff. Hoped even/

But then, to my utter surprise, she actually shook her head, a slow, almost imperceptible motion. Her shoulders slumped slightly, a sigh escaping her lips. “Haven’t.”

I frowned. “How often do you need to drink?” I asked, my voice a low murmur.

She nced at me, her gaze constantly moving to my neck hadn’t gone unnoticed by me. It should have made me feel strange, worried, maybe panicked. But it didn’t, only making a strange heat spread through my limbs.

“Technically? Every six hours… but we can survive up to seventy–two.” She said. My heart jumped. It had been over twenty–four hours. No wonder she looked so pale. She’d basically skipped four meals in human terminology.

I couldn’t even remember thest time I’d ever skipped a meal. Mom never let me.

Thirty minutes of ss had already passed. The rest was spent in silence with her silent hunger and my own rising panic. The final twenty minutes before the bell rang felt like a lifetime. I felt stupid for even waiting this long. It’s not like I had paid attention to the lecture.

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My eyes widened, not just at her words, but at the way her gaze sharpened, a sh of fiery crimson igniting the dark pools of her irises for just a moment before they returned to a deep, cid ck.

I moved forward instinctively, my hand reaching out to pull her hood up, to hide that telltale flicker of red before anyone else noticed. But my hand was blocked by a sudden, lightning–fast motion.

As though a switch had been flipped, she red at me, her expression cold. “What do you think you’re doing?” The whispered words wereced with a venom I hadn’t heard before.

I paused, my hand frozen in the air. I snapped my head around, my heart hammering in my chest. A couple of students had nced over, their eyes filled with a fleeting curiosity, but most were focused on the professor’s droning lecture. I leaned in closer, my voice a low murmur. I pointed to her eyes. “They’re red. Someone will notice.” I whispered.

She seemed to rx at my words then, the tension in her body slowly bleeding away. She pulled the hood up herself and looked away.

Was she averse to being touched? But wasn’t she a vampire? Wouldn’t she have to touch humans to drink from them? Like she did to me.

The professor was writing on the whiteboard now, his back to us. I leaned in even closer, my body a shield, between her and the prying eyes of the ssroom. My mind was reeling. Why was she thirsty anyways? My eyes widened. An impossible, ridiculous thought took root in my mind, and I voiced it before I could stop myself.

“Did you not have any since that night?” It was a strange question, an absurd one. It felt ridiculous, why would she not drink blood for so long? I expected her to scoff. Hoped even/

But then, to my utter surprise, she actually shook her head, a slow, almost imperceptible motion. Her shoulders slumped slightly, a sigh escaping her lips. “Haven’t.”

I frowned. “How often do you need to drink?” I asked, my voice a low murmur.

She nced at me, her gaze constantly moving to my neck hadn’t gone unnoticed by me. It should have made me feel strange, worried, maybe panicked. But it didn’t, only making a strange heat spread through my limbs.

“Technically? Every six hours… but we can survive up to seventy–two.” She said. My heart jumped. It had been over twenty–four hours. No wonder she looked so pale. She’d basically skipped four meals in human terminology.

I couldn’t even remember thest time I’d ever skipped a meal. Mom never let me.

Thirty minutes of ss had already passed. The rest was spent in silence with her silent hunger and my own rising panic. The final twenty minutes before the bell rang felt like a lifetime. I felt stupid for even waiting this long. It’s not like I had paid attention to the lecture.

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The moment the bell’s shrill, piercing sound echoed through the halls, I shot up from my seat, and grabbed Sienna’s arm, over her sleeve, not making skin contact. She seemed startled, her body tensing, and she tried to pull away. But her strength seemed to have depleted as well, her muscles yielding in my grasp. She sneered, “What are you doing?!”

I ignored the strange nces being thrown our way as I half–pulled, half–dragged her out of the ssroom and made my way to the library.

Her steps seemed to be slowing down, as we reached the ce, each one a struggle. I looked back and saw cold sweat slipping down her forehead, her pale skin glistening. I pursed my lips and slowed down, adjusting my pace to match hers. I had entered the library, knowing it was the nearest ce which would be empty bat /b

the moment.

