Page 11 of Necking with a Vampire
“Coming every year is a given.” There was Draven’s usual flirty self. “Although I suppose you think everyone here is too young for me…”
Draven kept touching Peter like he couldn’t help himself.
“No way! You’re not that old, you’re just an old soul!”
There wasn’t a grey hair to be seen or a single wrinkle around his piercing eyes. In no world could Peter conceive of Draven being ‘too old.’
Draven laughed, giving Peter a closeup view of the fangs. They looked sharp enough to cut! How was that safe? For someone who’d put so little effort into his costume, Draven had gone all out on the fangs.
Much like Peter with the velvet vest.
Around them, a small group loitered, whispering to each other. What Peter overheard was a little unsettling.
“So unfair. He promised to bite me. I can’t believe he’d choose that clown.”
“Is there even enough blood in that skinny body to feed him properly?”
“He didn’t even taste us, how does he know that boy tastes the best?”
Peter grimaced. They were all acting like Draven was arealvampire. As badly as he wished that were true, he knew it wasn’t.
“Ignore them,” Draven said. “They don’t know I've already sampled you, and I know you are absolutely delicious.”
“When- oh! Right,” Peter laughed. “What do we need to do so they’ll leave you alone?”
Draven stared at Peter for a long moment, like he was at long last coming to a decision. Then he bared his fangs.
“What any two vampires would do when they’re hungry,” Draven said. “Go for the throat.”
Without any further warning, Draven tightened his grip on Peter, pressed his lips against Peter’s pulse, and moaned softly.
“I can feel your heart racing for me,” Draven said. “It’s like a caged bird, begging to be let out.”
Let out, meaning…?
Peter couldn’t finish the thought, too distracted by Draven’s tongue replacing the lips, followed by an intense sucking. Was Draven trying to suck the blood out?
“I’m a vampire too,” Peter said, trying not to squirm at the onslaught. “Don’t I get a bite?”
Draven shifted Peter so his legs crossed over Draven’s. It lowered Peter just enough that he could nibble below Draven’s ear.
The second his lips touched skin he knew he’d made the right choice in Draven. If the man had thought Peter’s heart was beating fast before, he had to love how much faster it was racing now.
Skin oddly cool, Peter made it his mission to warm Draven up.
He was doing it. With a man. In front of other people.
And it felt good. Perfect. Now that he’d started, he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to stop. The dam had burst. There was no sealing it up again.
Everything about Draven felt right.
Except one thing. Peter couldn’t feel Draven’s pulse. Was he doing something wrong?
Draven’s hands kept moving, like he couldn’t help himself with the velvet. All while sucking at Peter’s neck like it was the most delicious treat.
“Wow, my velvet vest is a real winner, huh?”
“I’ll let you in on a secret. It’s not the velvet I have a weakness for - it’s you.”