? looked around, my gaze frantic. The library was a maze of tall, towering shelves, perfect to stay hidden. I made my way to one of the blind spots of the CCTV, at the very end, a secluded corner hidden behind a massive shelf of oversized history textbooks. I finally stopped, letting go of her arm. But as soon as I did, she wobbled, her body swaying precariously before she fell forward, a dead weight in my arms.

My eyes widened. “Shit.” I gripped her shoulder and frowned. Then reached up to touch her forehead. She was… cold. Cold as ice, her skin so pale it was almost translucent, a ghostly white. I shook her slightly. “Why did you even wait this long? Why did you decline my offerst night?” The words were almost usatory. I slowly let her sit down on the carpeted floor before I pulled off my windbreaker and draped it over her shoulders.

Her breathing was shallow as she answered softly. “This… hasn’t happened before-” Her words were cut off as I’d pulled out a switchde from my shoes. It was something I always kept with me apart from my gun.

I pulled it open, the snap of the de echoing in the silent library. I didn’t hesitate. I shed my arm open, a clean, sharp cut that brought up a thin line of red. I watched her eyes turn red. She visibly shuddered, her body trembling with a mixture of need and reluctance, which even I could see.

Then, she lunged forward, her hand grabbing my arm, and I let her. I braced one hand against the shelf, my body caging her against the shelf, in case anyone made their way over. It would only seem like two students were messing around.

The other arm was held in her hand as she first licked the wound, the strange, electric feel of her tongue on my skin making me shudder.

She bit down, and I hissed. My eyes closed as I inhaled her scent. Roses… and blood. It was a bizarre, intoxicatingbination. But it didn’t make me sick. No. Instead, something in me itched. Like I wanted to do something, but I didn’t know what.

My own teeth itched, a strange, phantom ache in my gums. Like they wanted to bite onto something. Our eyes met, her pupils blown wide, a dark, hungry void. I could feel her swallowing and swallowing, the frantic beat of her throat against my arm.

A gasp escaped me then, a soft, involuntary sound. I felt the blood rush from my head to my arm and down to my cock.

Once again, this baffling reaction. Was it normal to get turned on from this? I knew it was normal to have a pain kink… especially since kinks were gic. And my parents were he kinky. Even if they thought I had no idea about the fucking sex dungeon in our basement. I had unfortunately stumbled in there when I was

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fifteen, a horrifying but fascinating experience. My erection waned at the thought of my parents doing the deed. However, fortunately, I never had to actually witness them do anything… it was just an empty room. Well, as empty as it could get with a variety of sex toys that would put an adult store to shame.

head I winced then as her sucking continued. The strength in my arm waned, making me slouch into her, my resting on her shoulder as I sniffed her scent. Fuck… “Why do you smell so good?” I whispered, the words a low, involuntary question.

I felt her go stiff against my body. She pulled her fangs out then, slowly and licked the wound like a cat, the delicate feel of her tongue against my skin a strange, healing touch.

She stiffened again when her thigh met mine and I groaned, a low, frustrated sound that had nothing to do with pain. My dick had stiffened significantly, but even if the cause was her bite, I apologized. “I’m sorry. I think I have a pain kink.” I said with a huff.

She frowned and looked at me, her eyes, so full of life now. Her hands, to my utter surprise, moved up, touching my face with a frown, her fingers soft and cool against my skin, like she was seeing it for the first time. “You… what’s happening?” She whispered, more to herself then at me, as if she were a scientist observing a bizarre, inexplicable phenomenon.

I licked my lips then, a slow, deliberate motion. I couldn’t help the quirk of my lips. “I’m generously offering my blood to you?” I said, the words a teasing, yful whisper.

She paused then and rolled her eyes. Shit, was it not the time to joke? She looked down at my erection, her gaze nk. Then she looked back at me, her eyes filled with a strange, detached curiosity. “It’s a natural reaction of the bite. It’s supposed to make you feel turned on. To lessen the pain of it… do you need my help?” she asked, her voice so nonchnt, like she was offering to lend me some money instead.

My brows shot up, my eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re going to help me with what exactly?” I couldn’t help how my eyes trailed her puffy red lips. God… why did they look so tantalizing.

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